New York - A City of Crime

The parents

2:04 pm

"Ok, I have all of the documents that I could find about Stella Blakely right here" Stacey threw around 8 document files onto her desk.

"I have her parents' documents, those of her brother, those of herself and those of her fiancé."

"Does she have any criminal records?" Daniel took the document file with her picture and scrolled through the lose pages.

"Apparently not, because she is an executive herself" with that, Stacey took the documents from Daniel, pulled out one sheet and laid it on the desk.
It showed a picture of a certificate for passing the third semester and not being thrown off the police school. The text beneath the picture said: 'Miss Blakely has passed all the tests with bravery. She did not attract attention for bad behavior.'

"Wow, not even i did get a grade that good", Selma laughed at her own silliness.

Everyone giggled.

"Well, how about we call the parents, brother and fiancé and tell them to come here?" James was already holding the telephone receiver and about to type a phone number.

"Ok, go on. But you will tell them what happened.", Stacey said while staring at him.

"No Problem", he answered while typing in the first few numbers.

"In a nice way", she interrupted his typing.

He stumbled before saying: "Uh... you better do it" and held out the receiver to Stacey.

"Heh. Works every time", she Triumphantly whispered to herself and grinned and took the receiver. She the continued typing the number.

"Hello? Is there Mr. Blakely?" She asked as someone picked up.

2:57 pm

"Thank you for coming over so quickly.", Stacey said while taking a seat on the sofa in the comfy-room.

"We assume that you have found our daughter or else you wouldn't have called us over for such a shortcut.", mr Blakely took a sip from his coffee he got from Selma.

"Uhm... yes, we have. It's just a little bit difficult to explain. She has been found in an alley way, shot in her leg and chest.", Stacey explained with a soothing tone in her voice.

"Our little girl...dead?" Mrs Blakely's Voice was shaking. A tear trailed down her cheek.

"Yes. I know, that this is a great loss and I am very sorry about this. My colleagues and I suspect, that she has been murdered. And to find the perpetrator of the crime we need your help. So, did she behave differently in the past few days?" Stacey sat up straight and rested her hands in her lap.

"Well...you know, officer, we haven't seen her in weeks. She ran away from home and just called from her cellphone once a week to reassure us that she is fine. She should have called tomorrow. She always called on Saturdays." Mrs Blakely was still fighting with her tears, but managed to control her voice.

"Didn't you ever consider in tracking her phone?", Stacey asked tilting her head in confusion.

"We tried, but... she turned off the tracking-System on her iPhone. So... couldn't.", mr Blakey explained. "But no, she didn't act suspiciously the past few days. She talked like she always did in her last few calls."

"Why did she leave?"

"Well... she told us that she wanted to break up her academic studies. Becoming a police officer was her childhood dream, but she just threw the chance away. We were of course very angry, because she was really good at this job. You must Have seen the certificates. So we were angry, she got angry, because she wanted to take her life in her own hands and that's all. She then said, that she never wanted to see us again." Mr Blakely said. Stacey nodded in response.

"Then why did she quit? I don't think she left because she wanted to be a bartender." Stacey looked even more confused than before.

"She worked as a bartender?!", Mr Blakely sneered angrily.

"Yes she did. But that is unimportant now. Why did she-"

"I can't believe it. And now you tell me that she was also a Prostitute.", Mr Blakely interrupted Stacey, got up from the sofa and started walking around the room.

"Mr Blakely please sit down again. I want to help you." Stacey tried getting him to calm down. But it didn't work.

"She could have done so much with her life. And then she worked as a bartender!" Now Stacey had enough. She got up, grabbed him by the shoulders and sat him back down on the sofa across her own seat.

"I know you are upset and I know everything goes so quick, but if you want me to do justice to the murderer of your daughter then you have to stay calm and tell me what I need. Now. Why did she quit the Police academy?", Stacey said in a calm voice. And it actually worked. Mr Blakely did calm down.

"To be honest, we don't know", began Mr Blakely.
"She just said, that some things can be very traumatizing when you are an officer. That is all she told us.", continued Mrs Blakely.