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iDo It For You

Chapter One:

The door crashed to the floor as the bomb squad rushed in.

"Clear!" they yell five minutes later, and that's when I enter.

The name's Fredward-Fredward Benson, private investigator.

I have been doing this job for years; and it never changes-the basic lunatics don't anyways. Maybe the names do, and the places where things go down from case to case... But its days like today that make you shake your head, and sigh.

Her name was Lizzy; she was a sixteen year old with a life, and a family. Now she is a dead body on a slab in the coroners. A lunatic murdered her for drug money. He strapped himself to a bomb when she didn't have money on her, and threatened to blow up half of Seattle. He just wanted a fix.

But, Dean, the suicide bomber? He made a mistake.

You see, Dean used his cell phone to make the call, and we traced it.

We stopped him. And now he is going to rot in a prison cell. Then, for him, his next stop is Hell.

When I walk into building I see rats scurrying along the floor, water dripping from cracks, and broken pipes, garbage everywhere. There is no lighting, except for one bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

I see a gun tossed in the corner. I walk over to bag the gun as evidence that will prove he murdered Lizzy.

The kind of evidence the police never found for Sam. They weren't ever able to prove the truth. They weren't able to prove what really happened to her.

People say I'm crazy for chasing after half-truths. For chasing after tips from crack heads. But I like to get people closer no matter the cost. Closer I wasn't lucky enough to get.

I still haven't gotten real close, I haven't discovered who did it to Sam. But I get closer and closer with every case. I get closer to the key to finding who it was. Thanks to Carmine Puckett. Once he found out about Sam, his favorite niece, he's been leaving me clues to find the bastard. Nine years worth of clues... Half of them unusable. I've been lead to dead ends, dead bodies, and all sorts of useless crap. He's helped the police and I catch some criminals that have gotten on his bad side, though. Sometimes I even wonder if it is worth it, you know, but when I get home-when I see her face. I see those Caribbean eyes that can no longer look at the world.

Because she's blind.

He took her sight, and when he took her sight he took that look she used to have. The one of pure contentment. Joy. Half the time her eyes are dull, lifeless; they have no sparkle. Filled with pain, and loss.

People who knew her from years ago couldn't possibly believe Sam could possibly feel pain. Know what loss is. They have no idea about how horrid her personal Hell is. What I have witnessed doesn't even come close to what it is like. And I felt awful when I realized she lives what we don't like to think about.

She lives in darkness.

But she doesn't let anyone see her weak. She acts strong, she is strong, but it's just not the same. The bickering between us hasn't stopped, but her light dies out. The light that kept her going. The light that helped her shine. She can act, but not good enough to fool Carly and me. It's a joy to see her laugh, for real, at anything because that light comes back. But then it fades back out.

She's not the Sam we knew, the Sam we know. She's vulnerable and sad. Sometimes she'll just sit on the couch and cry. She cries out of those eyes that can't see, because he took it all away from her.

And I'm going to get it all back for her. Because I'd do it all for her.