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Murder at Moonlight Mansion-
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The Mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation... It would seem, that one by one, all who were involved, fell victim to the breath of death in their own way... and it was only a matter of time before it was her turn. She began breathing heavy. Her mind was racing with the possibilities and the information was almost too much for her to bear. She had to think... and more specifically... she had to think with a clear mind. She could not be distracted by questions or comments of a rhetorical nature. Especially when the rookies on the force were working the crime scene. Fresh out of the academy with no experience and everything to prove. Too many times had her captain hired her as the evening babysitter and she had enough. She had her own problems to worry about. She made a quick call to reserve her normal table for lunch at "The Rooftop". Normaly, The Rooftop was way out of her price range. Especially on a detective's salary... but the restaurant was located on the penthouse floor of Wiemers-Savings and Loans building and provided her with a breathtaking view overlooking Boston's Memorial Parkway. And it was classy enough that the guests were quiet and respectful and she would not be bothered. As she turned to leave the courtyard of the Moonlight Mansion- a soft, twinkle of light caught her peripheral vision and force of habit caused her to double take. She crept forward and knelt down. Analyzing the shiny fragment as she got closer. She pulled out her handkerchief and clasped the fragment tight. In all her years on the force, she had never seen a thing like it... and for the life of her,could not guess what it was. As her eyes focused on the tiny shard, what appeared to be a dried drop of blood was stuck to the side. She folded it up in her napkin and slid it into an evidence bag. Maybe it was something, maybe not. But her gut was telling her something. Multiple questions lingered in the back of her mind... suggestions settled on the tip of her tongue... and possible suspects surrounded her. At this point, she could not trust anyone... young Evet.. a receptionist and inventory specialist from Division 6's evidence room, lay a stone's throw away. Her mutilated body and mangled face suggest a double cross of the highest order. Her fiance', Weston, was the head of the Narc Division in South Boston and her best friend was one of the highest paid defense attorneys in Boston. She had connections. She had friends in high places, and her death raised too many questions to rule anyone out at this moment. What she needed now was a nice, quiet lunch to mull things over... and if she left now, she would avoid the awful morning traffic on the bridge and make it right on time for her lunch reservation. Taking one last survey of the overall crime scene... she turned and left the courtyard of the Moonlight Mansion, heading to her vehicle and on to her much anticipated, expensive, yet very lonely, lunch date with herself. She just hoped a lead of some kind would come her way, and soon.
- NOTE- Please feel free to continue... questions, comments, Constructive criticism also welcome... Thanks guys!-:)
© Psamls/Poems By Thomas
The Mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation... It would seem, that one by one, all who were involved, fell victim to the breath of death in their own way... and it was only a matter of time before it was her turn. She began breathing heavy. Her mind was racing with the possibilities and the information was almost too much for her to bear. She had to think... and more specifically... she had to think with a clear mind. She could not be distracted by questions or comments of a rhetorical nature. Especially when the rookies on the force were working the crime scene. Fresh out of the academy with no experience and everything to prove. Too many times had her captain hired her as the evening babysitter and she had enough. She had her own problems to worry about. She made a quick call to reserve her normal table for lunch at "The Rooftop". Normaly, The Rooftop was way out of her price range. Especially on a detective's salary... but the restaurant was located on the penthouse floor of Wiemers-Savings and Loans building and provided her with a breathtaking view overlooking Boston's Memorial Parkway. And it was classy enough that the guests were quiet and respectful and she would not be bothered. As she turned to leave the courtyard of the Moonlight Mansion- a soft, twinkle of light caught her peripheral vision and force of habit caused her to double take. She crept forward and knelt down. Analyzing the shiny fragment as she got closer. She pulled out her handkerchief and clasped the fragment tight. In all her years on the force, she had never seen a thing like it... and for the life of her,could not guess what it was. As her eyes focused on the tiny shard, what appeared to be a dried drop of blood was stuck to the side. She folded it up in her napkin and slid it into an evidence bag. Maybe it was something, maybe not. But her gut was telling her something. Multiple questions lingered in the back of her mind... suggestions settled on the tip of her tongue... and possible suspects surrounded her. At this point, she could not trust anyone... young Evet.. a receptionist and inventory specialist from Division 6's evidence room, lay a stone's throw away. Her mutilated body and mangled face suggest a double cross of the highest order. Her fiance', Weston, was the head of the Narc Division in South Boston and her best friend was one of the highest paid defense attorneys in Boston. She had connections. She had friends in high places, and her death raised too many questions to rule anyone out at this moment. What she needed now was a nice, quiet lunch to mull things over... and if she left now, she would avoid the awful morning traffic on the bridge and make it right on time for her lunch reservation. Taking one last survey of the overall crime scene... she turned and left the courtyard of the Moonlight Mansion, heading to her vehicle and on to her much anticipated, expensive, yet very lonely, lunch date with herself. She just hoped a lead of some kind would come her way, and soon.
- NOTE- Please feel free to continue... questions, comments, Constructive criticism also welcome... Thanks guys!-:)
© Psamls/Poems By Thomas
