Another crappie chapter...heck I think this story is going downhill fast. Before I forget...Wishing Alberta (it's a province located in western Cananda. East of BC, west of Saskatchewan, south of the North West Territories, and north of USA.) a happy centennial(100th bday). It was like Sept 1st so yeah. Before you ask, yes I do live in Alberta.

And hopefully a happy labor day before everybody goes back to school. Gah! I'm starting 9th grade aka high school and I'm so gonna be lost the first week or so :(

Yeah I'm not sure how often I can update, this story kinda's number one priority...yes I want to get rid of it fast. But I'll try to update at least once a week or a month. Anyways enjoy and don't forget to review. I need to get better at writting and flaming is one way you can go. BTW I am very bad at english so plz forgive the mistakes in the literature.

Secret Whispers: Chapter Three Unprofitable

Greg knocked on the Super's door, in the apartment building where their suspect lived. It was some moments before it was opened, Greg and Nick were met by a powerful stench of rather stale air. "Yeah, what can I do you for?"

The super was a fat and overweight man, rolls of fat covered his entire body which was unkempt and unwashed for what seemed like days. A definite weird smell came off of him, Greg did his best to plaster a smile onto his face, "We're from the crime lab. We would like to take a look at one of your tenant's room. Ryan Anderson."

"That bastard!" the guy shouted.

"Do you have a problem with him, Mr. um...I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

"You can call me Art. And yeah I do have a problem with him. Never pays the rent on time."

"Well that's to be expected considering he has intuition to pay."

"There's no excuse for such tardiness, watch he won't pay up till tomorrow."

"And that's a problem, why?" Greg asked clearly confused.

The super opened his fat mouth to speak but was interrupted by Nick, "Art, the tenant's room if you please."

"Yeah yeah whatever. You kids don't have no respect these days." the fat man muttered.

He grabbed a ring full of keys and walked slowly up two sets of stairs, Nick and Greg followed not so very close behind him. They finally reached a door marked 212, the super opened it and said, "Don't use too much electricity in there." and he left.

"Tell me why we had to face the freaky super instead of just coming up and opening the door our selves." Greg said digging out the key from his pocket.

"So we can see what kind of an environment he lives in." said Nick pulling on some gloves and looking through unopened bills.

"Then we should find his parents, don't you think?" Greg asked and stared at the small apartment before him.

It was not exactly messy in the common sense, there were no clothes or congealed food lieing around. But it was kinda messy too to the organized mind, pictures, obviously hand drawn were plastered on the walls and windows all over the place. Greg went over to pluck one off from the walls and stared at it, it was obviously done in a hurry and obviously something plucked from the mind or mythology. Greg found himself staring into the gleaming eyes of a cerberus, which looked rather hungry. Getting premenitions, he quickly put it back in place.

The rest of the drawings were done in the same hurried sense but each were different from the last, most of the pictures didn't seem to have connections to others but mostly stayed in the genre of fantasy. "Well we know something about him, he draws good and he's into fantasy. More preciously into greek mythology." Greg said.

"We should give those to a pshychiatrist or something."

"Aw, come on there must be hundreds here."

"I'll help you then." Nick came over and stared at the drawings, "On second thought maybe we should just take a few."

"I'm with you." Greg said reaching out to take a drawing of a landscape.

Shuffeling through another bunch he came to a drawing that looked very familiar, "Hey, Nick."

"Yeah?"

"This look familiar to you?" said Greg holding up a quick sketch of Starry Night.

"That was cut into the vic's back. You think he had something to do with it?"

"Maybe." Greg said bagging it.

"All kitchen knives are here." Nick remarked from the small kitchen.

"Yeah, well it was a standard kitchen knife. It could've come from anybody's house."

Greg walked into the bedroom and observed the unmade bed, he spotted something scattered among the window sills. He picked it up, it was a blank piece of stiff plastic the exact shape and size of an ID card. He bagged them and studied the window, it was open just a smidgeon he lifted it and peered out. Greg felt a wave of nausea hit him as he spotted the tiny alley and all the rotten garbage lying around, shaking his head he looked around. There was nothing abnormal at all about the ladder leading towards the ground, he shrugged and closed the window so as to not let pidgeon's in.

Nick looked around the kitchen one more time and finally in the fridge, nothing out of the ordinary there. He heard a low whining growl, he straightened up and turned. There standing before him was a foot long menance aka a very very short dog. Nick gave the dog his patent smirk and bent down, "Nice puppy, come here."

The dog growled once more and launched itself into the air and landed on a very surprised Nick. Greg heard the yell from the kitchen and hurried in there and found himself staring as a short puppy took on a grown man. He would've laughed but feeling duty bound he pulled the dog off of Nick, "Well hey there little fellow. What's your name?"

Greg reached for the collar, but was nipped sharply. "You know if you don't settle down I'm going to throw you out of the window. I'll bet you won't like that."

The dog settled somewhat, but enough that Greg had the chance of catching the tags and reading the name of the dog. But that's as far as he got, because the dog now known as Trina bit him. "Ow, hey." said Greg before letting go of the dog.

"I thought this was a pet free apartment building." remarked Nick brushing himself off.

"Dunno, sometimes people sneak the weirdest things in here." Greg said examining his bitten finger.

"You know why didn't the dog attack us right away?" Nick asked.

"You call that an attack? I call that assault." Greg said, "And I don't know, she probably was following us around unnoticed until you disturbed the sacred sanctum of food."

"You're mind is always on food, you know that?"

Greg blinked a couple of times, "Well not all the time, I do dream of hot babes you know."

"You're sick." Nick said.

"You could say that." Greg said.

Hours passed and they had nothing much except the drawing and the blank ID's. Nick took off his gloves and sat down on the couch in the main room and blew out a breath of air. Greg sat beside him as Trina cocked her head and growled. "You think we have enough to bring him in?"

"If not for murder, maybe for for making fake ID's."

"Yeah...he would probably get off..." Greg stopped as the doorknob turned.

In came the guy they had just been talking about, Ryan looked slightly dishevelled, he wore a look of puzzlement. "You two are still here?"

Nick looked around, "Yeah, uh...we'll be leaving now."

They both marched out without another word.