The Fifth Time

~Chapter One~

    The huffing sound of feet hitting the ground was all that Jerald Trevor heard that morning. He was taking his daily jog when he stumbled upon something gruesome. Something horrendous. Something unfathomed by man. There is only one thing that
Jerald had never thought he would see in his twenty four years of living. That is discovering a freshly killed man lying in an alley, during his morning jog. His head was rushing with uncontrollable thoughts. What do I do? Who do I tell? What if someone think I did it? Why can I not move? Why am I so nervous? How do I keep from throwing my guts up? At that very moment, something clicked in Jerald's head. Emerald. Emerald
Gray. Had she not gone to college to be a forensic detective? She would know what to do. Just then he pulled out his phone and called the girl he had not seen in the past five years.
    "Jerry! I thought I'd never hear from you again!" Emerald shouted into the phone. "Why hello, dear. I am afraid I have not called to reunite, but to report a very horrid scene," Jerald trembled, "I was taking my morning jog, per usual, and I had turned the
corner, between Mayfair and Judy and there is a person. I believe it is Mr. Harry Sain. Could you come check this out?" "Oh, sure thing.. Uhh.. I will be over there soon," Emerald sighed.
    Emerald climbed into her brand new Mustang and arrived at the corner of Mayfair street and Judy street. Jerald was sitting on the curb alongside the road whenever she
arrived. He quickly jumped to his feet and jogged to her. Emerald climbed out of her car and met Jerald. "Hey, so where is this 'horrid scene' you speak of?" Emerald caught his
eyes. "Oh.. yeah, that.." Jerald looked away, "it is over here." He walked over to the middle of the alleyway and suddenly stopped in front of a lumped figure on the ground.
Emerald gasped in a huge amount of air, "Oh my." The misshapen figure of a man lie there at their feet, unmoving, not breathing. It was just there. Emerald pulled out a tiny
notepad and jotted down a few notes about the victim.

Height is around five feet eleven inches. Presumably twenty-two years of age. Hazel hair. Five bullet holes to the chest. Twine bracelet on wrist. Wedding ring on left ring finger. Time of death was approximately four hours ago (or so it looks like). Dark
grey jeans, red plaid shirt, black Vans. There seem to be some footprints near his body, perhaps Converse prints.

Emerald closed her notebook and slid it back into the back pocket of her ripped skinny jeans. She looked around to find Jerald standing to her left, looking in awe of her. "How did you just figure all of that out? All you did was look at his body for five minutes and you have already concluded his age, height, and time of death. Please teach me your ways," Jerald exclaimed, waving his hands in the air, in a surrendering motion.
Emerald smirked at him and turned away, "I guess you will have to find out someday, will you not? I will see you around, Jerry Berry." Jerald flushed a shade of crimson and
turned away. "Yeah, yeah. We will just have to see, Emster," he said and jogged off.
    Emerald climbed into the driver's seat of the car and placed the key in the ignition. "Emster," she whispered to herself. He had not called her that since eighth grade. I guess some things never change she thought to herself. She carefully turned the key and shifted the car into drive and made her way back to the station. She opened the door of her office to find a young woman sitting in the seat in front of her desk.