Iris Pierce is Detective Howard Parker's assistant and being a detective's assistant means being thrust into a world of death and blood. Not to mention the fact that Iris is a psychic who can see the ghosts of the people who's death she is helping s...
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'The man is a liar and a good one at that. But I just know he's guilty.' Mister Parker said as he poured himself a cup of brandy. He had visited the Hutchinson's yesterday and spoken to them about how it had come to his attention that Mrs Hutchinson's life was in danger. Of course Mr Hutchinson said it was just her paranoia but Mister Parker had other ideas. 'He said his wife was delusional but she seemed pretty sure that he was trying to kill her,' he continued from the living room. 'Please, sir, try and calm down,' I said as I sat down next to him. I had brought with me the china tea set from the kitchen and was pouring warm tea into it. 'Im sure he's guilty but I don't know how. But that's going to be found out today,' Mister Parker leaped from the couch almost making me drop my tea, 'today the police and I are going to do a detailed search of the Hutchinson's house.'
Howard Parker stared out of the window facing the street as if he was watching for someone. 'We should probably get going now actually. Get your coat Miss Pierce,' 'But what about your tea sir? It's going to get cold!' 'No time.'
Reluctantly, I followed Mister Parker outside as he called for a taxi. I hated it when good tea was left out to get cold. It seemed to happen a lot more often now after the South Alverton Drifter case. The South Alverton Drifter case was a famous case of when a body washed up on the beach of South Alverton with several stab wounds on his back. Mister Parker was the one that solved it along with another detective Robert Hampton. Mister Parker gained lots of popularity because of that case and ever since then we'd had more clients in a week than we had had in a month. Of course some of these were domestic cases but many of them were of national importance-or so Mister Parker says.
Sometimes we're too busy. Mister Parker and Mister Hampton split the cases and take each of them separately. As a result of that I had rarely seen Robert Hampton.
It's not like I wasn't busy either. In the mornings I'd come in and take note of all clients who had called, set up a nice little schedule for the detectives to follow and also cook breakfast and make sure that there was tea on the table. Because of all the cases we were offered and the limited time we had, we had to reject some of them and Mister Parker didn't like to do that.
Even with Mister Robert Hampton taking on half of them there were just too many cases. Fatigue was another downside to being so well known. Recently neither one of the detectives had had time to eat or sleep enough. Mr. Hampton had to plunge into a river to catch a criminal who had stolen a sixty diamond necklace and thus caught a cold. Mr. Parker once stayed up all night turning over each piece of information he had found about a case in his head and so fell asleep during a client meeting the very next day. To make sure he didn't overwork himself I accompanied him almost everywhere.
After Mr. Parker paid the fare, we walked up to the Hutchinson's house. I say house but it looked more like a miniature palace. It's roof was high and triangular covered in grey ceramic tiles. A roof terrace and perfectly square windows let light into the rooms. The house was almost symmetrical. Around the house was a tranquil garden, obviously well maintained. Quite the opposite of Mister Parker's back garden which was over grown with plants and rogue vines.
