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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 10

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 31, 2012

Another awkward silence followed, until Scarlet was fed up with it, “Yes, I figured as much, but could you two please discuss it outside? Are we done here, detectives?”

Sheryl and Watson looked at each other. The both of them quickly turned their heads away from each other in anger.

“Sorry…” Watson apologized,” We lost our tempers there.”

“Yes, now, do you two need anything else?” Scarlet took another sip of her coffee.

“Who is his mistress?” Sheryl demanded. “Show us this evidence that you’re talking about!”

“Well,” Scarlet pointed to a file cabinet, “The evidence is in there, but I will not show it to you.”

“What?” Sheryl’s temper was rising again.

“Do you two have a search warrant?”

“… No,” said Watson.

“Then I don’t have to show you the evidence.”

“Alright, then tell us who his mistress is!” Sheryl demanded again.

“I won’t do that either, after all, that is between my client and I.”

“But this could really help us! Don’t you want to find out who killed your client?”

“What for?”

Sheryl stammered, “Wha- What for? What for?! She’s your client!”

“She’s my former client. I have already finished the job that I was paid for, I have no further need to get involved.”

“But-”

Scarlet held up her hand and interrupted Sheryl, “Sorry, detectives. Good luck with your case.”

Seeing that Scarlet wasn’t going to be cooperative, Watson stood up and said to the still fuming Sheryl, “Let’s go.”

Sheryl winced at Watson talking to her, but got up anyways.

“One more thing,” Watson took out his notepad.

Scarlet put her cup of coffee down onto her desk. “Yes, detective?”

“What time did Ms. Walters leave your office?”

“By the time she finished crying, it was around 11.”

“Okay,” Watson noted the answer down. “Thank you for your help, Ms. …”

“Scarlet is fine, Detective Watson.”

“Thank you, Scarlet.”

Watson walked out of the office. An angry Sheryl followed, but before she left, she declared to Scarlet, “You’re not getting any of my candy!”

With that, Sheryl walked out of the office as Scarlet raised her eyebrow.

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 9

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 28, 2012

“Simone came to me a few days ago.” Scarlet started to explain to the two detectives what Simone hired her for. “She thought that her husband was acting suspicious, and she wanted me to investigate.”

“Suspicious, how so?” ask Sheryl.

Scarlet took a sip from her cup, “Well, he’s apparently been distant, and doesn’t get home until late at night, sometimes not even showing for days. He says that he’s ‘working at the office’, but when she calls, he’s not there. Of course, we all suspected that he was cheating on her, but Simone wanted to know for sure. I finished my investigation of Samuel the night before yesterday, and Simone met me here yesterday morning to see what I had found.”

“Wait,” interrupted Sheryl, “How did you collect your evidence?”

“It was easy, I lured him in with bait and he gave me what I wanted. It’ll be a few days before he figures out that the bait wasn’t real.”

Sheryl raised an eyebrow at the vague answer, “Lured him in? How?”

“Well, let’s just say I’ve got my own secrets to keep.” Scarlet took a sip from her cup again. “Shall I continue?”

Sheryl started to say, “But how-”

But Watson interrupted her, “Yes, please continue.”

Sheryl furrowed her brows as Scarlet smiled and continued her story, “So Simone met with me here yesterday morning. I showed her the evidence, she cried, she paid me, and then she stormed off.”

“So,” Sheryl asked the obvious question, “Samuel Walters was cheating on his wife then?”

“Yes.”

Sheryl and Watson both winced at the confirmation. They knew what the other was thinking, but neither of them wanted to bring it up again. There was an awkward silence as Scarlet waited for one of the two detectives to say something, while the other two were trying to figure out if one of them should even bring up the forbidden subject.

Unfortunately for everyone in the room, Sheryl decided to bring it up. With her accusing tone directed at Watson, she said, “Isn’t it the cheater that usually gets killed in these sort of cases?”

At this, Watson took an angry tone, “Oh really, Sheryl? A person doesn’t deserve to die just because they cheated on someone. Besides, you heard the man, he didn’t love her anymore.”

Sheryl took an angry tone at this and dismissed the excuse, “Well, maybe he should have been working on his marriage instead of fooling around with some girl!”

