Lost Saint

Chapter 1 [A Saint's Cry]

"This will be your main case for now, officer Richards," voiced a man in his late 40s. His tired hazel eyes looking towards a pale young man with light brown hair and blue-green eyes filled with determination.

"Is this Andy Jones's case?" questioned the man by the name Arthur Richards as he took the documents into his hands.

"That's right...," answered the older male with a sigh as he took a sip of his warm black coffee.

Arthur looked carefully at the documents with a skeptical gaze. His eyebrows sightly frowning as his mouth was clenched lightly. The older man beside him, his mentor Peter Jackson, had already given him various informations about this case.

"I see... Then I'll do my best."

With that, Arthur got up from his leather chair and began to walk towards the entrance door of the police station.

"Say hi to Eva for me," asked Peter while waving goodbye towards his pupil.

"I will," smiled softly Arthur now walking outside of the police station and making way towards his home.

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"I'm home," voiced Arthur once he had walked inside his house.

"Welcome back. How was work today?" a sweet and caring voice welcomed him with open arms and his stiffened body began to relax. A young woman in her 26s with beautifully long blonde hair and baby blue eyes reached her hand to cares lovingly Arthur on the cheek.

"It's better now with you," smiled Arthur and gave her a small but caring kiss on her lips.

His wife, Eva Morrison, was one of the most precious things in his life. She was a beautiful detail that gave harmony into his dark and cruel life as a police officer.

"You must be tired. Should I make you a warm cup of tea?"

"Ah, that would be wonderful."

Eva left to prepare some tea for both of them to drink as Arthur walked towards his home office desk. There, he placed all the needed documents and began to analyze every little detail about Andy Jones's death.

"Is that a new murder case?" questioned Eva now placing two cups of hot tea on the small table beside Arthur's desk.

"More like a victim case. Due to little to nothing informations we have about the murderer, we can only try and re-examine the files of the victims in order to find more clues about their murderer," explained Arthur showing the documents to his wife.

"I see... That must be a very hard case then since you can usually identify the murderer by the way they kill their victims."

"You caught on quick."

"What can I do? My husband is a police man after all," giggled Eva now walking away as Arthur continued to gaze at her distant form. He couldn't do anything but think of how cute she was.

"Better get started...," murmured Arthur stretching up his hands a little bit, "This is going to be a long night."

And just like that, Arthur began his investigation. The small white lamb washing the documents with the needed light, the smell of the hot cup of green tea and the ticking of the clock which hanged from the wall. Arthur was in complete concentration.

After three hours of hard work, Arthur rested his head on the palm of his hands while letting out a tired sigh. His blue-green eyes being sightly red from the exhaustion and in addition, a headache couldn't let his mind stay at ease.

"Ah... This is harder than I thought..."

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"Good morning officer Richards."