She's A Secret Agent (Published on GN, and WN)

Episode 6: Total Blasphemy

Blasphemy:

-the act or offense of speaking sacrilegiously about God or sacred things; profane talk.

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Detective Inspector Michael Fox walks out of the church's double door uncomfortably while the two agents, Agent Violet and Agent Eric, walk behind him.

"Detective Inspector, I would like to ask, how was every Saint's statues at the Church of Eden shot in the head? By whom?"

"We don't know yet. We have been looking for this matter but we have to (inaudible)," the detective's voice was muffled by the reporters' voices, eagerly wanting to get a scoop for the crime scene.

"But Detective Inspector, how was the priest killed? Was that a crime made by a man or it's the spirits? Was he possessed by the devil?" said the other reporter as he spoke simultaneously with the Detective.

"But what about the mass killings? All of the people who went to the mass were killed, and the suspect runs free. Are the people safe, Detective Inspector?"

"We don't know yet." Detective Inspector Michael Fox gave an exasperated sigh. There were no traces of the killer so the police were stressed out. "There's no suspect we have found yet, but we're looking for him...or her-- there has to be one."

"Actually, we have a lead." Violet intervenes. The detective looked at her and Agent Eric as Eric just smiled smugly. The reporters went silent for a bit.

"What do you mean you have a lead?" Detective Inspector Fox quoted his hands in the air.

"Was the case passed to the FBI?" one of the reporters asked.

"Uhm, what are you doing here?" the detective asked, ignoring the question of the reporter. He's not really convinced with the FBI taking part in the case.

"Clear the scene. We have to investigate." Violet instructed the police, showing her gold badge. The police officers get the reporters away from the crime scene and they walked towards their car. Eric handed her a pair of blue protective gloves from the glove box.

"Oh, come on!" The detective inspector threw his hands in the air in frustration. "You can't just walk around the crime scene and show-off your golden badges! Why are you here and who is the suspect?" He half-shouted, half-whispered to the two agents.

"Take a guess, Mr. Fox. Come on, you're better than that," said a teasing Violet to the young detective.

"What are you talking about?" The confused detective asked.

"Observe, my dear Fox. Take a look at your surrounding, and you will know. You should sleep." She tapped his shoulder encouraging him to go. Violet can see the eyebags under his eyes, then she looked at what he's wearing. "You have been wearing those clothes since yesterday, you don't bother changing, considering the coffee drippings that stained your black shirt underneath that coat." She looked at his slightly bent down back, "You have been sitting on your desk all night because you can't get up and go home due to the paperwork you have to pass." Then she looked at his lips. "You only have burnt toast since this morning. The dark crumbs at the side of your lips and the rumbling of your stomach said so. Go on, grab a sandwich, then get back to me."