We can't look back for nothin'
Take what you need, say your goodbyes
I gave you everything
And it's a beautiful crime
The night was bright and silent. The stars were shining like they never did, the empty streets without a single living person, the beautiful lack of sound... Everything seemed quiet and kinda dead, if the blond guy would have to admit it in a loud voice.
But his company wasn't dead. Not yet.
The detective held the crowbar on his soft hands, studying its texture, weight and size. The couple — an ex-army's doctor and a "consulting detective" — has been looking for that piece of iron for hours, running up and down through the city. The blond met places of London that he never heard about, and now his whole body was complaining, crying out for a bed. He was extremely tired and mad, while his partner was looking like a child in Christmas Eve.
"Is that it? The bloody thing you needed to solve this case?", he asked, imagining how nice it would be if he was sleeping instead of looking for a crime weapon.
"Has the same weight and shape, even though the material isn't the same", a focused detective answered him, while a bright and excited smile raised on his face, "Come on, you have to admit that it's challenging! It was a beautiful, beautiful work."
After a short look at the crowbar, the doctor bowed his head to both sides and sighed. That night wasn't over yet.
