Chapter one
Fact file:
Name: Iris Green
Occupation: Private Detective
Family: No relatives. Parents are dead. Brother is a mastermind criminal.
Appearance: Dark blonde hair, green eyes, hourglass figure.
Previous employment: Unavailable
Detective Inspector Iris Green stared dutifully at the dead corpse lying in front of her. The late member of the Chapman family lay on his side with a strange like calmness etched upon his features, his face sagging with the wear of almost ten decades. Breaking out of her analysing trance, Iris knelt on the worn cobblestone floor and began to uncover the secrets of the victim. Mr Thomas Henry Chapman was clearly an untidy man who cared not for his personal wellbeing- his face was unshaven and coated with the occasional splatters of crusted tomato sauce, his shirt was stained with an array of mismatched substances, his bitten fingernails were tinged yellow, his wispy white hair was full of dandruff and his trousers were excessively creased .A few lone cat hairs dangled aimlessly from Chapman's hideous shirt.
Now, there was the most crucial matter of the victim's death. Chapman was surrounded by a meagre pool of blood near the upper part of his bony chest. Iris swept a small mane of white hair to the side, to uncover a thin slit across the neck.
Findings: The victim shows no consideration for his appearance, neither for the tidiness of his apartment. Research indicates he was a lower class widow with only one living descendant-Miss Aubree Isabel Payne who is currently residing in Hartem Manor, Wales. Death was caused by a slit throat – cut jugular and carotid arteries (major blood vessels) which restricts blood from access to the brain. Almost immediate death. Pierced windpipe, thus cutting off wind-flow and preventing the victim from screaming. Death occurred a minimum of two days ago.
Having finished her analysation of the dead corpse, Iris slowly stood up, her face void of emotion. She smoothed down the invisible creases on her maroon skirt and proceeded to exit the small room, not before bumping into her least favourite member of the team. Rolling her eyes, she quickened her pace as the latter began to follow her.
"Ah Miss Green. I was wondering...,"
"Nope." Iris cut him off immediately.
"But you haven't even heard the question!" Mr Thomas Jones had an annoyed look upon his face as the detective cut him off yet again.
"Shut up Jones, you have asked me this question five million times before! It's no now and it will be no for the rest of my life. I am never going out with you!"
"Actually, I was going to ask you to take care of Mr Chapman`s case yourself."
Iris immediately replaced her peeved off look with one of fake guilt and began to speed walk away.
"And here I was, thinking you could only ask me that one line, "she muttered under her breath." Tootle to do. People to interview .Ooh look, it rhymes!"
And with that, the young detective set out to pursue her latest case. Of course, she wasn't as clever as Sherlock Holmes but she could certainly try.