The Sons

Untitled Part 2

"Did they gifted you with your licence?!" I snapped while closing the door of the car with ten times the force that was needed.

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at the crime scene, which was impossible since the crime scene was at least ten blocks away from the station, but thanks to Alaric's reckless driving we made it no time. Note my sarcasm. He would cut people off and would go past the speed limit, which is ironic since he works for the law. The whole drive her was spend with him making stupid comments of how it was useless to have a partner, the both of us fighting over the radio and him eating those stupid Nerds. I came to the conclusion that he has a stupid obsession with them.

"First don't get violent with my car. And I happen to be an excellent driver by the way." He said with more sass than a diva.

"Drama queen." I mutter under my breath, making my way to the scene.

" What was that?" He asked incredulous jugging up to my side.

"You heard me." I said disparaging, not giving him a second glance.

From what Alaric told me on the way, we were on the Upper East Side, one of the richest neighborhood in New York. There were four police cars and a crowd was forming behind the 'Do Not Cross' yellow tape, people trying to get the scoop of what was going on.

We both pushed our way through them and once we were on the yellow tape, we showed our badges, which Alaric gave me mine on the way, well he actually threw it. There was a woman who was being questioned by one of the patrol officers but I kept walking,making a mental note to remind Alaric about her. At the front door of the apartment complex was a kid, no more than twenty years old with a buzz cut hair, waiting for someone.

"Hey Rick." said the kid."This one is a little weird and...you should just come in and see it for yourself."

Alaric was about to go in and me following him but the kid cleared his throat gaining not only mine but Alaric's attention as well. When he saw that we were listening, he jerked his head towards my direction with a questioning glance. Alaric let out an annoyed sigh.

"Mason this is Emilia Anderson my partner. Emilia this is Mason, the forensic scientist." He said bored and took my hand dragging me in. I sent a smile at Mason, who responded the same way, following us inside.

The interior of the house had high end furniture. We could tell right away that the victim had money. As we went deeper into the house I took a deep breath and the smell of cooper hit me like a ton of bricks, which could only mean one thing...blood. As we made our way to the living room, what I saw left me awestruck.

The body was sprawled out in the middle of the living room, a puncture wound on the side of his neck, his dark brown eyes were wide open, lifeless and cool, and a pool of blood right underneath him, but was not what took me by surprise. What surprised me was the writing on the wall with the victims blood.

"Ready to play Peterson?" I read aloud the writing on the wall confused and somewhat sick. I looked at Alaric and saw him with his jaw clenched watching the wall.

"Who is the victim?" He inquired, tearing his gaze from the wall.

"Um... He's name is Noah Harris. He works at the New York Hospital." Said Mason.

" What was the cause of dead?" I asked taking notes as I could see that Alaric was taking in detail of the scene as was I.

"Well I can't tell you for sure until the autopsy is done, but it appears to be this stab wound to the artery. But I can tell you that the time of death was between 10 and 11 pm." He explained pointing at the wound.