"And for humans, a Mystery is Irresistible! It must be solved." Capt Picard STTNG

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A #WRITCO Collaboration
{LIMITED EDITION}

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SHELBY PRYOR 🚓

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MICHAEL 🚓

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IN THE BEGINNING

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There are some things people just don't want to know. The grizzly cringe worthy happenings that most of us choose to deny or walk away from. We do not know the why, nor reason, these things occur. But they do and someone has to deal with it. I therefore, as your captain, place this particular case into your capable hands. I look forward to the results ASAP, and to finally see a resolution to this cold case.

CAPT R.J. PETERSON

CALEB'S POV
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So this is where we started. I suppose that's where my journey with her begins. And it was not a disappointment, I mean from the very beginning, I knew she was observant. A constant eye, wary of her every surrounding, she was. Myself, I was willingly withdrawn. No problems hanging back in the shadows, and allowing the dice to fall wherever they would. Then I would pick apart the scene piecemeal, questioning as I went along and documenting my answers. That's how we worked; and the incredible thing is, it led to a success rate of 100% resolution.

This is why our captain chose us for this particular cold case.

"I want to visit the scene of the crime," I proffered the suggestion, even though I realized that the evidence is tempered with or removed. I just want to get a feel for the crime.

I knew, of course, Lissa would have no problem with this. In fact, I was surprised I had mentioned it 1st. I, however, was not shocked to see she'd already been there before I opened my mouth.

How did she know about our assignment before I did? We'd received word about it at the same time!

Or so I thought.

But as we pulled up to the house, still an awful smell emanated from the front door. I thought after all this time, things would be repaired and replaced.

It had not.

And surprisingly to me, Lissa took to it like old luggage. You know, the kind where it needed replaced; but it had somehow become close like family. You don't want to replace it because it becomes your comfort. I covered my mouth and nose, she entered head-on.

Looking around, there was definitely a struggle leading to murder. I mean, if the blood washed stains on the walls didn't spell it out, there was still scrapings of skin and residue along the floor and baseboards. It was as if something, or someone rather, was dragged. I wanted to run out, but she challenged me to stay, for once. That's what I loved, and hated, about Lissa.

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LISSA'S POV
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I stepped into the crime scene, my senses on high alert. A horrifying smell all its own filled the air, and I fought the urge to gag.

“Alright,” I said as I stepped over a loose plank on the floor. “What's your current theory, Caleb?”

Caleb cocked his head to the side and looked at me. I knew something sarcastic was going to come out of his mouth before he said a word. “I think someone was killed here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Caleb, I'm serious.”

“Okay, then. What's your take, Lissa?”

I pulled my backpack off and set it down on the floor. I pulled my notebook out. “Okay, so according to the initial police reports, the victim was for sure killed in the kitchen, so when she was in this room, she was still alive.”

Caleb nodded. “Yeah, I can see that.”

I closed by eyes, envisioning how everything had gone down. “Okay, let's walk this out. So the victim was here…”

For the next half hour, Caleb and I went over the scene. We combed over the evidence, analyzed the scene, even tried to retrace the steps of the victim—and the killer.

“Think we're any closer to figuring this out?” Caleb asked as the faint light seeping through the window faded. The sun disappeared below the horizon.

I paused. Sure, we'd figured some things out, but was it enough? Had we made any progress.

I had just opened my mouth to respond when a bullet sliced through the air.

(TBC)

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@TheSPryor
© I Am MichAel

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