As inspector Max Mills strolled into the dark room he saw the most vile thing he had seen in all his detective history. Walls were drenched in fresh blood and a heart pinned against the black worn door there was a brown wooden chair in the middle of the room and on it sat a man wearing a grey sack over his head and on the sack was blood lots and lots of blood,"fucking hell" exclaimed max as he saw the disgusting sight. The rest of the police walked in after him each one of them said "oh shit" Max was the only one brave enough to pull back the sack, the victim of this crime was Maxs bestfriend Johnny better known as Irish or "the lucky motherfucker" as he always "WON" at poker. A tear dropped from Max's right eye he let it dribble down his cheek and tickle his face, Max walked out the room not touching the case at all the chief of police protested for him to come back but he didn't listen. Max walked down the dark dusty road as he was wallking a robber held up a knife to his throat "take another step and i slit your fucking throat open". Max hit the mans wrist causing him to drop the knife as soon as he done that ,he punched the guys face as hard as he could this made him fall over whilst he was recovering Max stabbed him with his own knife. Max barely noticed the man behind him he ran straight home after that and locked himself in his own room and sat on his bed. Thinking about Irish after 7 hours of sleep Max's alarm clock sounded. However max did not sleep that night he was waiting for a call from the police to tell him to come down to the case, but Max didn't want to see Irish's dead body Max didn't want to see anyone at that moment but he had to so he went to the case.
