theshipper101's Random One Shots and Short Stories

Writing Prompt

"Detective," Larson said. "This is Liam Franklin, aka Detective K."

Carlson's eyes widened. "Not the Detective K!"

Larson nodded. "The same."

"You're telling me the best solo detective in the state is just a kid?"

Larson nodded. "Ever wondered what the K stands for?"

Carlson blinked.

"You know I can hear you," Liam said, examining the body. It was true. Liam was by far the best detective in the state, even maybe in the top ten list for the best in the country. "He got run over."

"Well we figured that out," Carlson said, crossing his arms. He didn't like getting lectured by a kid.

"Looks like it was pretty heavy, more than your average truck. Anyone catch the license plate?"

Carson shook his head. "No one was at the scene of the crime. No witnesses. Well, we are kind of in the middle of nowhere."

Liam stood up and followed the tracks. "He went east. Looked like he was going pretty fast." Something caught his eye. He picked it up. "What was this guy after?"

"Drugs," Carlson said.

Liam held up the bullet. "Does this look like drugs to you? This bullet is specially made. Looks like it could do maximum damage the way it's shaped. Big, but not too heavy. I'm guessing this wasn't the only one either. He may have been trafficking drugs, but I have a feeling it's much bigger than that." He stuck the bullet in his pocket. "I'll study it later."

"You'll study it?" Carlson asked. "You know, I think my people would be much better suited..."

"No, it's fine," Liam said. "I've got this."

Carlson glared at the kid. Man, he was getting on his nerves!

They continued to follow the tracks. They found the car tracks stopped for a little bit outside an old house. They had lost the trail a few times, but they always got back on track. Liam walked up to the house without a second thought. He was used to all this. He tried the door, but it was locked. He looked for an open window, but couldn't find one.

"Hey Carlson," Liam said. "Do you think you can open one of those windows for me? I promise I'll open the door for you."

"What if you get hurt?" Carlson asked.

"Don't worry," Liam said. "I won't."

They broke a window and made sure all the glass was out before Liam crawled through. He didn't even hit the frame. He'd always been small, but this was the only time he enjoyed it. He went in feet first through and landed safely. He took out his flashlight and shined it around the room.

The first thing the light fell on was the blood. Liam forgot all about the policemen outside and went to investigate. He was used to working alone anyway.

He found the source of the blood. There were two people, a man and a woman, holding hands. They had both been stabbed with a hunting knife three times. They were married based on their rings. Mid-thirties. Liam followed the blood trail. They had been dragged for ten feet, leaving a long streak of red across the floor. He saw several pictures of the two together with a boy about his age in their arms for most of them. He guessed this was their house and there son was here somewhere.

He searched the whole floor, finding signs of a break in everywhere. Blood, bullets, mud on the ground. They were very sloppy about the whole thing really.

As he made his way upstairs, Liam heard sobbing. Curious, he opened the door of one of the rooms. The boy he saw in the pictures was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He had got the gag off his mouth, but his wrists and ankles were still secure. Liam stepped in to help him, not saying a word. The boy continued to sob. When the ropes were untied, Liam helped the boy up. He collapsed into Liam from exhaustion and grief. Liam tried to think of some soothing words to help the boy, but he wasn't too good at this thing. It was just better if he kept his mouth closed.