Short Story: Locked Away

” Okay, well we will get you all fixed up, but just one more question, did you find the bullet?” I said, no sir. He replied,”okay.”

"This person that was involved in the death probably felt something was wrong. If you're a child and break something, you try to hide it."

Investigation: The detective upon receiving information on the events, beings his initial investigation of the crime. The detective, along with his team, collects evidence such as: video surveillance, finger prints, bullet analysis, blood pattern analysis, DNA, and interviews the witnesses. At some point in the investigation, an interview was conducted on a customer that got a full description of the suspect. The detective, upon hearing his statement, requests for a sketch artist. The sketch artist pencils up a picture of the suspect and copies are made and handed out to all patrols. The individual describes the suspect as a tall white male, with short brown hair, about 6’4, wearing glasses with a five o’ clock shadow, and about 210lbs. The suspect was described as wearing a white hoodie and blue

I took out my gun and pointed I it at his head; his hands went up; he knew he was done.

Last night was a blast for him. He stole the dance floor, sang like a star, and ate like a king, but today he was found dead in his hotel room, the lifeless corpse of Dominic Francis leaking blood onto his bed, the name “Corcurro” carved into his torso. I, Kurt Wilson, the best friend of the victim, found him. I am a former military soldier of the U.S., and I swore to the lord himself that I would find the killer and avenge my dear friend, Dominic Francis at absolutely all costs.

Standing in front of his TV, sipping his morning coffee, Andrew Barnes coughed, grabbing his throat and dropped the cup on the floor. When the announcer spoke, “We are going live to the scene of the brutal murder of the couple in Jackson, Heights.”

“Now you wait a minute. I’m not done. He had a ski cap and I couldn’t see the color of his hair. He was a big guy and ran that way,” She said, pointing towards the street leading to the river.

“I have security cameras in my house. I’ll turn them on and let them record. It shouldn’t be long before they kill again if they keep up the pace they have been…” He trailed off at the end. His face contorted with the confliction inside him. Kimberly could tell that the thought of another murder was tearing him up inside. She meandered over to the living room whispering, “that’s smart,” under her breath. With a grunt she plopped down on the sofa and rubbed her temples. Axel exited the room and returned with spare clothes, a pillow, and a blanket.

“Lewis, it’s Frank, I need you down here immediately, there's been a vicious murder, ” Frank responded, “Hosier Lane, hurry!”

“I pulled off to the side of the road and I immediately sprinted to the vehicle,” he continued. “I’ll be honest, I was scared I’d find a dead person in there.”

As the doors to autopsy opened up, Bobby Wyatt walked in followed by his partner. He looked at the man with fury. “Jake Hunter, well I haven’t seen you since my brother’s funeral. Did you get lost because in order to be down here, you have to be escorted by an officer?” Bobby asked. He kept his arms by his side. His fists started to ball up so tight his knuckles turned white.

“Okay,” I said. “Remember to follow the Deadwood Detective Agency’s standard operating procedures. Nail down the timeline. Follow up on the leads and treat everything as evidence. If you see the

My new partner, Jack, was a tall man, guessing he got deported down here, because I have never seen him previously. Moreover, we introduced ourselves, we made small talk but quickly got into the case. Looking at the murder scene, everything seemed a little off. The evidence that was here for us did not look like it was from a normal murderer, it seemed to have come from a person intelligent enough to hide who they were. There were no fingertips, no hair, no left weapon, everything seemed like the murderer planned everything out perfectly. Gathering as much evidence as we could, we head back to the police department. As we entered the department, I noticed that Jessica’s desk was cleared. Bewildered, me and Jack go to the upstairs room to run the files. “We think we know who murdered the sheriff, but no one wants to point fingers without evidence”, as Jack opened the door for me. Walking in, thoughts run through my head, it couldn't of been Jessica, could

The murder was the result of a drug deal that had gone bad. Though I tried to keep focus on the business at hand, I found myself staring at the man who continued to keep his head down. But when he looked up at me, I could clearly see that it was Colton.

The apprehension and subsequent arrest all dramatized for the cameras. The suspect, heard on camera being questioned about his past domestic violence charges, his inability to pay child support and finally he is asked about the observed drug purchase.