After a long time without writing, I finally had a good idea to add my stories about one of my favorite series, I hope you like it. The following story is not related to any specific season, although characters from several different seasons appear, such as Ruth, Emily Grace and Watts. As well as some extra characters that I always include. Good reading
CHAPTER 1
On that day, Officer Henry Higgins woke up with a smile on his face and sighed, thinking, "This is going to be the best day ever," as he always did before getting out of bed. As usual, he got up late, with Ruth already awake. He hurried to take a shower, dress in his uniform, and join his wife at the breakfast table.
Sitting down, he asked Ruth why she hadn't woken him up. In response, she mentioned that he seemed very tired and needed the rest.
"Oh, I love you, my little bird. Thank you," he expressed his gratitude.
"You're welcome, my dear. By the way, I'm going to buy you a new suit so we can attend Rupert's party," Ruth decided.
"Don't worry, dear. My suit is fine," he replied.
"Nonsense, Henry. You need a new suit. Don't worry, I'll find a cheap one, I promise," she assured.
"Sure," he smiled. "Well, I have to go. See you later." With that, he kissed his wife and daughter and left.
Once Henry was gone, Ruth gave instructions to the nanny about Jordan's care and to the maid about lunch.
Afterwards, she went to tend to her beauty routine, sitting in front of her vanity to get ready, and then headed out to buy the suit—a very nice suit, so that Henry would look handsome, and women would covet him... wait, no one would covet Ruth Newsome's husband, no way. So, a nice and simple suit would be enough for this dinner.
Upon leaving the suit store, where she bought not one but two suits for her husband, Ruth decided to visit the boutique to buy a new dress for herself, after all, she was also low on dresses and always needed a new one, and to get some sweets from the new bakery.
On the way back, a man bumped into her. He wasn't handsome, but he was well-mannered and even offered to help carry her bags.
"A beautiful lady like yourself shouldn't be alone in such a dangerous city," he smiled. "You need to be cautious."
"Oh, don't worry," Ruth smiled. "My husband is a policeman; he keeps this city safe... Henry Higgins, do you know him? He's very efficient!"
"I'm afraid not..." the man replied. "By the way, which direction are you heading? I need to go that way."
"What a coincidence, I am too... and thank you for your help." Ruth smiled as they walked towards Parlor Street.
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After a long and tiring day at the precinct, Henry returned home hoping to rest, play with Jordan, and get a foot massage. However, as he crossed the threshold, Astrid, Jordan's nanny, came to greet him and told him that Ruth hadn't returned home.
"What? What time did she leave? Where did she go?"
"She didn't give details, Mr. Higgins, she just said she was going shopping and would be back for lunch, but it's already past that time..." the nanny stammered, making the man tremble.
Without thinking twice, Henry turned around, got into his car, and drove to the suit store and other places Ruth frequented; all were closed. Fear began to grip him, and he even called Rupert from a phone booth, but his brother-in-law said he hadn't seen his sister.
Swallowing hard, he looked at his watch; time was slipping away. He had an idea.
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Julia and William Murdoch were having dinner when someone knocked on the door. Annoyed, the detective went to answer it and found himself face to face with Officer Higgins, still in his uniform, though slightly disheveled and unkempt.
"Henry? What are you doing here?" asked the detective, as Julia approached.
"Sir, Dr. Ogden, I need help," he replied, trembling, and the couple let him in.
"Come in, Henry, and tell us what happened," Julia urged.
"It's Ruth, sir. I came home, and Jordan's nanny said she hadn't returned home. Something is wrong; she couldn't have just disappeared..." he whimpered, recounting everything he had heard and done in the last hour.
Not far away, a killer had finished his work and found it more practical to dispose of the evidence by throwing it into the bushes near the park.