My name is Bianca Jane Rousseau, and I am a New York Police Department homicide detective waiting for my first case. So, in simple terms, I will be solving murders in New York.
I prefer to be called by Detective Rousseau. Even my friends now call me Detective. I'm only letting my family call me Bianca, and that's only because they are my family. My family comes from Italy, and I am the first of the Rousseaus to be raised in America.
My mother was a cop in Italy. My mother would be proud of me, an American detective. She would say I have carried on her legacy.
This morning, a phone call from my new captain, Angela Salerno, interrupted my normal daily routine. She told me to come to from my apartment in Manhattan to Brooklyn Avenue. So, now, that's where I am, and there are cops and reporters all over the place.
I duck under the yellow tape and say, "So, why am I here?" "You and some other new detectives are going to help solve this woman's murder." Captain Salerno replied bluntly.
She gestured to the alley, clearing a path for me and a few other people. There was a young Spanish woman with chin length black hair; a tall, brown haired man; and a shorter, blond man.
"This is Lily Arenello, Landon Johnson, and Connor Hansen." She said, gesturing to each of them in turn. The woman, Lily, smiled. She walked over and shook my hand.
"My name is Bianca Jane Rousseau." I said to her and the other detectives. "What should I call you?" I inquired. "Call me Landon," said the brunette, Landon Johnson, casually. "Hansen," the blond said stiffly. "You can call me Lily, I know my last name is kind of hard to pronounce. What can I call you?" Lily asked. "Rousseau." I said.
"I will assign your partners later. For now, work with the others like they are all your partners. I'm going to show you the body and the medical examiner who is on the case." Salerno said.
We nodded. We walked to the alley and saw a woman with frizzy, black hair leaning over a sheet... a sheet covering a body.
The woman looked up, and said, in a quiet voice, "This woman was shot." Hansen nodded. Landon, Lily, and I glanced at each other. "Anything else?" I asked, averting my eyes from the sheet. "I can't tell, we need to take her to the morgue," she replied.
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The Dark Alley on Brooklyn Avenue
Mystery / ThrillerNew NYPD homicide detectives Bianca Jane Rousseau, Lily Arenello, Conor Hansen, and Landon Johnson each received a call on a seemingly normal morning. They have been put on the case of the murder of a woman who is more than what she seems with a med...
