Heart Thief

Detective

   This guy was good and the detective had to give him that. No fingerprint, no flesh under the victim finger naiks that wasn't hers. He looked around the area for anything. This guy had to slip up somewhere and left some kind of clue,  because there is no thing such as the prefect murder.  That was the first lesson in the academy, everyone leaves something behind, but this is not the acaemy there was no time fir mistakes and if you mess up you can't redo it the next day. This is really life not some made up murder to help you train.

     The detective walked though the forest trying to find a clue about what happened. He was around six miles from the crime scene when he found what he thinks are her shoes. He put them in a evidence bag and took it to one of the trucks. As he walk though the forest he couldn't shake the feeling he was being whatched. When he got to the car he opened the door only to be drenched in a thick red substance.

     Police officers surround the detective. Helping him up was harder then it sounded, trying not to slip youself and helping someone out of it took sometime. Once the detective was up on his feet the police checked the other cars only to fine the same thing.

      They bagged some of the substance up to take back to the lab. The detective called a taxi because his car was now evidence. As he wait for the taxi, on the curb, a girl sat next to him.

      The women is probably around her mid twenties and had red curly hair. She looked at the detective and smiled and he found himself smiling back. He hadn't smiled in years, he had no reason to.

       "My name is Joyce,  by the way," she interest him. Why talk to him, a loner, he had no friends no even in elementary school. He read about murders and novels for adults while his classmates read why 'the cat plays' or some crap like that.

        Its not like he hated his classmates, he envied them. No controling parents, who did not accept stupidity or anything. The detective had never got below a 90 percent in his life.

         "Are you going to tell me your name or am I going to have to guess?" He turned his attention back to the girl, Joyce, He forgot about her. "You look like a John with the dark drown hair,  but you also look like a Robert too. "

  "My name is Daniel Barnes," His voice was calm and emotionless. She wanted to get inside his head, she wanted to know what he was thinking. He seemed so closed off and she wanted to know why. He seemed to wake something in her, she wanted to know what and why.

     "so what brings to this small crappie town, Daniel Barnes?" Daniel looked at her with curiosity,  he had never heard a women curse in all his life till now. His mother was a very clean religious women, who would hit him so just saying whatever to her.

     "A murder and a murderer," he said. A simple answer,  he was good at thoughs and it made no one mad at him. He answered the questions without pissing people off, that is what he was good at.

     "That sounds interesting." To say he was shocked was an understament. He had never met a person who thought murder was interesting liked he did. "Do you have suspect?" He look back at her, she did look interested.

     "No." Again without emotions, what happen to this guy. He seemed more inerested in whatever he was thinking then what was going on around him. She had a question multiple times before he answered it anx when he did it was aways simple. She bet the apocalypse could happen and it would be over before he even know what happen.

     The taxi took that moment to show up, and Daniel couldn't be happier.  It was weird to talk to someone,  and have a conversation. He wasn't use to it. When he had a 'conversation' with his parents it always with them telling him he can do better and he didn't say anything to them during these conversations.

      He looked down at his clothes, the red substance was still see able but barely noticeable. He would have to throw away his clothes because it looked like the red wasn't coming out

      She didn't move until the taxi was out of sight. When she final got up she went to apartment. She check her phone for any miss calls or messages, but only to find none. What did she suspect form her father, he hadn't talk to her in years and she lived with him for most of the time. He was always busy never calling her or telling her happy birthday. That was her mother's job,  but when mom died ever party, ever celebration stopped. Her dad probably didn't even know she left.

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There is the second chapter, I hope you like it