The American Mystery
Chapter 1: Meet The Detectives
Gil had always wanted to be a detective. Since he was young, he and his brother Gus had always played Whodunit with their friends on the street. Some weekends, they got up at six AM and played outside until 8 PM.
Gil now was a jobless bachelor, living the life in his brother's basement, which had become a total man cave. A flat screen TV stood to the wall, with a surround sound speaker system hidden from sight. A fish tank, illuminated with dancing lights, covered the wall next to it, as did a pinball machine, a sno-cone machine, and a popcorn maker. Gil's bed faced the TV. In the adjoining room a desk, with piles and piles of notebooks, sat in a corner. A picture of a sunset in Japan with two women sitting on the beach was on it. There was also a computer, and a brid cage with a parakeet.
Currently, Gil was playing a video game, wearing headphones and constantly talking. When he died, Gil groaned, chucked his controller in the air, and flopped down on his bed. His headphones knocked into the wall, somehow changing the channel they were tuned into.
"Officer. We've got a suspect." Static. Now a new voice.
"Who?"
"Gillian Bruzer. Lives on 12 Memphis Park Lane. Will you go there?"
"I'm on my way." Then it switched off.
It took Gil a moment to realize what was going on. He sprang to his feet, pulled his only suit out of his closet, smoothed it out, and pulled it on. As soon as seemed possible, the doorbell rang. Gil rushed to get it.
"Hello, is this Gillian?" Asked the officer. Behind her was another officer, rookie it seemed, jotting down notes on a pad of paper.
"Um, yeah," said Gillian, clearly confused.
"Well, Gillian," said the officer, "My name is Katalina Rosenthal. I'm with the police department. This here is our new detective, Ronnie Doggart. We are investigating a case. May we inspect your," Katalina paused.
"My, um, location?" Gil guessed. Katalina shrugged.
"Close enough. Anyways, we'll need you to vacate the area while we work." And so, Gil did just that.
