The squad car stopped outside the Iwa home, and Van rushed over to his men.
"What in the hell is going on?!"
The younger cops looked at their superior and one sighed.
"Sir….We already checked inside. There's only one dead. Male Caucasian, late forty's. We have identified it was Mr. Iwa"
Van nodded and walked passed them into the house, wearing a faint frown. He didn't like the situation, something about it was bothering him, but he couldn't pin what exactly it was that he hated so much.
As he walked into the house, it was clear something was wrong. As he walked further, he started to make mental notes of every detail that jumped out, and those that were trying to hid.
The door was in place and the lock had been picked by his men meaning they didn't use the front door. The back door was locked, the glass and second screen door in place. All the kitchen windows were in place and the living room was also normal. It looked like nothing was wrong. Though the smell of blood filled the air, and the house was freezing. The heater was on. As he walked up the stairs, there were no signs of footprints. Who ever had been here was on hell of a killer.
Once he was upstairs he walked right into the fathers room were his men were swarming. All was in place. The bed was made, window shut, nothing out of place or on the floor.
Except for the body of Mr. Iwa who was laying a pool of blood that came from the long gash in his chest. The knife was still in his chest, right were his heart was. Van kneeled, eyeing the scene carefully. Who ever got to the man clearly didn't want to waste time, yet wanted to make sure it was painful. They were probably out of here before the man had fully died. Cruel, but effective.
Leaving the room, the aged man walked down the hall to the last door. This one of closed, making his raise a brow. He looked at the one near the door, who was shifting uncomfortably.
"Something wrong, boy?"
He looked around, then gave a slight nod. Van raised a brow, and the boy dropped his voice. Clearly he didn't want anyone to know. That was understandable, it was a homicide after all.
"My commanding officer placed me and here as he did to others to watch the doors. We weren't meant to go in….but I peeked, I didn't enter! But…well…."
He cast a glance around, to make sure no one was watching. Shifting again, it was clear he was nervous, which only spiked the older mans curiosity more.
"Well, you're the head of this operation so your aloud to go in. Trust me what you find is a bit…off"
Unsure what the boy meant he walked in. Right away he knew what the boy had meant. You didn't need to be a trained detective to figure out what had happened.
The room was a major mess, and it was clear that the room he was in was where the whole fight had began, for not only was it a mess but another thing. The room was freezing, for the window was wide open.
Sheets were laying on the floor, shredded. Clothes were lying on the floor, drawers pulled out onto the floor. There was a few blood stains on some clothes and sheets, showing the father wasn't the only one hurt, the attacker got his share of pain.
The thing that really set Van off though was that a few floor boards were loose. Who ever was in here was looking for something. Then it hit Van, the room he was in. It was a small room but by all the posters, size and style of clothes and bits of school books it was clear this was a teenagers room. Deidara's room.
"Oi! Kid come here!"
The young officer walked in, slightly nervous. He couldn't blame him, from what he heard over the radio it was the kids first homicide. But it didn't matter, he needed a young mind.
"How old are you? Your name as well"
"19, Shancus"
"…Deidara's 17. Close enough. Come over"
The young boy did, and Van gave him a soft smile. The boy looked a bit young to be a cop, but he no one to judge especially not with a partner like Jones. Shancus shifted nervously, brushing some long hair from his green eyes.
"DO you ever keep things hidden from your family? Where?"
The boy thought for a moment, and looked a bit scared, but spoke none the less.
"Y-Yea I keep things from my parents. I hid them under a loose floor board. Money, priceless items….m-magazines."
Van looked up with a raised brow at the blushing boy.
"I keep them in the box"
"And the key?"
"…the…key?. oh the key! Well I have a bunch of snake figurines so the keys in a hollow one."
Van's head shot up, and he smiled.
'Shancus, your the best!'
"I-I am?"
The older man hurried over to a large dresser and eyed a collection of sculptors. Grabbing the sculptors one by one, he took them near his ear. On his 7th try he heard a jingle. His eyes lit up and he gripped the sculptor, roughly hitting it against his knee. It broke into three and within moments he had bits of dried clay and a shining key.
He walked over to the bed and motioned Shancus over. The boy walked over, and saw van was pointing to the bed. Nodding, he grabbed the bed post and so did Van. Nodding to each other, they lifted the bed and moved it a few feet over. Setting it down, Van hurried over to the area where the bed had been, gently hitting his heel on the floor boards. It was only a matter of time till he hit a hollow area.
Shancus gasped and knelt next to the older cop, helping him try to pry off the floor board. Now the young boy knew why Van had wanted his help. After a few moments of yanking, they finally freed the board. Sure enough, inside was a box. Shancus pulled the metal box out, while Van used the key to pop the lock. He glanced at Shancus, then opened the top.
The pairs eyes went wide.
-------------------------------------------
Jones slammed on his brakes when he was in front of the boys house. Jumping out of the car, he bolted into the house and past all the others.
"Van!!! VAN!!!"
He slid past the officers blocking the room and ran into the room. HE was about to shout, when he caught site of the box. His eyes went wide and he walked over, quite slowly.
It was a small tin box. Filled with bundles of rolled up 100's.
"…W-what the hell?!"
Van and Shancus looked up, but Van looked past Jones. At the young boy who was in handcuffs.
"Akasuna! Do you know anything about this?"
Sasori walked into the room, casting Jones a smirk, then cast the same smirk at Van.
"Hmp, so…you found the box faster then I thought. But your still three steps behind"
van was going to ask what the boy meant, but couldn't, for in that moment there was a loud bang and the whole room filled with smoke.
When the smoke cleared, Sasori was gone. Van cursed and stood, yelling orders. Jones didn't move, he didn't even hear Van yelling at him, asking why he was there.
He was staring at the open window. He knew that odd smelling smoke.
"….Flame"
Ugh, crappy chapter. More a filler if anything.
Hehe, anyone Know who flame is?
and does anyone know where Shancus is from?
Reviews = 3