Star Fox: Detective

Chapter One

Sorry guys, my computer deleted the star fox: mistake from my stories and it's gone forever.

Sadly, the virus claimed the copies.

I apologize for the inconvenience and making you guys think 'What the hell?'

People were busily swarming through the crowded areas of the city known as the Cosmic Mecha Gate. This place was primarily used to transport stuff to and from larger planetary systems. It was common knowledge that the humans and cornerians had been working together since they had built this place.

It is very seldom that crime or murder happens in this city; but they still happen. The thought process of the criminals are laughable; considering they usually left one clue to the whereabouts or a bad habit gave them away.

Fools.

But Zero was attending to a matter so he didn't have much time for dilly-dallying. The current situation was the murder of a vixen who was about in her early twenties; blood coated her silky white fur.

The murder had taken place in the apartments in which she had been staying. According to the report he had recieved, her COD (Cause Of Death) was multiple stab wounds to the chest, and some blunt force tramua to the back of the cranium.

So far, no weapons have turned up; as expected. No witness' have shown up either. This is going to make the case a whole lot more difficult. But Zero wasn't complaining, as long as he catches the bastard and makes him pay; that's reward enough.

Zero approached the sprawled out corpse on the wooden floor. He wanted to get a closer look, see if he could find out anything; ID, phone, it doesn't matter. Maybe her bio can tell him something about her.

As he reached inside her pockets, he only felt the empty lining of it; no clues. He tried to deduce who would do such a thing; perhaps a jealous boyfriend? Her bust size and figure were enough for any sane man to go crazy with lust, perhaps so far as murder. He couldn't rule out the possibility, so he shoved that one in the back of his mind.

He ran a bunch of different scenarios in his head, trying to see what kind of profile the culprit would fit. So far, it seemed that the killer would obviously be someone she knows, as there were no signs of forced entry.

He checked her fingernails, noting how short they were. She was a nailbiter. To Zero, that told him that she was probably nervous and didn't hang around too many people that she didn't know too well.

Then he noticed that she had one of her sleeves partially coated in ink, probably indicating that she was a writer/painter. If she had a journal, there could be something in there that could confirm what he thought; the only problem was locating the journal itself.

Night had fallen when Zero had finally located the journal. It was underneath her bed the whole time. What that said about her character, is that she didn't go spilling her guts out whenever there was a shoulder to cry on. She probably kept her deepest, darkest secrets and fears into this journal.

Well she's dead, and this could prove useful.

He flipped pages, stopping every once in a while to read something that caught his fancy. So far, he had only learned that she had contact with three people in the last month. Her mom, brother, and boyfriend.

Her mom had visited last week and supposedly left the city by the time the murder occured; so he ruled her out. The brother lived on the other side of town, where all the best business was booming. And the boyfriend was practically a few blocks away.

Zero pondered who to see first. The boyfriend was a lot closer and more suspicious than the brother. But he didn't like to overlook things that could be vital to the case. But they could have disposed of the weapons by the time he gets over to one place.

After a few moments of wondering, he finally decided to go over to the boyfriend; but it could wait until the morning, he was tired, and the mind functions better when it has a full good night's rest.

Zero rose at dawn, ready to confront the man who was known as Diego; the boyfriend of the deceased young woman. He looked at his watch, about five minutes until seven 'o' clock. Diego wasn't going to enjoy the early wake up call, but the sooner the better.

Zero pressed a finger on the doorbell, holding it for a second before releasing. It let out a high chime sound. In only a matter of seconds, however, the door opened. Standing in front of Zero was a human man, about five feet and three inches; with black as coal hair.

"What do you want?" He asked non too friendly. Zero didn't flinch, he simply took out a file from his coat pocket and said "Are you Diego?" Zero handed him the file containing the TOD (Time Of Death) that his girlfriend had died.

"I'm sorry to say, but I found your girlfriend dead in her apartment."

"Why were you at her apartment?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in suspicion. Zero then showed him his ID. Zero. Age:25. Occupation: Detective.

Diego seemed to relax a little. "Well, how was she killed?" He asked, now with a worried look on his face. "I believe it was the multiple stab wounds to the chest that had caused her death; however, I cannot overlook the blunt trauma to the back of the head."

"If you can tell me anything that would help, I'd greatly appreciate it." Diego nodded his head and beckoned Zero inside.

Dun dun dun.

Detective fiction

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