“Maybe there was nothing to work on!” Watson’s voice grew louder. “Maybe she did something that made him stop loving her in the first place!”

“Well, maybe if you-”

Scarlet interrupted Sheryl before she could make her accusation, “I see that you two share a bit of history.”

Sheryl couldn’t hold her anger in anymore, and she yelled, “Yeah, he cheated on me!”

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 8

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 24, 2012

Watson opened the glass door and he stepped into the office of Scarlet Investigations. A modern looking office, it had the standard white walls and carpet flooring. In the middle were couches surrounding a coffee table; in the corner was a standard desk setup, with a computer and a leather chair. It was from that corner that a sultry voice was heard, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m…” Watson’s voice trailed off as he looked at the corner where that sultry voice came off, and he froze when he saw who it belonged to. It was woman, of course, probably in her mid-twenties.

She had gotten up and was now walking towards Watson. She wore a blouse and dress combo that showed off her figure, with heels of just the right length. Her face was one that suggested maturity and playfulness at the same time. Meanwhile, her straight, red hair flowed perfectly as she walked. Around her was an air of elegance, of the graceful sort, not the stuffy kind.

Watson just stood there, entranced by the approaching woman. A woman that, to him, defined the word beautiful. One that he wouldn’t think twice about telling her anything that she wanted to know if only to be in her company for a bit longer.

Seeing that Watson was frozen in front of the doorway, Sheryl walked around the still detective. She took a look at Scarlet, and then took a look at Watson’s stunned expression. Wryly, she said, “Now I know why Katie said witch.”

Those words snapped Watson out of his trance. Embarrassed, he said, “I- I am Detective Watson, and this is Sheryl Holmes.”

“Hello detectives, I am Scarlet.” Scarlet held out her hand, and Watson shook it eagerly as Sheryl rolled her eyes. “What may I do for your two?”

It was Sheryl’s turn to shake Scarlet’s hand, and Scarlet gave her a firm, but graceful handshake. After the handshake, Sheryl said, “We’re here about Simone Walters.”

“What about her?”

Watson regained his composure. “Well, she was found dead earlier this morning, and we have sources indicating that she was your client.”

“I am sorry to hear that. Yes, she was my client, in fact, I just finished up her case yesterday.”

“Would you mind telling us about the case then?” asked Watson.

“Of course not, please make yourselves comfortable first. Would you like anything to drink?”

Sheryl and Watson declined her offer, “No, thank you.”

Scarlet gestured to the two chairs in front of the desk. “Well then, please take a seat.”

As the two took their seats, Scarlet stood in front of them, half sitting on the front of her desk. She picked up the cup of coffee on her desk and started telling them what happened.

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 7

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 21, 2012

Sheryl looked at the body of Simone Walters as the M.E. took out his report.

“Well, that stab wound was definitely what killed her.”

Sheryl looked away from the body and at the medical examiner. “Any idea what kind of weapon was used?”

“Yeah, from the shape, it looked like an ordinary kitchen knife.”

“So, the murder probably happened in the home of the murderer then.” Sheryl pondered. “The knife was probably used because it was the most convenient thing there.”

“Well, maybe,” said the M.E. as he put up an x-ray of Simone’s skull on to the illuminator and pointed to the cracks on the back of the skull, “but she was also hit on the back of the head with something not long before she was stabbed. She was probably unconscious when she was killed.”
“She was killed after getting knocked out?” Watson repeated.

“Yep.” The M.E. took down the x-ray.

“Well, looks like she was killed by someone who hated her deeply,” said Sheryl, as she looked at Simone Walters’ body again.

“Thank you for the report, doctor.” said Watson as he headed out the door.

“No problem, detective.”

“Yeah, thanks, doc.” said Sheryl as she followed Watson out of the morgue. “So, I guess we’re going to visit Scarlet Investigations now?”

Watson took out his car keys and said, “Yeah, let’s see what secrets Samuel Walters is hiding.”

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The War Is Over

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 20, 2012

A short story that I submitted to the 2011 Short Prose Competition for Developing Writers from The Writers’ Union of Canada.
The story is about two warriors from two different sides in a war, and how the war unfolded from their perspectives.
Unfortunately, it didn’t get short listed and it is not my best work, but I hope you enjoy it a little at least.

