Kingsleigh and Wright detective c.o.

What a peculiar man

"Three pieces of glass,

Thirteen broken bones,

and twenty-six missing persons."

"What a great start to a Monday morning."

It's the early hours of the morning, an old worn out 1950s style apartment block and it's parking lot come into view, it's on the side of a derelict main road. The ground is wet and the air is damp, it seems as though it has recently rained as the road shines in what little light is coming from the street. It's dark outside, but the sky is not black but a deep purple, as if a deep ocean squid that lives amongst the clouds fears for its very existence. Only a few lights are on. Yellow street lamps with broken bulbs are the ones that light up this road.

An hour passes and the sky turns a pinker shade as if this squid has now become embarrassed.

An old, battered and well-worn BMW drives into view, it splutters like an old man with a terminal cough.

The tyres are worn down and the brakes creak as the car slows down, one could hear that well-known noise as the car passed, the sound of wet gravel in the morning.

despite the fact that the car is old, it has comfortable seats, the worn out brown leather kind, the type that smells like a child's memories of their grandfather.The man who sits in these seats is not quite as pleasant or pleasing to the eye.

the car pulls in in front of the apartment, the man gets out,

"hmmph,"

the man mutters whilst grumbling to himself,

"must get that engine fixed"

and he then continues to slam the door with such a bravo that one should think he was performing in a Shakespearean play.

He wears a dark grey trench coat and a knitted vertically striped hand made scarf in dark colours. light brownish hair along with pale piercing green eyes. no tie. bow tie, well worn. He was young but not too young old but not old enough, a misfit in his own skin.

He starts to enter the building.

as he steps through the glass door entrance, he nears a receptionist, but even before he reaches them he begins to state with a mildly pompous matter something of great significance.

"Name?

well, yes you were just about to ask me that but don't bother,"

A pause is made as he continues past the surprised receptionist and continues to jump over the barricade and hops into a passing, yet empty lift. He begins again.

"It's Kingsleigh, Felix Kingsleigh,"

then just before the doors finish closing,

"I'm one of the new apprentices!"

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A few moments later yet another young man enters within the receptionist's presence, he has platinum blonde hair and wears a blue bow tie with a large navy overcoat grey jumper and white starched shirt he looks around seeming uncertain disconcerted and-

"ABSOLUTELY DRIPPING WET!!"

exclaims the receptionist, this man, unlike the first to come unto our acquaintance, must've walked here, from what must've been quite a way away as the rain ended half an hour or so ago.

"Errr, yes sorry...."

he glances at the old woman who was previously sitting at the desk but is now hurrying about him in her short black heels, fussing about some...

"nice hot tea and towels so that he may not die of hypothermia"

or something along those lines...

"err, miss..."

"Millers, Mrs Millers," The old woman says whilst still hurting about him mopping the floor with towels, paper and cotton...

"err yes, I'm looking for where the interviews for apprenticeships are being held.."

Mrs Millers seems satisfied with her mopping up of the water that the young fellow has brought in with him unawares and she goes to sit down at her desk.

"oh, that would be right through the barricade and up the lift to the fifth floor."

"oh, thank you then Mrs Millers."

"and you would be?"

"oh, yes, my name's Wright, D.r Alex Wright."

After Wright's left and gone up on the lift Mrs Millers mutters under her breath...

"That poor young M.r Wright, he doesn't seem to have a chance against against the likes of that KIngsleigh fellow, ah well, I wish him luck all the same."

END CHAPTER ONE