The day of love became that of blood, when the hands promising life gifted poison.
Officer Michael Fraser is on her first case. Having minimum clues, weird suspects, and an annoying new officer hindering her work, solving the case isn't easy.
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Nicholas Jacobine was dutifully doing his work. Well it was more like fearfully but whatever.
He had one task in the morning, check the cctv and of course he made a blunder.
It was not until before lunch when he finally got hold of the tapes. It turned out to be really important.
Michael was enraged. You do not want to see Michael enraged. It's immediate fight or flight response.
She wasn't really cruel, he knew, but she knew how to keep everyone working.
After the morning's dissapointment, it was a miracle he got another important task- get the lab report.
He had went to take it as soon as it was ready and had read it again and again.
Despite the efforts, he wasn't ready when Michael stormed in, not in a very good mood.
He tensed. Michael stood in front of him for a few minutes, not looking at him, not saying anything.
Finally she sighed. Her voice came level and calm. "Boss was here. He made me late," she said. "The report came?"
"Uh-yes," he dropped the file down and went to pick it up.
"Just tell me what's in it," she said impatiently.
"Uh- she was drugged," he said, remembering what he had learned," it was a prescribed drug, for anxiety. It's not usually fatal in this quantity, but it's fatal with alcohol. The killer sure knew what they were doing."
"Thanks. This could be helpful." With that she hurried away as quickly as she came. A sigh of relief almost escaped him when Michael stopped midway.
"By the way," she said, "sorry for today morning. I was in a bad mood."
He didn't know what to say, "I'm sorry. I went to get it in the morning but-"
"Well I'm sure there was some reason but make sure it doesn't happen again," she sighed." Boss is taking special interest in this case."
Before he could reply she was already walking away.
***
Dean Pinkard was walking around in the expensive neighbourhood. It was not a very good decision as he was in his police uniform.
People looked at him with wide eyes and scrambled out of his way. He at first didn't understand the fuss until he remembered he was in uniform.
He still hadn't wrapped his mind around the fact that he was a police officer.
He knew he was going to become one someday. He had decided it long ago, when he was a kid. He used to see his father go to work everyday and aspired to be like him someday.
He had dreamt it for so long that it didn't feel real.
And now that he was one, he felt... well, pretty much useless.
His first meeting with Michael was the most embarrassing thing ever.
He was grateful she didn't mind it much. Then he blew whatever little dignity he had left. He didn't follow orders. He got sidetracked, then was stalled by Liana.
He later went back to her, determined to get some information but she refused. Straight up refused.
Like, can you refuse to talk to a police officer, is that even legal? He had no idea.
She hadn't refused to talk to the police, she refused to talk to him.
He could have pressed, he should have pressed but he didn't.
She reminded him that he was worthless. Why did he even think of becoming a police officer?
The only reason someone would let him into police would be to give him a 'the worst police officer ' badge and laugh at him.
Oh my god. What if they are actually planning it?
They are planning it, aren't they? They let him in to make fun of him.
He started to panic, little did he notice when he crashed into a small plump old man.
"Ouch," the man said even though he barely bulged. He was scowling at first. His expression changed slowly to one of pleasant surprise as he recognised Dean.
The person grabbed him by the shoulder. Dean was shorter than he'd like, but this person was even shorter, but no doubt strong.
It's after he saw his police uniform when he recognised the man. Steffen William, his senior.
Great. They are commencing their plan.
"So how are you Dean?" He asked enthusiastically. "How is your first day going, uh?" He said as they walked together towards the garden.
"Nice," he lied. "I just, I just needed fresh air."
"Of course you do," he laughed. "I worked with your father you know. He loved taking a stroll just like you."
Dean frowned. He was pretty sure his dad wasn't the strolling in the garden types.
"What did you do today?" He continued with the unwavering enthusiasm.
"Well, I talked to some people, and, and that's it. I talked to people. " he remembered.
"Didn't Michael gave you something to do?" He asked.
"She, she told me to talk to the victim's parents."
"And?"
"That's it."
Steffen scowled and cursed under his breath. He wasn't the jolly old man he was a second ago. Dean thought he heard him say 'that woman' but dismissed the thought.
He was surprised at his change of expression. Before long he was back to his unnaturally energetic self.
He made a mental note to be wary of him.
"Listen. I want you to do something." Steffen said.
Wear a 'worst police officer' badge? He thought warily.
"It's, it's not very official but you need to do it."
It's definitely the badge then.
Dean braced himself. Please don't make me wear a worst police officer badge. What if- oh no- he is firing me. Of course he is. I am going to be fired. I am going to be fired on my first day. I am going to be fired. My life is going to burn down.
"Some people won't like this I guess but it's... necessary."
He was now clenching his fists in anticipation.
Please don't fire me.
"I want you to investigate Jane Weld's murder."
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