•Christopher Grey•

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It was normal for people to feel nervous on their first day. But not me, I had a desire, an anguishing fire in the pit of my stomach. A fire I knew was never going to be put out until I got answers to questions I have been asking for far too long.

Everyone was sipping on their morning coffee, girls leaving red lipstick stains from trying to impress what seemed to be the new homicidal detective. I saw every girl in the department look at me with disgust and hatred. As if they were all saying to back off from the new detective. I didn't have any interest in this new shadow that would be adding to the rest.

Day after day, Murder after murder. You would think it would make most people sick with how much death there is, but lately it's turned into reality for everyone.

I headed to my office. Leaning back from my desk I sighed rubbing my tired temples. Looking at the piles of paper work still left on my desk, a name caught the corner of my eye, Christopher Grey.

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