Chapter Three:
Artemis nudged open the door of Councilwoman Ortega's house and cautiously stepped inside. He had heard the phrase 'return to the scene of the crime' and was wary. He didn't want to run into a psychotic serial killer, especially since he was alone. Butler had wanted to come with him but Artemis had gently turned down the offer. Butler was old. There were no two ways about it. If he wasn't there for the muscle then he would have just been in the way. Artemis felt a pit in his stomach as he drove to the Councilwoman's home…alone.
The place had been empty of police officers. After all, this had been the sixth hit out of twenty-three. They would've been focusing on the first hit most of all, if the police were any good, and the latest. So to avoid being questioned by police, Artemis had chosen a house likely to be empty and of course, he was right in his guess.
He glided through room after room, scanning everything as he went. He wanted to work from the murder scene and outwards. Maybe after glimpsing the body he would be able to think of what he would be looking for. Living room, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen. Artemis froze. There was a pie and a knife floating in midair.
"Er…" said Artemis.