The Cracked Portrait

○Police Station○

Corvin met Alastor at the office in the center of the little town. Inside was a carpeted floor that ran from every office down into the hallways where it stopped in the locker rooms that the office building held. This was the central detective center, where Corvin worked. It was overall a nice building but Corvin would rather work in his workshop or in his study in his own home. Oliver was always there to give his opinions on the matter too, which Corvin used to find annoying but now felt like they were somewhat of a help. No matter how much the boy was sometimes wrong about things. He was still learning and Corvin valued that.

Corvin set his things down near the desk and plopped down in his chair. He set his legs up on the desk and put his hand behind his head, and then just stared at Alastor.

Alastor was waiting for an invitation to sit down, he was way too formal, one of the reasons Corvin didn't like him, he found it unnerving how proper this man was.

He rolled his eyes and in a fake tone of endearment said, "Oh, where are my manners, please sit down, and get comfortable, would you also like some tea in this homely office of mine? Oh, wait, I believe we actually only have coffee here...Oh! Maybe a scone to go along with it."

Alastor glared at the man but sat down nonetheless. He sat down and looked around the office. It was a clean office, it had paper scorned across but all in a single area and some books sat in piles but it was nicely decorated. The office held paintings of nice sceneries and held little trinkets on shelves that he only could have collected over the years. Pocket watches, another nice looking clock, a pendulum swing. It looked almost like a professor's office rather than a detective's.

Corvin was staring at him with his dark brown eyes and watching his eyes take in the office. Analyzing him, predicting his next move. He wouldn't trust Alastor with his life outside of the office, wouldn't trust him as a friend, but in a case, Corvin couldn't deny that he was to the textbook and would follow all procedures. He was a trustworthy detective.

Alastor turned his head back to Corvin to only find him staring. And Corvin held too much pride and confidence to turn his back away and stop staring, he narrowed his eyes slightly. Alastor, though, turned his head quickly to avoid making eye contact with the man.

"So," Corvin started, "where do you want to start, partner?"

Alastor breathed in deeply, "Well, I thought we would start with what evidence you have." Alastor held his bag patiently in his lap.

Corvin glanced at Alastor before putting both his feet down on the floor and then pulling out a drawer in his desk and bringing out a singular beige folder filled with maybe three papers in all. He then slapped the folder down in front of Alastor on the desk and then folded his hands together looking at Alastor's expression.

Alastor just stared at the folder that was on the desk before snapping his head up to Corvin, "This is it! All the evidence in this single folder?"

Corvin nodded his head, "Yup," Corvin replied, popping the p.

Alastor took the file from off the desk and flipped through it, "This is hardly anything. All of this is just blood and other information like where the body was found and what knife could have been used."

Corvin nodded his head, "That is entirely the problem. No evidence, it's weird. This person is smarter than normal criminals that we have encountered before."

Alastor nodded his head, "Any fingerprints?"

Corvin shook his head no. No fingerprints were found at the crime scene. Gloves were probably in use, a smart serial killer was on their hands. And Corvin honestly didn't have the mental strain to handle this, he could already feel the headache that was developing deep in his skull. He pressed his thumb and index finger on his nose bridge and rubbed, he looked stressed, "Look, I know there is little information but we're gonna have to figure this out the best that we can, after all, there is a murderer in Primrose Hill and they have got to be found."

Alastor agreed and he started reading each of the papers and getting started on trying to find any possible lead.