Hello! Okay I got the idea for this a while back and I just started writing today. Tell me what you think about it.
I sighed and poured my cup of tea. I sat down at my desk glaring at the post-trial paperwork I had to do. Once again I sighed. It had been an eventful case. Of course it always is with that man. He may have changed on the outside but not on the inside. The trial saw a butler accused of murdering his emplorers best friend the local News reader. His apprentice was the defense while he was the defense aide. I put my cup and saucer down on the desk and got to work.
About two hours passed until my childhood friend Larry Butz ran into my office.
"EDGEEEEY!" he shouted, waking me up. I glanced at my pocket watch. 20 minutes past midnight. I groaned and shot a glare at Larry. "Hey don't give my that look!" he tried to imitate my glare but ended up looking like a constapated Giraffe.
"Why are you here," I said bluntly," If Franziska finds out you will be sorry." I pictured my adopted sister in my head, angry. Not a pretty picture. I shuddered.
"I've horrible news!" he nearly shouted. Of course, who dumped him today? Another model I pressume. "Nick's missing!" This caught me of guard.
"Your joking." This was a stupid thing to say. Of course not you idiot! It's not something you joke about.
He beckoned for me to follow him. I did so.
After a silent taxi drive Larry and I arrived at Wright Anything Agency. Where we say his daughter, Trucy, in tears and Wright's apprentice Apollo Justice with his hand on her arm outside the office. I approached them silently.
"What happened here?" I asked scaring the two of them.
"The police have no idea. There are no witnesses of anything. He just disappeared." Justice said after his quick introduction.
I was silent for a few minutes and thanked them and walked inside, where I saw at best 50 police officers in one room. Of course this is an exaggeration but there was a lot.
I scaned the room Larry close behind me saying how it's to quiet or how he doesn't like this. After telling him to shut up I continued my mini-investagation until we bumped into Franziska, swearing in German. She noticed our footsteps and turned around. She gave us the same information as Mr. Justice did but longer and much longer words to confuse Larry. She even threw in the occasional sentance in another language. She gave us any evidence she could find and some notes on the case.
Larry and I returned to the Prosecutors Office. Where he DEMANDED to be my assistant for this case. I reluctantly agreed.
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