The war is over.

The warrior in fur looked as his tribe took over the stone castle. The men in metal were laying down their arms and surrendering. Finally, his tribe had succeeded, the pillagers of the land have been stopped and maybe his tribe can return to living harmoniously with nature again.

As the warrior in fur helped subdue the last of the resisting men, he recalls the peaceful time before the war started. He was born into his tribe some twenty years ago. Growing up, he’d watched as the men and women of his tribe ventured into the forest next to the plains where the tribe was located every day. The men would hunt for deer, boars and other animals, while the women would gather berries and nuts.

As the warrior in fur grew up, he was taught how to hunt; and when he was of age, he, too, would join his tribesman in the forest, hunting animals for the tribe.

A few of years later, one of the elders of the tribe gave his blessings to his daughter and the warrior in fur and allowed them to start a family. The warrior in fur did just that and welcomed a son and a daughter into the world.

It was a couple of years after the birth of his daughter, when the warrior in fur and the rest of his tribe had their first encounter with the defilers of the land.

The day had begun like so many other days; the men were hunting while the women were gathering berries and nuts. The warrior in fur was stalking his prey, when off in the distance, a tree fell.

Normally, one tree falling down wouldn’t be a cause for concern, but then, several more trees started to fall after that. The warrior in fur looked at his leader, who was just as shocked about the unnatural sounds that they were hearing. The leader sent the women back to the tribe and the men went to investigate.

The tribesmen tracked the noise through the forest, while the animals of the forest ran in the opposite direction. They finally reached the source of that cataclysmic sound and several of the warriors gasped at the destruction that they found.

Numerous trees had been felled and still more were getting cut into by the axes of a group of men wearing strange clothing. Unable to stand for this insult to the forest that had nurtured and provided for them, the warrior in fur and his fellow tribesmen attacked after their leader gave the order.

Using their bow and arrows and their spears, the tribesmen killed some of the pillagers and drove away the rest. With most of the pillagers dead or running away, the warriors went back to the tribe to report the events.

Several days passed by peacefully. The warrior in fur was at the tribe, showing some kids the basics the hunting. In the middle of his lesson about spears, they were suddenly interrupted by men in metal riding in from the forest on horses. With them, was one of the tribesman that had gone hunting that day; he was tied was his hands behind he back and a sword threatening to stab him in the back. The pillagers had slaughter the hunting tribesman and had forced one of them to lead the pillagers to the tribe. They pushed the tribesman forward and he fell to the ground, several of the tribeswomen ran over to help him.

The leader of the men in metal bellowed, “We have served you your retribution for your attack of our people. Our lord wishes to speak with your leader, so that we maybe prevent further bloodshed.”

The chieftain step forward, and mentioned to the warrior in fur and another tribesman to follow him.

“Take us to your lord then,” the chieftain said.

Thus, the warrior in fur went with his chieftain into the pillagers’ land where he saw the most unnatural things. Animals were kept locked up, the river was blocked, and stretches of land had been replaced with stone. It was as if they were trying to subjugate nature itself.

The tribesmen were led into the tallest stone building, where the men in metal’s lord sat on his throne above them. Right away, the warrior in fur felt insulted by having to look up at this man who was in charge of the pillaging of the forest.

For hours, the chieftain and the lord argued. The chieftain argued that the lord and his people had no right to cut down the forest, killing off the animals and the plants that the forest provided, and disrupting the natural course of nature. The lord, however, wouldn’t listen, arguing that they were going to expand their land for their people, that subjugating nature was their right.

The final insult came, when the lord suggested to the chieftain that the tribe would be better off if the tribe moved in under his rule. Not only was the lord saying that his people were superior to the tribe, he was also trying to get the tribe to pillage the forest that they had grew to love and depend on.

Insulted, the chieftain turned around to leave. As the chieftain left, he warned them about harming the forest again. The lord just replied that the tribesman was be no threat to their soldiers and let the three tribesman go back to their home.

Back at their home, the chieftain gathered up the warriors of the tribe and declared that they would protect the forest, waging war with the lord and his men if they had to, “These men have defiled the land and have pillaged the forest! They have threatened our tribe, our way of life, and our precious nature! They do not deserve mercy! We must do what we must do to protect the tribe and nature herself!”

