James parked his car on the street across the head quarters. When he finally really got there a very red faced, brown haired guy, with blue-silver eyes and about in his late 40s welcomed him.

"James, thank God! You're here!" he said as he praised the heavens obviously very relived by his return, "there has been a murder case! And the guy is still unknown, so we were looking forward for you to solve this."

James is the best-case cracker they ever knew, but one thing they just can't figure out is how can he solve things like these so quickly. And the answer is very plain indeed that it can be explained in one simple word: magic.

Sure he is in muggle world, but that doesn't stop him from using his good old trusty wand.

"Yes! Goodie I was looking forward to that, I mean we hadn't had a murder case in weeks!" James cheered as he and the man went inside, "Oh, Tom, why the hell did you went ballistic on the phone? You were making my woman scared!"

Tom chuckled, "Well I was…excited you know I'm looking forward to see you solve yet another crime!" he drank his coffee.

"Yeah, right!" James answered, but didn't bother to continue that topic so he changed it, "Uh…so where's the body?" he asked, actually really wanted to do another case than just burglary or hold-ups.

They reached the small room with the body in a black sack, which can only be opened by the zipper. The walls are painted plainly with gray and two fluorescent lights light the room.

"We took the pictures yesterday so all you've got to do is to look at it really." Tom explained while approaching the black sack. "Brace your self, James, you'll be smelling serious BO!" he warned at the same time slowly unzipping the sack and breathing heavily also taking in as much fresh air as possible, he took one last inhale and fully opened the black sack.

James stared in horror as he saw the body.

The body was bruised that was a sign of being tortured, there is leaves tangled on his brown hair which means he was found by or in the woods, the odor was completely stinky that's because it was starting to decay. But the most striking thing that struck James deep was the man's face.

Why does he look at it like that? I've never seen him like this. Does he know something about this guy? Tom's mind was filled with questions as he made an observation on James's reaction: his eyes were budging sweat started to drop from his forehead his hands were shacking he was breathing hard despite the terrible smell.

"James, well…what do you think, do you know him?" Tom questioned, making James snap out of his thoughts, what ever his thoughts were.

"I…I k-know him," he slowly said pointing at the corpse, "h-he is…" James couldn't let the words out; they were stuck in his throat he looked at the floor, pure concrete.

"Well who is it? James, tell me! This is important!" Tom commanded shocked by the thought of his friend knowing someone who's murdered.

"H-he…is he is P-peter Pettigrew!" he said nearly in tears.

Peter Pettigrew.

~*My note: so Lily and James are in the muggle world big deal! I'll find a way to bring them back to Britain too! And pretty cool having the rat dead at last, huh? Well then sorry for this boring chapter, but I'll do my best on the next! *~

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