The sun rose up above the horizon, lighting the area beneath but even the
great light from the sun couldn't ignite the dull grey and black of the
tall grimy buildings and the gum-speckled streets. I stood at my window
absorbing the light while I still could. It was going to rain. I could tell
by the huge black storm cloud advancing over head, ready to pour its heart
out. Five stories down the bums were beginning to take shelter in the
alleys from the light drizzle being spilled from above. Before long the
drizzle was a downpour.
I turned round to face my desk. It was usually neat but now it was scattered with papers, photos and a brown file titled "River Street Case". River Street is a bad part of a bad neighbourhood and last night a kid had been killed. This case was an all-nighter and deservedly so. The body was found in a dumpster round a back alley lying in a thick crimson pool of devilish liquid. The trail of red lead out onto the sidewalk. I picked up the photo and glanced through them hoping for a previously unseen clue. Nothing. Something wasn't right about these pictures. The kid looked like he had been shot by a ghost. Twice in the chest for that matter. And he might aswell have been shot by a ghost; there were no clues, no leads, no evidence and no witnesses. The kid hadn't even been ID'd yet. I was stumped. I collapsed back onto my jet black leather chair and let a sigh escape.
BUZZ! I jumped from my seat. It was the doorbell. I put my finger onto the intercom and spoke the first words I'd said in hours. "Hello?" I said, my voice unenthusiastic from having no revelation about the case. "It's me." A young girls voice. My assistant. Without saying another word I buzzed her into the building and then walked back to my chair.
The door opened. "It's torrential out there." "I heard." I replied, my voice unusualy grizzled from being up all night. "From who?" She asked as I opened up a draw and took out a cigarette, placing it into my mouth. "The sound outside." I muttered, lighting it. "Oh very clever. Any news on the case?" "Nothing" I said, blowing smoke as I talked. "Did you ask the station about a wallet or anything?" "First thing I checked." I let out another sigh "How about the.." "Remember," I interrupted "You're the assistant." "I like to think myself as side-kick." "Just file these papers will you, side-kick?" "Sure but you better have something more interesting for me later." I handed her the files.
I sat watching the smoke bellow from my mouth causing wisps of phantom white to spiral slowly around the room and rest gently in the air. The case went through my head like a bullet train. My mind racing. No clues, no leads, no witnesses. It couldn't have been a gang hit. Whoever did this knew what they were doing and did it well. BUZZ! My thoughts disturbed again by the bell. Intercom. "Hello?" "Is that Mr. Cardo?" "Yeah..." "I saw what happened at River Street last night."
I turned round to face my desk. It was usually neat but now it was scattered with papers, photos and a brown file titled "River Street Case". River Street is a bad part of a bad neighbourhood and last night a kid had been killed. This case was an all-nighter and deservedly so. The body was found in a dumpster round a back alley lying in a thick crimson pool of devilish liquid. The trail of red lead out onto the sidewalk. I picked up the photo and glanced through them hoping for a previously unseen clue. Nothing. Something wasn't right about these pictures. The kid looked like he had been shot by a ghost. Twice in the chest for that matter. And he might aswell have been shot by a ghost; there were no clues, no leads, no evidence and no witnesses. The kid hadn't even been ID'd yet. I was stumped. I collapsed back onto my jet black leather chair and let a sigh escape.
BUZZ! I jumped from my seat. It was the doorbell. I put my finger onto the intercom and spoke the first words I'd said in hours. "Hello?" I said, my voice unenthusiastic from having no revelation about the case. "It's me." A young girls voice. My assistant. Without saying another word I buzzed her into the building and then walked back to my chair.
The door opened. "It's torrential out there." "I heard." I replied, my voice unusualy grizzled from being up all night. "From who?" She asked as I opened up a draw and took out a cigarette, placing it into my mouth. "The sound outside." I muttered, lighting it. "Oh very clever. Any news on the case?" "Nothing" I said, blowing smoke as I talked. "Did you ask the station about a wallet or anything?" "First thing I checked." I let out another sigh "How about the.." "Remember," I interrupted "You're the assistant." "I like to think myself as side-kick." "Just file these papers will you, side-kick?" "Sure but you better have something more interesting for me later." I handed her the files.
I sat watching the smoke bellow from my mouth causing wisps of phantom white to spiral slowly around the room and rest gently in the air. The case went through my head like a bullet train. My mind racing. No clues, no leads, no witnesses. It couldn't have been a gang hit. Whoever did this knew what they were doing and did it well. BUZZ! My thoughts disturbed again by the bell. Intercom. "Hello?" "Is that Mr. Cardo?" "Yeah..." "I saw what happened at River Street last night."