And that was how the war started for the warrior in fur. For many full moons, the tribe’s warriors would protect the forest and its inhabitants. The pillagers’ lord would send his men in metal into the forest to attack the tribe itself, but the warrior in fur and his fellow tribesman were prepared. To get around the metal that the pillagers wore, the warriors would use the forest and their knowledge of it to their advantage. They would hide in the treetops, striking only at the right moment. They would lay traps for the pillagers, incapacitating the men in metal that triggered them.

In the early days of the war, the traps would be simple traps that only aimed to incapacitating; the tribe was release the pillagers that were lucky enough to survive the day’s assault. However, as the war grew longer, the warriors of the tribe grew weary and their assault and traps grew deadly. By the later days of the war, the traps aimed to kill, and any of pillagers caught in the forest alive would be executed.

Then, it was time. The tribe was weary of the war, but they knew that they had to press on. The chieftain ordered the warriors to attack instead of defend.

The warriors in fur marched through the forest and into the village on the other side. They set fire to the buildings that they came across and slaughtered anyone that stood in their way. They stormed the castle of the lord, where the lord surrendered. The warrior in fur watched as his once peaceful tribe killed the remaining resistance. His fellow warriors brought the pillager’s lord to their chieftain and forced him onto his knees, so that the war could end.

***

The war is over.

The soldier in armour threw down his sword as the barbarians came storming in. His lord had surrendered and he was to do the same. He watched as some of his fellow knights threw down their own swords, while others resisted and were killed for their efforts. As he witnessed the carnage around him, the soldier in armour thought back on his life before the war started.

Born into a family of nobles, the soldier in armour was raised and educated in the village. As a teenager, he showed prowess in combat, and thus was trained to become a knight, a soldier for his lord. Starting out as a squire, he was eventually knighted after doing well enough in a tournament. The soldier in armour can still remember how happy his family was during the ceremony.

A few years after he became a knight, his family arranged for the soldier in armour and a woman from another noble family to be married. Although the marriage was arranged, they tolerated each other on the worst of days, and enjoyed each other’s company on the best of days. Two years after the marriage, they had a son whom they loved very much.

However, they were not the only ones that were having children. With the population of the village growing, the little village was having trouble keeping up. So, the lord gave the order to starting clearing the forest next to the village, so that the village could expand and have more resources.

The soldier in armour can still remember the day when some of the villagers that were sent out to clear the forest came running back while the rest were dead. They had been attacked by the barbarians.

Surely, this was an act of war, but his lord gave the barbarians a chance and ordered a group of knights to go across the village and invite their leader to speak with him.

With a group of fellow knights, the soldier in armour ventured into the forest. Spotting a group of barbarians, the knights approached them. As the knights neared them, the barbarians spotted the knights and raised their spears in response. Remembering the massacre of their villagers from earlier, the panicked and vengeful knights attacked.

The barbarians were no matched for the knights, theirs spears and arrows could not penetrate the metal armour of the knights at all. The knights easily defeated the barbarians and captured one of them.The knights made him lead them to where the barbarians lived.

Coming through the forest, the knights entered the plains where the barbarians lived. The knights looked in disgust at the barbarians who lived without a trace of civility.

The knights asked for the leader of the barbarians. The chieftain stepped forward, and along with two other barbarians, they were led back to the castle of the knights’ lord.

In the castle, the barbarian’s chieftain and the soldier in armour’s lord argued for hours. The lord explained that the village was running out of room and that they needed to clear the forest to keep the village alive. He explained to the barbarians that men shouldn’t be running about half naked and living in huts. He explained how civilization is the correct way for humans to progress. However, the barbarian’s chieftain would have none of it. He clinged onto his obsolete beliefs and disregarded the knights’ lord’s arguments.

As a gesture of goodwill, the soldier in armour’s lord offered to let the barbarians join the village and learn about civilization. However, the barbarian’s chieftain insulted the lord by refusing his offer. As the barbarians left, the chieftain warned the knights’ lord against trying to clear the forest again. At this point, the knights’ lord gave up, and let the three barbarians leave after warning them that this meant war.

