The Kirkland Antique Shop

Chapter 1

Célian took out multiple manila colored folders from his messenger bag and placed it on the table.

"These are the suspects my team and I gathered from the current case."

He opened the first folder and passed a picture of a girl with dark blonde hair and soft brown eyes.

"Her name is Léa Rosalie Tremblay, Birthday: May 17, 2001, Height: 5'4, Weight: 124 lbs, Age: 15, A clean record. Her relations with the shop is her abundance of visits to the shop."

He stopped to slip the photo back into the folder, and look up at his advisor. "Thoughts?"

"Hmm, still a minor, and you don't need to tell me such superfluous information." She drummed her fingers on the table, her brows furrowed intently thinking "May I see the picture again?"

"Uh, yes." He opened the folder and handed her photo.

Emma studied the photo, the face seemed familiar, but she could remember who. "I doubt she would do such a thing,"

"How would you know?" Célian asking, doubting whatever his advisor just uttered.

"I knew her when I was younger, she was extremely friendly and approachable." She crossly folded her arms.

"So? What if she's changed?"

Emmanuelle rolled her eyes "Fine, nine am, sharp, here. We're going to her house on Wednesday. Now, who are the other suspects?" She gave the photo back to the young constable.

"Next," He put the photo back into the folder and picked up another folder "Jean Tremblay, they say he buys, like half the store every time he visits." He looked up at her, and furrowed his brows "Tremblay...do you think they're related?" He asked

"They are. I think they're cousins or siblings. I don't remember, I hardly keep track of my family tree,"

"Your family tree?" Célian asked, emphasizing the 'your'

"It's a long story, don't ask,"

"...Okay," He made a mental note to ask her later.

The head detective of Paris picked up the folder and skimmed through it. "We'll have Maisa's team visit his place, next?"

He opened another folder and flipped out another picture "Logan Simcoe, lingers around and in the store, the neighboring store owners say it's gotten out of hand,"

"Well, that's definitely suspicious. We'll pay him a visit on Wednesday." She hurriedly noted it on her agenda.

"And the last one. Her name is Olivia Kirkland, she's the current owner of the shop. I highly doubt she'd murder someone," He studied the photo, his eyes lingered on the photo.

Emmanuelle took note of that, and smiled, "You think she's pretty, don't you?"

His face reddened and looked away "Uh, y-yes." He covered his face with his hands.

She took the picture of the pretty blonde woman away from hands "I agree with you on your last comment, she is pretty, but do not judge someone by their cover. You probably heard that growing up,"

"I did, and I still hear it these days as well,"

"Well, that's good, I suppose." She stretched and placed her belongings in her bag.

"I'm going home and you should as well, you have a dog to get back to."

She placed her jacket in the crook of her arm and started walking home before hollering, "I don't want to see you asleep in your office with a book. We have to go Lancashire tomorrow!"

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