Jonathon of Conte Chapter1

Look, this is nothing orginal, since i am not an original person. But still, I think it's gonna be pretty good, and fun to read. Don't forget to review.

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Jonathon of Conte was sitting on his chair, sipping his coffee when suddenly there was a loud banging on the door. "Come in, the door's not locked."
The door flew open, and in came two policemen.

"May I help you?" asked Jonathon politely.
The policemen stared at him. Finally, after a few minutes of silence. The older police spoke.
"Excuse me sir, but are you Mr Jonathon of Conte?"

"Yes."

The two looked relieved. "We have finally found you!" said the younger one happily.

Jonathon raised an eyebrow. "You were looking for me?"

"Yes, of course!" seeing Jonathon's puzzled look, the older policeman quickly explained,
"We are from the Central Tortall Police Station. There had been a cycle of murders committed in Corus. The police have been investigating for over a month now, but not even the slightest trace of clue could be found. The Chief has ordered ten police troops to be sent out to look for you sir, for he said that only you can find out the truth."

Jonathon nodded. "So that's why." He looked up and smiled. "Will I have enough honour to be introduced to you two?"

The older police grinned. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Inspecter Nealan of Queenscove. But I would much prefer it if you call me Neal, and he -" Neal points to the younger policeman, "is Kaddar of Carthak."

Jonathon nodded. "Nice to meet you Neal and Kaddar. Give me five minutes to pack my things and I'll be with you."

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On the way to Corus, Inspector Neal explained the situation to Jonathon.
"About five weeks ago, millionaire Numair Salamin was found dead in his bed. Three days after that, his wife Thayet was killed in a car accident, but we suspect that was a little more than just a plain car accident." Jonathon nodded in agreement."Things went pretty peaceful for about a week, then his daughter Alanna, who was on a business trip to the Yamani Islands when Numair was killed, suddenly committed suicide. The only reason we have found for it was because her boyfriend, who works at Skysong Insurance Company, dumped her for his boss."

"Right, "said Jonathon slowly, trying organising the information he just heard in his brain, "Numair Salamin had a daughter called Alanna, who had a boyfriend, - the name of her boyfriend?"

"Joren, sir"

"Joren," repeated Jonathon, "and his boss?"

"Kel, short for Keladry of Mindelan"

Suddenly the car halted. Jonathon looked out of the window. They have arrived at the Central Police Station.

As Jonathon stepped out of the car, he suddenly remembered something. He grinned at Neal and Kaddar.
"I think there is someone who can help us."

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Author's Notes: So, how is it? If you haven't figured out yet, this is actually a modern Tortallan version of "Sherlock Holmes". As to who the "helpful person" is gonna be, you'll have to wait for the next chapter. Please review, (otherwise it would probably take me ages to be bothered to write another chapter, since I find when I keep on writing one story it gets boring and I run out of ideas, so i like to write a few stories at a time, but that means I will be writing everything a LOT more slower). *I really don't know what I'm saying. it's 11 o'clock at night and my eyes wanna sleep desperately, but unfortunately my brain doesn't seem to think so. I also just had lots of chocolate, so i'm on a sugar-high. the fact that my bed is too freezing to sleep in doesn't help either* anyway, ignore me, but please REVIEW! ~~Avadriz~~