The Detective of the Dead

Back to Work

  Meanwhile in the office. 

 "Why did you break your cover, Alistair!" dad scolded. 

"Did you know that the murderers of your family may know you and kill the last of Maxwell? It is hard to fix your papers of your undercover program." 

 "Dad, I know that I'm not the last of my family. And I don't totally break my cover." I explained. 

 Dad approached me and hold me in my shoulders. He became tear eyed."I may not your true father but I am worried about you." 

 He said calmly. I don't respond. 

 "What is your new undercover name so we can make you new documents?" 

 "I want to be Mavis Quincy, twin brother of Melisse. Let's say Melisse is married in the Pumpernickel City." 

 "Know, continue the 'Dunstan Operation' so we can capture the most wanted people as undercover." 

 "Yes, sir!" 

 "Dispatch." 

 "Thank you, dad. I am grateful to you." 

He just smiled at me and tapped my shoulders.

 I went to the comfort room. I wash my face to lessen my stress. When I look at the mirror, I saw Dunstan, the dead inspector came to me like a smoke formed into a human shape. 

 "Dunstan!" I cried. Then I cover my mouth. 

 "Continue the mission?" he asked. 

 "Yes, but one more thing." I whispered.A police officer came in. 

"Talking to yourself, huh?" 

 "Technically, I'm not. I am just singing" 

 "Are you a the new kid here?" 

 "Yup." 

 "You look like Melisse Quincy. What is your relation between you and Melisse Quincy?" 

 "Mavis Quincy, her twin brother. She was married at Pumpernickel City. I have no job there so I came here as a substitute." 

 "Oh, she's married? She's a beautiful woman but a boyish and smart junior detective. No wonder your twin sister was married first." 

 "Yeah, she is." 

 "By the way I am William Peyton." 

 We shake our hands. "Nice meeting you. "

"You too."Then I leave the comfort room. 

I secretly rubbed my right hand on my coat. 

 I greeted Penelope but she snobbed me. I was saddened.I went to Veronica's table. 

 "Hello, gorgeous, what can I help you?" she said in seductive tone. 

 I Invited her to do something with me after work. We will go to the prison to talk to Mrs. Claravall. 

We rode in a cab. 

 "Are you sure with this?" 

 "Yes, of course, I brought with me a big rose quartz crystal." 

 "Why rose crystal?" 

 "To influence without controlling her will. This crystal is for love, happiness, and friendship. It also heals emotionally." 

 "It's our stone too." 

 Our faces are blushing when she said those words. Save by the bell, we arrived at the venue. The awkward scene was lessen. 

 "A-alright, let's get out." 

 Few minutes later, we are in a room with a table and tree chairs. Veronica and I were sitting on two of three chairs. While we are waiting for Mrs. Claravall, I felt the psychic imprints of the past here. This room was used as an interrogation room. I felt that I am a suspect because some people who sit here was a suspect. I had weird feelings like this because of my intuition. It was called empathy.Mrs. Claravall arrived with hand cuffs and two policemen. I noticed that widow was angry at me because of her face. I was intimidated but I know what to do. 

 "What do you want from me?" she said as she sat on the third chair infront of us. 

"I know that you have young three children. One boy and two girls." 

I took out the pictures of her children and put it on the desk.Her enraged face become astonished when she saw it, her eyes filled with little drop tears and grabbed it. 

 "Please don't killed them. I will do what you want just leave them alone!"