Combatting Love

Chapter 2-Testing Skills

Ryan's POV

Day 2: of Agent Scott. It seemed as if my best friends were counting her days. Today was an important day. There was going to be scene inspection for the new case I had been assigned. Amara would be coming with me, as it was her first case, along with a few policemen. Any new clues, or materials resurfaced would be a great help. All I know was that the widow of a multimillionaire husband had been accused of murder. She was the only one who seemed to benefit from the murder. Still, the suspects were Nick the cook, Mark the butler, and Lisa- the wife. The apartment was in one of New York's finest buildings. No fingerprints had been found on the weapon.
So, how would I solve the case? Amara and I reached the crime scene. It was a beautiful place, except for the dead body with blood splattered everywhere. I thought Amara would be disgusted at the sight of blood, but she was tough. Immediately, she went over to the wife. Women, I tell you. I couldn't find any clues, and when I looked around Amara was missing, along with Lisa. I became frantic, when Amara came out with the butler, handcuffed.
"

Here's your man. Take him boys."
"You haven't seen the last of me," he said while relentlessly trying to free himself.
"Wait, what? How did you know it was him?"
"Well, I started talking to the wife. She told me that she had been finding these strange notes in her home prior to the murder. Forgot about them when they took her statement, since she was in shock and grieving. So, I asked to see the notes. The notes all read the same thing (The clues are where you find the notes.) The first was found in the master bedroom, the second in the art room, the third in the restroom, and the fourth in the kitchen. I checked the rooms, and nothing was found. Then, it hit me. This guy was a fan of Sherlock Holmes. M-master bedroom A-art room R-restroom K-kitchen. The first letter of each room, it all spells Mark. When I confronted the butler, he tried to run, so I knew he was our man. Apparently he had a flame for her when they were in college. Out of sympathy she hired him. Sad how you think a person is, and their reality is just a whole other thing."

Her hazel eyes filled with a blue. It seemed as if she was going to break down. Then, she silently walked out of the home, and said, "I'll be in the car."
As she exited, I said, "Well boys, our job here is done. Let's go." I didn't forget to say, "Sorry for your loss ma'am. And for the trouble we put you through."

Even though the case was solved, I was still perturbed. About Amara. From what I knew she was a jovial person. So, what could be so haunting in her past? Yet, I decided not to ask her. It did not seem like she wanted to talk. So I brushed away the topic.

Over the next few months, Amara and I grew closer. We became good friends, and would grab coffee nearly every day, no matter how busy we were. We had solved ten cases in six months. And it was all thanks to Amara. She was so good in what she did. I had never seen such an intelligent woman before. She was a beauty with brains. It was near the holiday's. Which meant only one thing. The annual Holiday party. Which meant rumor spreading cousins, cheek pinching adults, and sloppy children.
I was not looking forward to this at all.