!TW! Death/ suicide.
John woke up and got ready for work, he ate breakfast, got washed, got dressed, and walked max before getting in his car and driving to work.
When he got there he went in his office and replied to various emails or messages, then he got curious...he remembered about the hitman on the loose, and decided to go on Google and see if he could find something more about this mysterious individual.
He found a couple of news articles, nothing much though, only some basic knowledge, like his estimated body count, what state he was in, nothing too useful.
John sighed.
He hoped to find more, a photo, a name, anything that could be useful, but the only names he found were nicknames, like the one the police gave him, such a weird situation...how was he so good st hiding from the police and the detectives? John closed his browser, he thought for a bit before he was told to go with some other cops on a new crime scene.
He wonder what happened this time...
He got in the car with Noah, when they reached the crime scene there were already a a few people, some talking with distraught expressions, some crying, there were even s kid, too young to understand what was going on.
They parked the car and made their way into the apartment, only to find a woman, probably in her early 30s, on the ground with a rope tied tightly around her neck.
The other cops immediately suspect that it may be a suicide.
They started inspecting the crime scene, and so did John, when suddenly he found a little red note with a smiley face drew on it.
He immediately reported it to his superior, which immediately recognised the note.
It wasn't a suicide, it was an homicide, a homicide by the hand of the mysterious hitman... Why kill her with a rope instead of a gun or knife? That would have been more efficient.
John kept poundering this question, but couldn't find an answer.
They got the body in a bag and brought it to the closest morgue, while the cleaning squad cleaned the apartment.
Two deaths in a week... It was a fast pace, that was for sure. Once they were back at the station John went to his boss, William. He knocked on the door.
From inside a voice could be heard
«come in.»
John opened the door and closed it behind him, he walked up to William, who was sitting at his desk.
«well, what's the matter?»
William asked.
«you see sir..I'm aware that I'm just a newbie, but I wanted to ask permission to investigate more on the velvet dagger situation.»
John said.
William looked at him for a moment, trying to understand if he was serious, when he noticed that John was being 100% serious he cleared his voice with a slight cough and he sat back on the chair.
«well..don't you think that's a bit too much for you? You got here barely a week ago. We already have some more experienced policemen working on it...»
Before he could continue he got interrupted by John.
«yes, I know..but.. well, four hands is better than two right? I could still offer some help...this situation is really intriguing, I wanna know more, and I wanna help.»
William thought of it for a moment before allowing John to work on the case.
John was excited but he forced himself to act professionally.
William brought him in the room where they investigated on various crimes, he got introduced to who war working on the velvet dagger situation.
He was nervous to work with more experienced cops, but he took it as an opportunity to learn.
William left and one of the cops, Dennis, started to inform him about what they currently knew.
Hours later, John's shift ended, so he decided to go have a drink, he went to the same bar he went the other day with marshal.
He looked up at the sign,
"Eleven"
He walked in and went to sit at the counter before ordering a simple beer.
When the bartender brought him the beer, John realised that it was the same guy as yesterday, same blonde hair, same blue eyes and same sugarcoating smile.
Which wasn't unusual for a bartender. They smile to be polite, not much else.
He slipped on his beer as he watches the guy walk away to another table to take orders, he want the only bartender in the bar, but he was the one who stood out the most for john.
Why? He wasn't sure, maybe his light coloured hair and eyes, maybe the way he moved around.
Who could tell? When John realised he was starting he quickly turned his focus to something else as he drank his beer.
He finished his beer and he ordered a new one, the guy came back with another glass of beer
«careful officer, we sure don't want you to get drunk on the job now, do we?»
The guy commented with a slight grin before putting the glass of beer on the table and walking away, that was when John realised he was still wearing his uniform, he came from work after all, thw guy probably thought he was still working, but who could blame him?
John sipped his beer and took a look around the bar, it was a nice atmosphere after all, nothing too old looking or too modern.
He finished his second beer and got up to leave, but first he wanted to know something... Walked towards the guy and asked him
«hey there, sorry to bother, my name's John, I just wanted to ask, what's your name?»
The guy was a bit surprised at first but quickly regained his composture and smiled slightly before answering
«my name's Izan, nice to meet you.»
John nodded and said bye to Izan before walking out of the bar and made his way home.
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a Crimson connection (Discontinued!)
Mystery / Thrillerthis is a 'little' story I'm trying to write, I think I'll post it here so I can get some feedback on how it's coming together. The story is about a hitman, (or killer, not sure yet, might change it later) and a policeman, getting to know eachother...
