Lucy Black Series

Book 1 - Chapter 2

Okay so I really want this book to be a good one if you read this book please give me opinions pretty please. Okay enjoy and read XD.

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Chapter 2 - My Client

I pulled my car up to the police station wondering who my next client was what was my next mystery? Who was it that died? They they get killed by the same person Danny did?

Yes I still looked or the person who killed my Danny. I wanted to find the sick twisted individual. Who killed an Innocent 8 year old. I wanted them to rot behind bars where they belong. I wanted them to beg for forgiveness to Danny's parents. I wanted them to know the pain they caused Danny's friends and family pain, but most of all I wanted to be the one to catch them out.

The gravel was nicely tarmacked here unlike outside my house. The police station people avoided for there was only bad news if you go in there. With all these deaths. I looked down at my the clash converse. Avoiding anything I could step on. I kept my head down letting my blond hair cover my face. I hated death but I was a detective and I help solve to most people the INsolvable. I was the best detective in my area actually the best detective known about from towns and towns over. I walked up the step to the doors and opened them up to be greeted by my partner.

"Hello Miss.Black I'm sorry we had to call you again after you just finishing your last job but we believe to have had a suicide but I want you to check it out figure out why the person would do it." I looked up at Kela.

She was beautiful with black hair, which was tied up in a ballerina bun, and hazel eyes that would drag you right into them. Then her words went to my ears. Suicide. That wasn't a shock this town was so dreary most people were depressed and wanted the pain to go away. All they did was so creative every day going from one pain to the other I guess. Most bodies usually had fresh cut marks on there wrists or healed ones. Actually it surprised me who were the ones who committed suicide. They had so much talents and potential.

I wonder what poor family and friends who had to endure the pain.

"Kela who is my new client?" She gulped afraid to answer that was always a bad sign. She answered "You'll see when you get there Miss.Black". My body stiffened. She usually tells me right away something is wrong. Panic started me have I lost someone else. But I know my friends they wouldn't do that something is not right.

"Okay Kela. I shall go but I don't think I'll be happy with what I see." She gulped and nodded her head. We walked out to my baby. Yes Loved my car. She got in the drivers side obviously not wanting to tell me where to drive instead doing it herself. We drove into the forest outside of town great a new creative way of suicide I guessed.

As I entered the forest police were everywhere scouting. Looking about probably for clues. Too bad none of them looked like they had a clue what went on. I knew instantly. A creative suicide or murder. The trees were luscious and green around me everything looked beautiful then I smelt it before I saw the trial blood. I hated the stench it gave but it made a trail. Obviously to where the suicide happened. I looked at the blood following it but really not wanting to know who the blood belonged to and what happened.

I knew it was the end I forced myself to meet the limp body hanging from the tree. No. No. It isn't her she isn't dead she wouldn't do this. Kela grabbed my arm I chocked out the word quietly "No". Kela looked at me curiously. I raised my voice in hysterics. "NO. NOT HER. SHE ISN'T LIKE THIS SHE WAS MURDERED. NO SHE ISN'T DEAD SHE CAN'T BE DEAD. MY BEST FRIEND CAN'T BE DEAD SHE WAS THE ONLY OTHER ONE THERE THAT DAY WHEN DANNY DIED. SHE WAS THERE SHE UNDERSTOOD NO SHE ISN'T GONE." Kela grabbed my arm soothing it rubbing it trying to calm me down she whispered "Sh honey she is gone I'm sorry it was a suicide as far as we know." I snapped my arm out of her grip and yelled at her face "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU".

I sprinted off in hysterics. No Jessie couldn't leave she couldn't. She wouldn't she wouldn't die on me. My feet pounded against the ground my heart raced I ran to me and Jessie's child hood spot. I needed to think I needed to breath. She just couldn't do it she ain't like that no. Tear swelled my eyes blurring my vision. I still ran I got at our spot ad collapsed into the ground crying. I dug my hands into the grass ripping it apart. I lost Jessie my best friend. Now she was my dead client and I had to figure out what happened. I know for a fact it wasn't a suicide her body flashed in my mind. Her stomach red with stabbing marks. Her neck hung by rope from a tree. It was her favourite tree. She wouldn't choose to die especially not like this.