That night, all the knights were gathered in front of the castle. War had officially been declared. Their lord was on the wall of the castle, overlooking his soldiers, getting ready to address them. The soldier in armour recalls what his lord told them that night, “These barbarians have slaughtered our men! They have refused our offer of peace and civilization! They would rather cling onto their obsolete beliefs than become enlightened! Not only are they a threat to our village’s expansion, but also our village itself! These savages will not stop at the forest; they will come for the village as well! We must protect the village and destroy the barbarian threat!”

Thus, under the orders of their lord, the knights would march into the forest, attempting to cross through it in order to attack the barbarians. However, the knights never made it through the forest. Every attempt was stopped by the traps and ambushes that the barbarians had prepared. The knights had never encountered this kind of warfare before, and were unprepared for it.

Finally, after months of wearing down the army, the barbarians attacked the village. The soldier in armour watched in the castle of his lord as his village was being burnt down. He was worrying about his wife and his son when the barbarians barged into the castle. The soldier in armour prepared to fight, but his lord finally gave up and ordered them to surrender, ending the war.

***

The war is over.

The warrior in fur watched as his tribesmen brought the soldier in armour’s lord to his knees in front of the chieftain. The chieftain took the lord’s sword and executed him.

The war is over. The warrior in fur and his tribe celebrated the defeat of the pillagers, while the soldier in armour and his fellow knights slumped in defeat as their village was overtaken by the barbarians.

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 6

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 19, 2012

Watson and Sheryl headed towards Watson’s desk in the office. As they neared the section where Watson’s team sat, Detective Wong headed towards them with a piece of paper in her hand. Excited to see Sheryl, the detective greeted her, “Sheryl!”

“Katie!” Sheryl and Detective Katie Wong gave each other a hug.

They finished their hug and Katie gave Sheryl a big smile. “It’s been a while! How have you been? I hear that you got your very own case?”

“Yeah!” Sheryl smiled back.

“Well, what kind of case was it? Something big? Oooo, something involving the mafia?”

“No…, a little girl’s cat went missing.” Sheryl said, embarrassed.

“Oh, that’s horrible! Were you able to find the cat?” Katie’s expression became a genuine frown at the thought of a little girl’s cat missing.

“Yep.”

“That’s great, Sheryl! Come here!” Katie held her arms opened and Sheryl moved in for another hug.

The two finished their hug and Sheryl held out a piece of candy. “Candy?”

“Of course!”

Katie grabbed the piece of candy from Sheryl, then, with a serious expression on her face, she handed Watson the piece of paper. “Watson, Sheryl, I have an update on the Walters case.”

Watson looked at the piece of paper. “Simone Walters’ credit check?”

“Yeah, and I’ve highlighted several charges on it, they’re for Scarlet Investigations.”

“Another private detective, like me?” asked Sheryl.

“Yeah, it’s run by a women named Scarlet, of course,” Detective Katie Wong replied. “I’ve met her before, and she’s a cunning witch.”

Sheryl raised her eyebrow. “A cunning witch? Don’t you mean a b-”
“Nope, I meant a witch. She specializes in digging secrets out of people. They say that she has a ‘magical’ way to get people to talk, and after meeting her, I believe it.”

“Alright, thanks Wong,” Watson put the credit check in his pocket. “Any news about the security guard thing?”

“Nope, I’m going out now to help Nadir with the search.” Wong said as she headed towards the elevator. “Oh yeah, by the way, the M.E. has a report for you.”

Wong headed into the elevator and gave them a wave goodbye as the elevator doors closed. Sheryl waved back and Watson gave her a nod.

“See,” said Sheryl, turning to Watson. “I told you that Samuel Walters was hiding something. Why else would his wife hire a private detective to dig out his secret?”

Watson sighed at Sheryl’s abductive reasoning. “Yes, I’ll admit that it’s a possibility.”

“Of course though, the question then becomes, what is he hiding?”

Watson pressed the button to summon an elevator, “Let’s go talk to the M.E. first.”

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 5

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 14, 2012

Sheryl and Watson sat on the comfortable leather sofa as Samuel sat on a recliner. He was leaning with his arms on his knees and rubbing his eyes while letting out an long yawn.

