The most beautiful roses have their cruelest thorn

Team Brighton and Scarlett

The detectives made their way to track down the Taurus household, based on cooperating with the school system. Detective Brighton, and Det. Lamior arrived right after sunset. The sky in front of us was completely dark, but the view further down had some traces of green and blue, turning darker and darker.

Bulloro Brighton, about the same height as Det. Lamior. Light skin corresponding with blonde, organized, short hair. He had on a black and gold suit. With two rows of buttons perfectly aligned, and a lege layered collar on his shirt, the trims were as gold as the buttons. It highlighted his outfit as a whole. You'd have no idea he was working in the police force. Speaking of Lamior, he got out from the passenger's seat, while Brighton got out from the driver's seat after they parked.

"So, this is the place, huh?" Lamior asked.

"Yes, sir!" Brighton said with his usual upbeat tone. Though, he did have a pubescent voice. they walked up together, patiently after Lamior knocked on the door. Brighton was looking around the beautiful garden. To lamior, he seemed to be in space.

"Hey, fool bright, focus." Lamior joked as he looked around the house's windows. The lights were on the right side of the beige and burgundy house. The white frames around the window were glowing by the artificial lights. Although, the curtains were down. Lamior kept peering through the side.

"Police, open up!" He knocked vigorously. That made Brighton startled and jump back into reality. While Lamior was still peering through the sides, distracted, at the front window on the right side of the main door, the curtains moved ever so slightly.

"Hey, lady, you can't hide! I see you. Open up!!" Brighton knocked vigorously on the door. Lamior looked to see what was going on. The dark brown wooden door opened slowly. A dark-skinned, short, older woman came out wearing thin black glasses in all black clothes stood before them.

"Police?" She asked in her soft voice and Caribbean accent, sounding familiarized with the situation.

"Yes, you must be Ms. Taurus, right?" Asked Brighton.

"Yes..." She replied nonchalantly, similar to her son's usual tone of voice.

"Well, we need to investigate your sons' room. You know, to find anything that'll help unravel the case." Lamior began.

"Aside from the fact you tried to hide from us," Brighton stated raising his eyebrow.

"Sorry, I was unprepared. I-I was busy at the moment. Come inside." She stuttered trying to change the subject. Lamior and Brighton entered a beautiful home. With mint green walls, had dark blue sofas, a burgundy carpet made of cotton. It also had paintings of nature to brighten up the atmosphere, along with the deep yellow lights. It looked like the living room.

"Where's your son's room?" Asked Det. Lamior, as I went gazing about.

"Follow me, I'll show you." Replied Ms. Taurus. We went upstairs and were introduced to a hallway that seemed quite narrow. There were individual doors the same color. But, the hallways were surprisingly purple. Lilac or lavender shade, while the floor was painted black. Down the hall was a big window where you could see the night sky. Ms. Taurus went in front of us, and opened up the door on our right, as she quickly went inside.

We were introduced to dark, navy blue walls. There was a deep brown, that contained a laptop, and a few dictionaries. There was also a bookshelf organized to perfection with different assortments of books. The bookshelf was next to the desk and was reaching the ceiling. Right in front of the desk was a medium-sized window. There wasn't much in view except the neighbor's house. The desk had plenty of drawers and a lot of folders on the shelf attached to the desk. I also noticed a closed white door, which was probably the closet. It looked nothing like your average teenagers' room. I never thought a guy lived here. It looked like the victim was very interested in books! Ms. Taurus left the room all of a sudden.