As I scan the documents in my hand, I could feel Maria's piercing gaze upon me. The situation is not fun for both of us. I know she knows something about the killings around the area. But some things holding her back. What could it be?
"Can we get over this now? My nagging boss will be not happy about this". Maria scoffed aggravatingly.
" look, I know you don't like it in here and I know how stressful it is to be blamed as a suspect for a crime. But can you please cooperate with u-.."
"How many times will I tell you that I know nothing! It's just a coincidence that I know these people and it's just all acquaintances!"
Maria cut me off before I even finished my sentence. She's being defensive and I could feel it because of the way she plays with her ring, shaking voice, and constant shifting gaze all across the room.
"Hey I know you're sick and tired of this interview and so did! You don't need to shout ms. De Vega"
" For the hundredth time miss Jane, it's Anne"
I wonder why she doesn't like to be called by her real name. So I asked her politely.
"Can I ask you something? Why don't you want to be called by your real name, Anne? bI means you don't have to answer it, I'm just curious"
Maria looked me in the eye with her golden-brown eyes. "Maria was the name my family gave me ever since. I just don't want to hear it even my last name. I don't want to be associated with that family. I don't want to remember them."
Sadness echoed in her voice as she talks about her family. She seems like a cold-hearted person but she's not. I glanced into her melancholic eyes that were furious a while ago. She was a different person when talking about her family.
" I didn't mean to open old wounds, Anne I'm sorry. I would like to ask some more questions if that's ok with you?"
"Does it looks like I have a choice? I'm already here!" She replied with a sarcastic tone
"Okay, seems like you're ready. Do you have any idea who the killer is?"
Maria clenched her fists trying to hold back her rage against me.
"What kind of question is that?! Of course, I don't know!"
She's getting frustrated every second spending in this room. I could not get any information out of her.
The Interrogation was interrupted when Nick Valentine busted into the room.
"Another man has been killed"
Jane and Nick scurried on the way to the Crime scene together with Maria.
We got to the crime scene and it was horrific. Yellow tape all over the perimeter, flashing blue and red lights, and buzzing noise from the busy cops checking out the crime scene.And there it was, the corpse sitting in the middle of the scene, surrounded by a pool of blood. Beside it was an Axe, soaked with the crimson blood of the helpless prey. I carefully lifted the white sheet cover and revealing the cold body of a young man in his 20's. Eyes wide and lifeless must've died with great shock. Poor soul, I gently closed his eyes and cover the cold body again.
As I searched the crime scene I stumbled across something. It was a doll covered with blood
I carefully picked it up ( while wearing protective gloves of course) and placed it in a ziplock bag."Guess what I found", I shouted
Nick hurried in my direction" was it a god damn doll?"
I nodded while giving him the evidence.
We've been working with this case for like 4 months and still got no trace of the killer.My disappointment grew tremendously as the thoughts crowded every inch of my head."We will catch that bastard sooner or later," Nick declared while giving me a cup of hot coffee.
I took the cup from his hand and thanked him with a slightly worried smile."That's all folks! Let's head outta here!"
The Head Officer exclaimed. As we packed up and got into the vehicle and leave, sick and tired of the continuous murdering in the city. It's 10 in the evening, who expects a murder case that early??" I knew him"
Maria spoke softly. Her troubled eyes meet mine as she waits for my response. As soon as we get back to the police department, new questions formed in my head. We have no choice but to ask Maria again about the incident. She's not the killer because she was in the interrogation room with me since the report.
"I'm afraid you're coming home late tonight Anne. I got some more questions for you I hope you're ready for it".
I gave her a cup of hot coffee that she quickly acknowledges and took a sip. It's 11in the evening and still have no clue who the killer was.
I quickly sat down at the table in front of Maria and started asking questions.
" Hey, I know you're not the killer. We just need answers, Anne."
I reassured her and try to calm her down. I know I have said this a thousand times but I know, she knows something, I can feel it in my guts.
"Thank you for your kind words, Jane. But I have no clue."
This interview was getting frustrated. I stormed out of the interrogation room and sat down on my desk to think.