After his yawn, Samuel asked the two detectives, “Alright, what do you want to know?”

Sheryl and Watson gave each other a puzzled look, before Sheryl asked the question that was on the detectives’ minds, “Um, are you alright, Mr. Walters?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Well,” Sheryl paused for a second, trying to find the right words, “It’s just that you don’t seem…”

“Upset?”

Sheryl nodded.

Samuel sighed again. “I’m going to be honest with you, detectives. I haven’t loved Simone for a while now.”

Sheryl stammered, “Wha- What do you mean?”

“I mean that I didn’t love her at all. We were pretty much just two roommates who had sex once in a while, although she thought otherwise.”

“She thought otherwise?”

“Yeah, she kept clinging onto me, but it was obvious that I didn’t love her.”

“Why didn’t you get a divorce then?”

At the mention of this, Samuel’s tone became angry, “Because then she’d get half of the assets, and I obviously deserve so much more than that! I’m the one that brings in the big bucks and works long days! That woman doesn’t deserve my money!”

At this point, Watson stopped Samuel, “Mr. Walters, we’re not here to discuss who did more work in your marriage.”

Samuel’s mouth stayed open for a moment, shocked at being interrupted. Quickly though, he regained his composure, “Of course, how can I help you detectives?”

Watson flipped through his notepad, and then asked, “Well, your wife was found in the Wolfe Estates, have you heard of it?”

At the mention of that name, Samuel’s expression flinched to one of surprise for a brief moment before reverting back to one of calmness. “Of course, it’s a gated community on the other side of town. Simone had briefly considered moving there, but in the end, we didn’t.

“Well, any idea what your wife was doing there? Did she know someone that lives there?”

“No, I don’t think she did.”

“Well, does your wife have anyone that she didn’t get along with? Someone that she got into an argument with? Anyone that would want to hurt her?”

“No, not that I know of.”

Watson closed his notepad, and gave Samuel his card. “Well, thank you for your time. If you can think of anything, let us know.”

“Of course, detectives.”

Sheryl and Watson left the condo. Once they were in Watson’s car, Sheryl declared, “He’s hiding something.”

“And why do you think that?”

“I don’t know, just a hunch. And he seemed surprise when you told him that Simone was found in the Wolfe Estates.”

“Well, a hunch and a surprise isn’t going to convince a jury. Let’s go back to the precinct, and see what Nadir and Wong have dug up.”

With that, Watson backed the car out of the parking spot and drove towards the police station.

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 4

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 9, 2012

It was a little bit past 5 in the morning when Sheryl and Watson reached the Royal Majestic Condominiums, another impressive residential location for the affluent. As they rode the elevator up to Samuel Walters’ floor, Watson told Sheryl a bit about the victim’s husband, “Samuel Walters, a 39 years old lawyer. A really expensive defense lawyer. He got a lot of preps off the hook.”

“So you don’t like him then?” Sheryl asked as she ate a piece of candy. “Candy?”

Watson dismissed Sheryl’s offer by shaking his head. “Yeah, he’s a real piece of work. There are even rumours going around saying that he blackmails some of the jury members. No concrete proof, of course.”

“Of course.”

The two detectives got out of the elevator on the 15th floor and rang the doorbell of suite 1503.

After waiting for a few minutes, Watson rang the doorbell again, and this time, they could hear shuffling inside the suite as its occupant rushed towards the door.

A man in his pajamas opened the door, looking visibly tired. “What do you want?”

Watson took out his police badge and ID, showing it to the man. “I am Detective Watson, and this is Sheryl Holmes. Are you Samuel Walters?”

The man woke up at the sight of the badge. “Yes, I am. What’s going on here, officer?”

Watson put away his identification, and uttered the devastating news, “Your wife, Simone Walters, was found dead this morning.”

Samuel looked at the two detectives, as if waiting for either of them to tell him that they were just joking. Finally, the man sighed and gestured into his home, “I see, would you two like to come in?”

‘No tears? No sadness at all? Just a sigh?’ Sheryl thought to herself as the two detectives walked into the home of Samuel Walters.

