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Here we go, my first crime/mystery story. Which is funny because I've loved mystery books the longest, so you would think I would have written one sooner.
Disclaimer: This was my idea.
Prolouge:
Deep Thought
She didn't see it. The gun was aimed at her, so why didn't she see.
Why did he get in the way, when the bullet was meant for her.
That sound... that horrible sound of gun fire.
"Alan!" she cried running to him.
Why did it happen, they were just kids, why did they have to live a life like this.
Why...
"Hey, Caira." a voice called snapping the woman out of her thoughts.
Caira looked up at the man standing in the doorway of her office. She sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her pale green eyes tired, and her long wavy black hair hung limply around her sholders.
"Ya know, ya should probably think 'bout cleanin' up this place." the man said, shifting his focus around the room.
Her office was simple, the door and the wall the door hung on were made of glass. The top half of the wall behind her was windows, and the two side walls were a gray-blue color. And the carpet was gray. The left wall was lined with filing cabinets, whose draws were open and cluddered, papers lay strewned about the floor in front of them. A large bookcase sat against the right wall, next to it were two large stacks of paperwork and a tower of boxes that reached the ceiling.
Her desk was wooden with three drawers on either side of her. Two chairs sat in front of her desk, and papers were strewn all over on her desk top. She sat on a black cushioned chair with wheels on the legs.
Her occupation, law enforcement. More specificly, she was a detective, solving crimes and giving families closer. A rewarding, but sometimes tiresome job.
"What do you what Braxton?" Caira asked tiredly, leaning her head on her hand.
She had on a loose gray shirt, jeans, black heels, and of course her work belt. A black leather belt that held her gun, handcuffs, mace, and just about everything else. Her badge was pinned onto her shirt.
"We just got report of a DB in an alley way on Hunter Rd." he answered in his more southern accent. he looked down at the report in his hands. "The Director wants ya to investigate the scene. The police are all ready down there."
"All right, tell the officers to secure the scene. I'll head there immediately." she said standing up. She rummaged through the top drawer of her desk for her keys.
"Hey, ya feelin' okay?" Braxton asked with a worried expression.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Ya just seemed to be out of it lately. Are ya sleepin' awright?" he asked.
"Not really, a lot of bad memories have been haunting me lately." she answered. "But, it's nothing you need to worry about." Caira smiled tiredly at him.
"Well, just don't be workin' to hard. We don't need ya passin' out or anythin'." Braxton joked, leaning against the door frame.
"Right. Don't worry I'll be fine." she said with a chuckle. When she finally located her car keys, she grabbed her bag and started for the door. "Thanks for the advice, though." she said as she walked passed him, snatching the report from his hand.
Caira read the report as she quickly walked to her car, a white 1996 Mustang GT Convertible with black interior. It was about 9p.m., so the car's snow white color had more of a gray tint to it. She unlocked the door and climbed inside, tossing the report onto the passanger seat. She turned the key in the ignition and the car roared to life. The radio started playing country music, the fact that she listened to it was about the only evidence of her childhood growing up in Kansas.
Caira backed out of her spot and drove out of the parking lot, heading for the crime scene. She had a feeling tonight was going to be a long night.
Chapter End
This was just to introduce the character, I promise more soon.
Next Chapter:
Chapter 1: Crime Scene
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