Hey guys, I haven't written anything in a while and I'm sorry for that. I'm super busy nowadays but a week of school will give me time to write chapters and finish off this new idea I've had brewing in my head for a while. I'm only planning on having like five chapters, I hope you enjoy it. :)
I don't own The Hunger Games.
Detective Mason took a long sip of her coffee and sighed contently. It was a sunny day, she was sat in the park enjoying the warmth, she had a doughnut in one hand and her coffee in the other- what more could she ask for?
Peace on Earth. Crime to end worldwide. Criminal organisations to be taken down for good. Frauders to vanish, thieves to die, those who stole candy from babies to give back what they had taken. Nope, even on a nice hot day like this, the world was corrupt. It was broken. Detective Mason was adamant that she, with her dark sunglasses and killer poker face, would be the one to save it. She was the youngest detective the Panem Town police force had ever had, and she was the best by far. Yes, things were good for her now- and the criminals of the world knew it.
She snapped back to focus. Park surveillance wasn't in her job description, but just because she had the day off didn't mean that the petty thieves and vandals did as well. Her phone went off, the theme from Rocky as her ringtone.
"Mason." She answered after flipping it open.
"Johanna, you're needed at the lake. I know it's supposed to be your day off, but the boss was adamant. We need you for this one."
Johanna pushed her sunglasses up her nose and smirked.
"I'm on my way."
…
"So what have we got here, Beetee?" Detective Mason asked Panem Town's best crime scene technician.
"Look over there." He gestured to where a crane was lifting a rusted white pick-up truck out of the clear blue water.
"I've examined these skid tracks." Beetee continued. The driver skidded on this fish oil in the road and veered off towards the lake. They look to be around three days old."
"Hmm." Johanna ran a finger across one of the indents in the ground. It came away slightly dusted in dry mud. "Fish oil in the road? It sounds like an accident to me. Why have I been called in?"
"Because the driver's brakes were cut. I don't know this for sure until I check the truck, but these uninterrupted skid tracks make no sense. The driver would have tried the brakes." Beetee explained. The two of them started to walk over to the vehicle, which had successfully been lifted from the lake and was now sat on the banks covered in weeds.
"Driver's name?" The detective asked bluntly. She wasn't one to use ten words when she could suffice with just two.
"The vehicle is registered to a 'Cato Evans'. A brief background check has told us that he's aged nineteen, in his second year at Panem Town University. He works weekends as a kids' football coach and this is his address." Beetee handed Johanna a slip of paper with his dorm number and the campus address sprawled across it.
"Got a body?" She asked.
"No, but we're still looking .Ask around though- this is definitely suspicious." He opened up the car, confirming his theory. The brake wire was cut.
"Hmm." Johanna tapped a finger against her chin. Sunglasses firmly in place, she turned and walked away from the crime scene.
Let the interrogations begin.
…
Cato Evans' dorm room was a mess. Empty pizza boxes and beer cans littered the floor and tables, grease stained napkins lined the couch like pillows and grass-stained football kits had been tossed onto the beds.
"Um…Can I help you?" A bronze haired young man asked when Johanna burst into the room unannounced. She tapped at the shiny golden badge attached to her belt loop.
"Detective Mason, Panem Town Police Department. I'm here concerning the recent disappearance of Mr Cato Evans." She answered, scanning the room quickly. From a first glance she saw nothing, but if she had learnt one thing from her time as a detective it was that there were always clues lurking beneath.
"Ah, hell." The boy muttered. "I just thought he was taking some time out to think, visiting his mom or something. He's gone?"
"What's your name, son?" The detective asked, ignoring his question.
"Finnick. Finnick Odair. And don't call me son- you're only like three years older than me." Finnick said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I'll call you whatever the damn hell I want, son. Mind if I take a quick look around?" She asked.
"Knock yourself out." Finnick sighed and flopped down onto his bed. "So what's going on exactly?"
"I can't disclose too many details yet, but we've found his car." Johanna picked up a framed photo of her victim with a smiling dark haired girl.
"That's Clove." Finnick explained. "His girlfriend."
"Hmm." Johanna opened his drawers, looking through each one vigorously.
"Who's this?" She held up a drivers licence sized picture of a blonde in a tank top and shorts that she found in the second drawer.
"Glimmer. He put that picture in there ages ago. He met her like a year before he stated dating Clove, in Brazil. I guess he never really forgot about her."
Johanna searched the rest of the room, but found nothing except from more pizza crusts and old socks.
"Know much about fish oil?" Johanna asked, turning on Finnick.
"Fish oil? No. Well, only that I have class with the heiress of the Omega Protein company. You know, that huge one based down in Texas? She's loaded. I think they have a warehouse down here somewhere."
"Did she have any sort of relationship with Cato Evans?"
"Her relationship with Cato?" Finnick chuckled. "She hated him. He was never quite sure why, but that girl really had it in for him. Do you think she could have had anything to do with this?"
I can't discuss that with you, Odair. Do you know where she lives?" Johanna asked, handing him her notebook and pencil.
"Yeah, off campus." Finnick wrote down her address and handed the paper back. "She's kind of a recluse."
"Thanks. I'll be in touch." Johanna turned and placed a hand on the doorknob.
"Oh and Finnick?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't leave town."