The Special Agents

Brecken Cunningham

"Good.. hello, Kirst."

"Esther?"

"I woke up five minutes ago, okay. Why are you still awake? We have work tomorrow."

"It's only 12? I got home from a bar like thirty minutes ago."

"Only? Whatever. Murder at this guy's house? I don't have cause of death, and I don't really know the address I'll text you. I won't be there until the morning."

"Goodnight, Esther."

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I walk into the kitchen from my room to see Avi and Kevin grabbing some food. Everyone decided to go out to drink last night, Scott's idea. None of us got drunk, exactly, considering we didn't want a hangover for work tomorrow. We hadn't been out in a while and figured "why the heck not".

"You guys thought you were going to sleep?"

"Oh come on," Kevin complains, downing the rest of his PB&J.

"I have the address, but that's it. It's a murder."

"Exciting, Avi comments. "I can drive?"

"Sure. Esther apparently sent the address to you, too. The group chat?"

"What group chat?" Kevin says from his room where he's getting ready.

"The one with Kirst, Esther, and I."

"That's unfair."

"Let's see you become the leader of a team," I laugh, getting ready as well.

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Avi, Kevin, and I pull up to the address Avi and I were sent, oblivious to Scott and Mitch's stares as we all get out of the same car.

I guess they don't really know I live with them.

Or that Jeremy and I ever split.

They don't really know anything.

We all walk into this guy's house, police directing us to the body. Mitch and I simultaneously gasp as we see the man's face.

"Kirst isn't this-"

"Brecken?"

"Wait, you know him?" Kevin states.

"Well, not exactly. He was hitting on me at the bar. He was too... I don't know. I just didn't get the right vibe from him, so I ditched him."

"What's the cause of death, Kevin?"

"Well, in case you can't tell, Scott, there is no blood. I have no idea until I perform an autopsy."

"Time of death?"

"Well, you won't like this."

"I won't like what?"

"Uh, approximately 2-4 hours ago?"

"What?"

"He died right after you met him, Kirst," Mitch says softly.

"What the hell?"

After finding all the evidence we possible can, everyone heads back to the building. Scott, Mitch, Avi, and I search extensively for family, and we come up with none.

How can this guy have no family?

"No family, no past, it's almost like this guy didn't exist until he got out of college and was living a life of his own," Mitch complains.

"Well, all we can do is find who murdered him, then," Avi says.

"We have no background on him. He doesn't even have friends. This will be impossible."