June 20th 1972, Manhattan, E 102nd st,
I had just responded to a call about a gunshot victim. CSI told me it was a possible B&E gone wrong. Multiple gunshot wounds to the chest. The victim was found by her roomate, Jennifer Evans. I went downstairs to talk to Jenninfer. I slowed my pace as she noticed my approach. Her eyes were red and puffy.
"Excuse me, Ms. Evans?" I asked.
"Jenn is fine," she said, her voice slightly broken, "Just call me Jenn."
"Okay Jenn, What was your roomate's name?"
"Grace, her name is Grace."
"Do you know what happened to her?" I asked.
Jenn's eyes started to well with tears. She lookeed away for a moment.
"Y-yes...I do."
"...Well?"
"We can't talk here." she said, her voice lowered.
"why?" I asked.
"Because I-"
"Brady, come here", said an officer, beckoning me to go back upstairs.
"I'll be right back." I said.
Turning toward the cop I went back upstairs.
Grace's body had been turned over, revealing several stab wounds.
"Christ, you think the the gun would have been enough." I said.
"Apparently not," relpied the ME, "but it it seems to me that this case is a little more complicated thamn it already is. Nothing was stolen."
"What?" I asked, that didn't make sense.
"The B&E isn't a B&E at all. This is a homicide."
Great, nothing like muder in the morning.
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Brady: PI
Mystery / ThrillerThis is the beginning of a series I'm planning. Thirty two year old Kenneth W. Brady is a private investigator in New York City in the year 1972. For fourteen years, Kenneth has worked with the New York Police Department. When He is witness to a su...