"Maybe you should send her home. It's getting late and you should probably get some rest".
Nick said to me as he organized the paper works on his desk.
" We can continue this tomorrow you know? We should probably go home. We're the only ones left here in the building"
"You should've gone home Nick, you don't have to wait for me."
I'm glad he stayed with me throughout the night.
"Nah I'd rather stay with you in case you did something stupid, I'm here to help."
I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"Thank you, Nick"
I went into the interrogation room and sat down in front of Maria once again.
"We will continue this tomorrow. We will be picking you up at your apartment at 3 pm "
"I will be at work."
"Then we will be picking you up at Ross' shop"
Maria Sighed got up and walked out of the facility.
I went to Nick's desk and gently pat him on the shoulders
"You ready to go, partner?"
"Yeah, sure! It's way past my bedtime you know!"
Nick pouted as he got up on his seat. I laughed at his sleepy face as we walk out of the building.
Nick dropped me off at the apartment. I thanked him and went inside to rest.
At 3 pm, Nick and I together with a convoy of police officers picked Maria on her work. I talked to Ross, her boss that we need to investigate the killings in the area. And Maria was the too suspect. Ross was not happy about it obviously. We got into the vehicle with Maria and drive on the way to the office.We got into the office and went into the Interrogation room as usual, and get into the interview. As Usual, Maria knows who the victim was."He was a friend of mine back in high school. I came across him the other day and we catch up with our lives for a while then we headed on our way".Her eyes darted towards me and with a serious tone she said;" But I didn't kill him"."But all the other victims were related to you, and yo
While Jane was working on the case, Nick suddenly came up with a new report. "Rumors were roaming around the city about an occult. But it is not yet confirmed", Nick said calmly. Jane looked at him with a slightly annoyed glared " We have a more serious case here, and we have no time to investigate about rumors Nick". Then I remembered all the documents on Nick's desk. He's been investigating that occult thing since when??? "Woah geez, calm down tiger. Maybe it has something to do with the murders around the city. I will continue to investigate it. Do your thing I will do mine". Nick went back to his desk and went on in his research. The thick air inside the room is loaded my
As soon as I entered my apartment, I was greeted by my black cat, Luna. I immediately picked her up and gave her a big kiss. I sat down for a while and rested. I took a hot bath and changed my clothes. Finally, home where I can relax and be myself. "Having a relaxing time isn't that bad right Luna?" Luna just looked at me with her big round eyes and her fluffy face. I gave her a bowl of cat foo which she certainly enjoys. Of course, I prepared a meal for myself, meaning I ordered a box of pizza through the phone. I waited for my dinner while I do some light chores around the house. As I'm about to relax on the couch, the phone rang. *phone rings voice message began* "Hi, Jane! hope you doing okay! Just checking on yeah see you after your leave!" *end of voice message* "Oh, it's Nick good to hear from him after
My heart pounded as I heard the loud knock on the door. Maybe I'm just imagining things but again, another knock can be heard. I jumped out of the couch and grab my pistol. I slowly approached the door. Sweat from anxiety ran down across my forehead. Heart pounding from paranoia. I slowly opened the door and pointed the gun at whoever's on the other side. Pointed it out and then realized it was Nick together with Maria. A breath of relief take over me but furthermore shocked with the fact that Maria was with Nick."Woah chill out Jane it's just me and Maria"Nick Trembles as he raised his hands in the air. I quickly lowered the gun and put it on top of the shelf beside the door."For the last fucking time it's Anne you asshole! What's with you, Jane? You almost killed us with that fucking gun?!"
I studied the piece of evidence. There's nothing new about it. It's the same as the other bloody dolls found in the crime scene in the past. I sighed in disappointment. Before the clean-up crew put away the corpse I took a few pictures of the body uncovered. The stench of blood overpowers the smell of tobacco in the room. I put on a mask so I don't have to inhale the atrocious smell of blood and tobacco. Like all the other victims, they died eyes open. But this one, thick greenish substance running down from his eyes and mouth. He looked horrid I would say. Veins popping out all over his body in a weird manner. This is the most horrifying sight I'd ever encounter in this case. My stomach turned I felt vomit forming through my throat. I ran into the nearest corner and vomited my guts out.Nick quickly approached me as soon as he realized what's going on.
