Embark on the journey of Claire Thatcher through many lenses. Solve crimes and fight for justice while learning who this mysterious, arrogant detective is.
Join Benedict Fullilove and Claire on a compelling case of a money-hungry killer. Discover lo...
The next morning, I'm groggily hanging over my computer, the lack of sleep painted on my face as I type recent documents and emails.
"Chief Fullilove?" a voice comes from the doorway of my office. I look up and see none other than my assistant and best friend on our team, Dotty Markson.
"Good morning, Dotty. Please, just call me Benedict. We aren't on such formal terms," I chuckle as I gesture for her to come forward.
"Surprise, Benedict, we've got another case," she grins as she holds up a file. "I've already noted down the 911 call and the location. It's a big one."
I look at the file as she hands it to me and skim over the transmitted call.
"Well, get the team ready, and let's begin," I stand up, strapping my gun and cuffs to my belt along with the car keys.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My team arrived at the scene, just in time. As I stepped out of the car, my seasoned colleagues began to work efficiently. Dotty approached the gruesome sight before us. The victim, a man in his forties, lay sprawled on the cold, tiled floor. His brown, curly hair was matted with dried blood, and his once-vibrant blue eyes stared lifelessly into the void. It was a horrific sight, one that should have become routine after years in this job, yet each new case had its way of shaking my resolve.
The man's face bore the twisted marks of fear, his lips tinged with a dead-like shade of blue. The wounds that marred his body were grotesque, not the clean cuts of a knife but something far more sinister. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was unlike anything I'd encountered before, and it sent a shiver down my spine. It appeared as though this horrifying event had transpired not long ago, but I couldn't be certain. As my team combed the area for evidence, marking it off meticulously, I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief.
Our location was no less unsettling—a decrepit library that time had all but forgotten. The shelves were lined with untouched books, their pages yellowed with age, and layers of dust bore witness to years of neglect. Surprisingly, there were no signs of struggle or disorder in this antiquated sanctuary. The room seemed immaculate except for the chilling pool of blood that marred its pristine appearance.
A member of my team approached, extending a drivers license ID toward me, and my curiosity was piqued.
"The man is identified as Mark Tallimen," the short team member confirmed to me. I nodded in acknowledgment, my mind racing with the implications of the victim's identity. Mark Tallimen, the leader of our board members, was not someone you'd expect to find in such a gruesome situation. The room's atmosphere grew heavy as the realization sank in, a shared shock etched on the faces of everyone present, except for one.
"You said... Mark Tallimen" I asked, turning to the short team member. They nodded their expression with a mix of confusion and concern. "That's the chairman of our board..."
My face darkened as the room's occupants absorbed the revelation. The discovery had cast a pall over the crime scene, making it all the more perplexing.
