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"The Sparrow is trying to divide us. That's what this is about." Maya and Dex exchanged worried glances, the boy's hair shifting to a deep, anxious purple. "My security team can secure the river scene," Nathaniel said, already texting instructions. "They'll preserve evidence until we can get there." As they ushered the teenagers toward the exit, Casie felt the weight of their new reality settling more firmly on her shoulders. Not just supernatural detectives, but protectors of a world most humans never glimpsed. The bonds hummed between the three of them, steadying her resolve despite the chaos.

"Tommy, just Tommy, I'm the deputy sheriff of this town," "Oh my, what brings the deputy sheriff of this fine town to my humble home?," He asked, his gaze however was locked on the girl next to him. She seemed like his polar opposite yet captivating. Her fierce and bold attitude was incredibly appealing. She had lips and a body to die for. Fuck why didn't he notice until now? "Well there's no easy way to say this," Tommy held his breath before adding, "Four teenagers were found dead this morning," His report earned him a gasp from Lucifer

He was scrawny and Detective Carper would have been surprised if he weighed more than a hundred pounds. At the detective’s arrival, Mitchell’s head snapped up. His eyes were red and held terror to them. His mouth was slightly open and he eyed the detective like the man was going to murder his entire family. Detective Carper shut the door and opened the small manila folder in his hands. “Mitchell Carmichael. Seventeen years old, goes to Holden High School. Works at a local video game store and lives with a single mom, Jessica. Tell me, when did you get involved with mass murder?”

It was the first crime I witnessed, the reason I became a detective in the first place. Let me tell you about this mysterious case causing my recurring nightmares and why I personally had such a special interest in it. On a cold stormy night like this, my ten-year-old self and my mom, who was called Magdalene Forge, were at our old cozy home somewhere in the suburbs.

"Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good." I couldn't stop the shiver that bolts down my spine. All the detectives who solved this case ended up dead? And without doubt, by the killers of the boy?! My brain went through an instant override, and then it dawned on me. Whoever might have killed this boy sure has mad connections. My pulse runs at an accelerating speed. I sip from my coffee. Then, maintaining calmness, I speak. "I've never failed a case in my life." And that's a fact. "We have a deal?"

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

I thought I heard something like a scoff or a chuckle, I wasn't really sure what it was; but I’d hear a sound come from Dawson after he finished talking, he started walking towards his vehicle again without turning back to look at me. Detective Dawson would see me as the best partner he ever worked with, although I haven’t thought how I’d achieved that yet, but I just had that feeling. Even though I was slowly falling for the man, I surely didn’t mean romance was part of it. The thought of us making out flashed across my mind and I shivered down there. My God! What has gotten into me, well I certainly wouldn’t blame myself too much, I was in my early thirties and I was single. However, falli

“Welcome back, Miss Detective!” My gaze shifted from her face down to her body, and then to the surroundings. I smirked and gave her a welcoming deduction show. “Since I wasn’t present last Monday and yesterday, I assume you might have missed hearing the brilliance of my deductive prowess.” “Oh, right! You were on the news yesterday!” Toto pointed out. “You helped a police detective to solve a fifteen-year-old case.”

"She caught him kissing another girl in his car, so she ran it over the clif with them still in it, jumping out just in time before it went over. Nobody saw because they were hidden, and she was never charged because the press, police and everyone just saw it as two teens at a New Year's party with underage drinking and a little intimacy gone wrong, when their hand or foot could've easily caught the handbrake and send them over the cliff. Mia didn't confess and I didn't dear to say anything, but that was the first time she..well ..yea" "I remember that news" I mumbled to myself. "Me too" Detective Edwards replied, seeming to be changing his whole view on the case. "So there has been other

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t