*Jane's dream*I woke up in the middle of a room dark room with lit candles sparsely distributed across the area. I'm sitting down on a rickety old wooden chair and my vision was still blurry as I completely open my eyes. Tried to rub them to clear my sight but then I realized… I'm tied down. Quickly I scanned the room for answers. One by one people appears from every dark corner of the room. I am now surrounded by unknown people covered in a red veil. I couldn't see their faces. I struggled to get out of being tied down but it was hopeless. I tried to scream but only air came out to my mouth as they were getting closer… and closer. They were whispering something I can't understand. The whispers getting louder and louder and turned into blood-curdling screams. One by one the person uncovers their face revealing their identity. They were the corpses
As I study the photos from the last night's crime, noticed something familiar. I zoomed in into the corpse's forearm that has a tattoo. But half of it was covered. Then I realized, it was the same as the one Nick printed out. So I side by side the two images, and it was confirmed. I asked Nick to come over to my desk to look at my discovery."Is it possible that the victims were members of the occult?" He gasped"It is possible, but why would they kill their member?" I gather up the evidence "Let's go to the morgue and check if the other victims have the same tattoo."We Rushed into the city morgue and examine the corpses one by one. The smell of the embalmed dead bodies makes my stomach turned, the smell of the chemical mixed with the slowly rotting, cold bodies makes it worse. We gathered all of the bodies
It is getting late. Nick and I went back to the office to log out and getting ready to end the day at the office. I packed all my belongings, turned off the computer, and went out of the building with Nick. While on our way to my apartment, I couldn't help but think about the mysterious tattoo. The victim's spouse said he never had a tattoo, not even when he's gone missing for the past 28 hours until he was found. And the symbol wasn't tattooed with regular ink, it was a burnt mark. It was like he has branded as livestock. But it is not a fresh burnt mark, but a healed one. If he was 'branded' when he got killed, it should cause a blister."Annabelle said Adrian never had a tattoo when he went missing," I reported to Nick while he was driving. He glanced at me with an intense look in his eyes."The killer must have tattooed him the day he went missing
Self-reliant, dauntless, and scornful. But this is all just a facade, a mechanism to deal with my unsettling past.I was born and grew up in a high-class family in an urban city, Lived happily until I was about 17 years old, but at that point, things changed. I decided to live out from my family. Their glamorous and luxurious lifestyle is not for me. Left without them even knowing and started a new life in this little city, find a job, and rented a small apartment just for me. I don't have friends as much but I do know a lot of people. Ross accepted me to work for his little mechanic shop. The wage wasn't that high but it was enough to fees myself and to pay bills.And suddenly these shenanigans happened. I was accused of being a murderer for very little evidence. You're probably wondering why I decided to help both
A beeping sound woke me up, cold air passes through my nose as I inhale. Carefully, opened up my eyes as the bright white light blinded me when I fully opened them. "Jane?" A gentle voice called me. It called me for the second time and it caught my attention and I glanced where the voice came from, realizing it was Nick. Sitting beside the hospital bed, he gently touched my hand. "Where are we? What happened? Did you catch the guy?" I looked up at him puzzled. "No, they didn't. I've called back up to search the entire area where we encountered the suspect, We scanned every nooks and cranny of the area still nothing." Nick sighed. Dextrose we're attached to my left hand, and an oxygen mask is on my face. So that's where the cold air came from. Sea
I woke up at 9:00 in the morning and called Nick and said I'm not going to work today because my injury still being a pain in the ass. I set up my laptop on my couch and turned on the T.V and watched my favorite Netflix show. I wish I could go to the office today. Working at home is not much my kind of thing. Although I do work from home sometimes. If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut t