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 3

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 7, 2012

Detective Watson took out his notepad. “Her name is Simone Walters, 36 years old, and a real estate agent.”

Sheryl looked around, “Does she live here?”

“No, she lives with her husband, Samuel, on the other side of town.”

“So what was she doing here then?”

“No idea, Wong and Nadir are running the usual credit card and phone records checks as we speak.”

“Oh, that explains why the other detectives on your team aren’t here as well.”

Sheryl looked at the body again, and then she said, “Well, the murderer lives in that neighbourhood, that’s for sure.”

“Why’s that?”

“The security guard said that the woman that he saw ran towards the houses, right?

“Yeah, so?”

“So this is a gated community, it is highly unlikely that someone snuck in here to bury a body. The mostly likely scenario is that Simone was killed somewhere inside this community, and then brought into the woods to be buried.”

Watson considered Sheryl’s theory, and then took out his phone. “Sounds plausible, I’ll call Nadir and have him track down the security guards to see if Ms. Walters was here to visit anyone.”

While Watson made his phone call, Sheryl looked around for more clues. She looked at the body, the bag that Simone was in, the area surrounding the body, and finally stopped on the shovel. It was a regular shovel, but shining a flashlight on it, Sheryl could see blood on the handle, and some of that blood formed fingerprints. Most likely, it was the murderer’s fingerprints and blood. Excited at the find, she called over forensics, who would take care of the shovel and lift what evidence they could find on it.

After forensics had taken care of the shovel, Sheryl continued to search for more clues. Finding nothing else, she walked over to Watson just as he finished talking to Detective Nadir. As Watson put away his cellphone, Sheryl asked him, “Anything from the phone records or the credit checks?”
“Not yet. Did you find anything?”

“Yeah, the shovel had blood on the handle, and fingerprints. It looks like whoever was digging the grave was bleeding.”

“Good, I see that you got forensics to take a look at it?”

“Yeah,” Sheryl said proudly. “So what now?”

“Well, I’m going to have to tell Samuel Walters that his wife is dead.”

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 2

Posted by cyberpfalcon on August 3, 2012

“Hello Watson.” Sheryl greeted the detective that was standing over the body.

“Sheryl.”

Sheryl ate a piece of candy as she started observing the crime scene, which was located in the woods next to the neighbourhood. The woods were also part of the Wolfe Estates, so Sheryl could see an iron fence in the distance, encircling the woods and the neighbourhood of mansions. The body was that of a woman, probably in her mid-thirties. The woman stared up into the stars with her vacant eyes from the garbage bag that she was lying in. Beside the body was a shovel and what was going to be her grave.

“So, what happened?” asked Sheryl.

Detective Watson turned to Sheryl, “Around 1:30, a security guard that was patrolling the area heard a strange noise coming from the woods, so he went to investigate. In the woods, he identified the noise as someone digging with a shovel. As he got closer, the digging stopped, probably because whoever was digging the grave spotted the light from his flashlight.”

Both Sheryl and Watson rolled their eyes at this before Watson continued, “He reached this very spot when he heard someone running behind him. All that he saw though, was what looked like a woman running that way.”

Watson gestured in the direction of the houses before he moved on, “He then spotted a garbage bag, which he opened.”

“I’m guessing that she was in the bag?”

“Yeah. He called the police, and here we are.”

“What did the M.E. say?”

“It looks she died from a stab wound to the heart, but, of course, he’ll need to further examine the body.”

“Right. Candy?” Sheryl offered a piece of candy to Watson.

Watson sighed, “No, thanks.”

“Okay then.” Sheryl put the piece of candy away and took out some latex gloves. She put them on and started to investigate the body.

Watson sighed, “Sheryl, how many times do I have to tell you that you can’t be fiddling around with the body until the M.E. clears it?”

“Oh c’mon, you know how long they take.” Ignoring Watson’s warning, Sheryl searched the body for any clues, but couldn’t find anything. “There’s nothing here, I can’t even find a wallet!”

Annoyed now, Watson sighed loudly this time. “That’s because the M.E. already took it out for us.”

“But the last time -”

“The M.E. went to get those evidence bags first, but you started poking around before he got back!”

“Oh…” Sheryl sheepishly said. “Well, what did you find then?”

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