James walked me into a dingy half cut room. It smelt of oil and dust as I stepped in behind him. I knew this room to well, it pained me to see this room. I took my eyes towards the desk in the corner, it was a wooden black desk which supported a boy behind it. His hair was almost none existent being a fine brown fuzz, his well shaved face made him look more youthful, his clothes were loose on his bigger physique and a dead scar scorned his left cheek. He looked up at me his warm blue eyes sparkled with a smile.
"George." He proclaimed, "I wondered how long it would take before James dragged you other here." I smiled at him boldly.
"It's good to see you Tom." I embraced him for a short moment, with a tinge of happiness. No one had seen Thomas Boucher since the 'accident,' this horrible scar he ran straight down his left cheek was probably the result. "The scars new." I chuckled as I moved out the embrace; I expected him to look more sorrow some after saying that, but, like Tom always did he took it with a laugh and a smile.
"Yeah, bloody corrupt police officers did this." He sort of snarled out, "I'm lucky they didn't kill me." His grin became dominant as James came into the conversation.
"Don't we have something to show George, Tom?" He nudged the taller boy slightly with his flimsy shoulder. Tom staggered forward as he pulled a file from the desk; a case file I could recognise them a mile off. They always came in a brown folder, with a small black stamp on the front; the blandness of these files bored me, but, the excitement off the case made me shiver with glee. People got their thrills in many ways; from sex to drugs, people pretty much did the same thing for a thrill... But not me. I got my 'kicks' from being tossed head first into the unknown, it was fun, exciting and something new to explore. People said I was mad to do this, this private eye job. It was basically suicide in this town, everyone had dark tales to hide and what's worse. Teenagers are the worst. I'm no saint but my I'll be damned if I don't stop the worst in this city. I slowly flicked open the file as I produced a pair of black framed reading glasses from my pocket, they were simple framed glasses and did the job as good as any designer pair.
"The doctor?"
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The doctors surgery
Mystery / ThrillerThe town where they live isn't the best, but, something always interested the two boys. Crime. You name it they solved it, but professional detectives are in their way of the dreams. Till the string of murders, rapes and robberys are committed. Only...
