My name is Dr. David, but most people call me Dawson.
I've worked alongside a fellow man named Basil a great detective from Baker Street. I was an assent to Basil, helping him gather clues to cases of a mystery, but with a new way that people are in need of help from these criminals. I soon decided to become a defend attorney.
I revived a call from a man, he told me that someone has been hurting him and his friends and family for years and now he wants me to come to his office to help him stop this person before he continues to do any more harm.
So I flew all the way in to New York and took a taxi to meet this man.
Well I've reached the office and went in waiting for him.
Dawson: Hello? Hello, I'm the detective you talk with earlier, anyone there?
Then I could smell something, it smelled like… Blood?!
I quickly went into another room; I could see it was a mess, like a fight just happened in here.
?: Dad! Come on, wake up!
I turn a saw a kid crying over there. Then I realize that someone was dead.
?: Please, no, don't let this happened, you can't be…
I knew I shouldn't disturb him, but I wanted to know what happened, so I placed my hand gently on his shoulder. He turned and looked at me then he fainted. I placed him on the sofa, and left him lying there for a bit then I went back and examine the body real quick.
I must say that this is my first time seeing someone dead, let alone that someone was murdered. He was still warm for a bit, when I touched his shoulder, but soon it began to faint and then it was gone.
I looked around and found a statue next to the body, the bottom had a bit of blood on it; I figure this was the murder weapon. I then notice some broken glass, must have been from a lamp or something.
Dawson: Well that'll do for now, now I have to find about that kid and I better call the police.
Then I notice a piece of paper next to the man. I looked and on it, it said "Oliver".
Dawson (Thinking): Did he wrote this?
As I was wondering I went to the phone and try to call the police, but then I notice something. Some of the screws to reviver are missing; I had a feeling someone was spying on them.
?: Um excuse me.
Dawson: AHH!
I turned and saw the kid standing right in front of me, he was still in shock, but at least he was talking now.
?: Um, are you the detective my dad told me about?
Dawson: Yes, I'm Dr. David, but my close friends call me Dawson. Are you this man father?
Oliver: Yes, I'm Oliver.
A tear was still coming down on the kid's face; I did my best to calm him down.
Dawson: Well can you tell me what happened here?
He told while still breaking down a bit.
Oliver: I got a call from my father, telling me to come here and help him, but then when I came in here, he was… he was…
Dawson: Its okay son, I think I got what happened.
Suddenly I heard a siren it was coming this way.
Dawson: Oh no, police!
Police: Freeze police!
Captain: Alright I'm the captain of the force, so just all me captain.
Dawson (Thinking): Ego much?
Captain: Anyway I don't want you guys moving an inch okay?
So we just stay where we are for a bit, I could tell the kid was still scare, can't blame him for a kid is age.
Captain: Sorry, but I got question. I found a paper; does this word "Oliver" mean anything to you two?
The kids' eyes went wider and he was in shock.
Oliver: Um, that would be me sir.
Captain: I see, well I found this next to the man and it seems like he was trying to right your name down for something, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me for questioning; you too.
So I and Oliver were taking in for questioning. They let me go, seeing how there was no way I could have murder the man, I can't say the same for Oliver thought, they keep him in and thinking he might have done it. I could hear him screaming from the door. I deiced to stay and waited for visiting hours to start, so I could speak to him.
Dawson (Thinking): Poor Oliver, hope he's alright.
Oliver: Oh, you're the detective from yesterday, hello.
Dawson: Hello, how'd you feel?
Oliver: Terrible, I've barely got any sleep. I've been thinking about my dad and worrying about my mom. The guys are saying I've killed my father, but I would never do that, you've got to believe me!
Dawson: I believe you, but at the same time, it is hard to tell who really did it.
Oliver: Why, why did it have to be him?
Dawson: Oliver is it? Would you like me to help you solve this case?
Oliver: W-w-would you?
Dawson: Of course, but before I do, I want you to trust me and I want you help me as well. Can I ask you some questions?
Oliver: Um, sure; what do you want to know?
Dawson: Well for starters, let's start with you and your father, can you tell a little bit about him?
Oliver: Sure, well I should probably tell you that I'm not his son by birth, but by adoption. My real father left my mother before I was born and my mother died after I had just been born, so I was put in an orphanage for two years. I remember when I was adopted it was the greatest moment and my father was the best father I could ever wanted.
Dawson: What sort of work does he do?
Oliver: Well he has two jobs. He's an undercover cop, he looks at cases that police have given up on and tries to finish them, but he's also a defends lawyer and a really great one, but no matter what he would always try to make time for me and my mother and often times he'll ask for help too, so we're sort of like his co-workers.
Dawson: So, if you don't mind me asking, what happened on the day of the murder?
Oliver: Yesterday I got a call from my father; he said he's found some evidence to put a certain someone in jail and he asked me to come down to his office tonight and picked it up.
Dawson: What sort of evidence was it?
Oliver: I don't know, he told me that he was going to show it to me and you when we get there, but well you know the rest.
Dawson: I see.
Oliver: Actually I have the conversation record on my phone.
Dawson: You do?
Oliver: Yeah, but the police took it.
Dawson: I see, well then I know where I'll be headed then. Just hang in there Oliver, I'm going to look around for clues, if I find anything I'll let you know.
Oliver: Thank you; oh and one more thing. I sure my mother is worry sick about me, could you go over to my house and tell her I'm alright?
Dawson: Sure, could you tell me how to get there?
Oliver: Of course, I'll draw you a map.
Dawson: Thanks Oliver, I'll do everything I can to help you get out of there.
Oliver: Thank you.