Short Story: Riordan Palace

It was dark and stormy that fateful night. I had just finished putting the finishing touches on my monthly report when my assistant, James Warren, ran in. He looked excited about something, and he interrupted me before I could ask him what he was so excited about. “There’s been a robbery at Riordan Palace!” he shouted. Riordan Palace had what had seemed to many as an impenetrable security. Apparently, they were wrong, as somebody had broken in. Worse yet, they had stolen Mrs. Riordan’s prized necklace. “We’d better hurry down to the scene, Warren.” I quickly replied. “We can’t afford to miss out.”
Business had been slow over the past few weeks. Our last case had been three weeks before, and that one had turned out to be a false alarm. …show more content…

That was until I found a small scrap of paper which turned out to all that we needed. Long story short, it came out of the thief’s bag when he was hurrying away with the necklace. Fortunately, it had his fingerprint, which led us right to him. The police detained him for us, and we interrogated him. I kept on trying to get information from him, but James was acting strange around him, and wouldn’t help. Suddenly, it clicked. James knew about this suspiciously quickly. This guy couldn’t have done this by himself, and James would’ve been able to figure it out. Then, James wouldn’t help with anything, and now the suspect was acting like he knew him. I hated to say it, but it really started to look like Warren was the mastermind behind this. I asked James to leave so I could try something else. I then started interrogating him about James, and eventually I found out that James had threatened him to do it. He didn’t even have the necklace. James did! I left the room to go and talk to James, but he had figured what I knew. Or least so he thought.
“You know that I can’t let you live knowing that, Austen.” He pointed his gun at me.
“Knowing what?”
“You know exactly what I mean. The necklace, the bank, all of it.”
“There was more?”
“Of course there was more! Wait, you know what? Never mind. Goodbye Austen.” He pulled the trigger.
Nothing.
“I’m afraid that’s not going to work, Warren.”
“Wel-” I tackled and handcuffed him.
“I’m placing you under arrest, Warren. Come peacefully.” Soon both of them were locked up and awaiting a court hearing, and I was down an assistant. The necklace was returned and the other cases he mentioned were investigated. But that’s the end of this