It is getting late. Nick and I went back to the office to log out and getting ready to end the day at the office. I packed all my belongings, turned off the computer, and went out of the building with Nick. While on our way to my apartment, I couldn't help but think about the mysterious tattoo. The victim's spouse said he never had a tattoo, not even when he's gone missing for the past 28 hours until he was found. And the symbol wasn't tattooed with regular ink, it was a burnt mark. It was like he has branded as livestock. But it is not a fresh burnt mark, but a healed one. If he was 'branded' when he got killed, it should cause a blister."Annabelle said Adrian never had a tattoo when he went missing," I reported to Nick while he was driving. He glanced at me with an intense look in his eyes."The killer must have tattooed him the day he went missing
As I study the photos from the last night's crime, noticed something familiar. I zoomed in into the corpse's forearm that has a tattoo. But half of it was covered. Then I realized, it was the same as the one Nick printed out. So I side by side the two images, and it was confirmed. I asked Nick to come over to my desk to look at my discovery."Is it possible that the victims were members of the occult?" He gasped"It is possible, but why would they kill their member?" I gather up the evidence "Let's go to the morgue and check if the other victims have the same tattoo."We Rushed into the city morgue and examine the corpses one by one. The smell of the embalmed dead bodies makes my stomach turned, the smell of the chemical mixed with the slowly rotting, cold bodies makes it worse. We gathered all of the bodies
*Jane's dream*I woke up in the middle of a room dark room with lit candles sparsely distributed across the area. I'm sitting down on a rickety old wooden chair and my vision was still blurry as I completely open my eyes. Tried to rub them to clear my sight but then I realized… I'm tied down. Quickly I scanned the room for answers. One by one people appears from every dark corner of the room. I am now surrounded by unknown people covered in a red veil. I couldn't see their faces. I struggled to get out of being tied down but it was hopeless. I tried to scream but only air came out to my mouth as they were getting closer… and closer. They were whispering something I can't understand. The whispers getting louder and louder and turned into blood-curdling screams. One by one the person uncovers their face revealing their identity. They were the corpses
I studied the piece of evidence. There's nothing new about it. It's the same as the other bloody dolls found in the crime scene in the past. I sighed in disappointment. Before the clean-up crew put away the corpse I took a few pictures of the body uncovered. The stench of blood overpowers the smell of tobacco in the room. I put on a mask so I don't have to inhale the atrocious smell of blood and tobacco. Like all the other victims, they died eyes open. But this one, thick greenish substance running down from his eyes and mouth. He looked horrid I would say. Veins popping out all over his body in a weird manner. This is the most horrifying sight I'd ever encounter in this case. My stomach turned I felt vomit forming through my throat. I ran into the nearest corner and vomited my guts out.Nick quickly approached me as soon as he realized what's going on.
My heart pounded as I heard the loud knock on the door. Maybe I'm just imagining things but again, another knock can be heard. I jumped out of the couch and grab my pistol. I slowly approached the door. Sweat from anxiety ran down across my forehead. Heart pounding from paranoia. I slowly opened the door and pointed the gun at whoever's on the other side. Pointed it out and then realized it was Nick together with Maria. A breath of relief take over me but furthermore shocked with the fact that Maria was with Nick."Woah chill out Jane it's just me and Maria"Nick Trembles as he raised his hands in the air. I quickly lowered the gun and put it on top of the shelf beside the door."For the last fucking time it's Anne you asshole! What's with you, Jane? You almost killed us with that fucking gun?!"
As soon as I entered my apartment, I was greeted by my black cat, Luna. I immediately picked her up and gave her a big kiss. I sat down for a while and rested. I took a hot bath and changed my clothes. Finally, home where I can relax and be myself. "Having a relaxing time isn't that bad right Luna?" Luna just looked at me with her big round eyes and her fluffy face. I gave her a bowl of cat foo which she certainly enjoys. Of course, I prepared a meal for myself, meaning I ordered a box of pizza through the phone. I waited for my dinner while I do some light chores around the house. As I'm about to relax on the couch, the phone rang. *phone rings voice message began* "Hi, Jane! hope you doing okay! Just checking on yeah see you after your leave!" *end of voice message* "Oh, it's Nick good to hear from him after