The puppeteer

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The Puppeteer

Part 1

Chapter 1

June 27th 2008. That's when the first killing took place. Around 2-3 am, in central London. I was called out about 6 am to investigate the scene, as the best private detective in the world. I was, next to the forensics team, the first person the local police came to too investigate the scene. Luckily the killer hadn't gone any where and was pacing up and down, hands on head, seemingly confused about the man he just decapitated and decorated the wall with his intestines.

My name is Aodhan Dunican, the worlds best detective. Also at the age of 16, I was, as you could imagine, the youngest in the entire police force in England. I don't really like sharing my backstory, and I don't really find it necessary to bore you with it, only I will say I have had multiple threats and attempts on my life for a lifetime. Due to this, I don't really leave my house in daylight as to lessen the chance of me being the next murder they investigate. I find my time is better spent investigating murder cases, not being one.

The suspect was still pacing, mumbling about how it wasn't him and he just was walking to the shops and he found him like that, which was highly un-convincing as 1) His hands were covered in dried blood and 2) No shops would be open at 2am ,and to me, that screams 'Guilty'.

I had a look around the crime scene and gathered some evidence, until I came across something that made me most curious, as it was a hat, and not of any of the officers or victims or criminal's hat, for it had a long blond hair in it with purple dye one one end. It was the hair of an youngish woman about 15-16 with shoulder length blond hair. I could tell this by the length of it and the ends (which were split). I could also tell that this person was here quite recently as it was raining, and the hat wasn't as soggy as it would have been if it had been their longer.

I pulled my cap down, as the sun was rising now, to lessen the chances of me being recognized by some assassin who's family I put in prison.

I heard a click in the building opposite the scene and knew I had to leave immediately. I turned my back to the scene and started to walk back to my small apartment, when the chief stopped me, "And just where do you think your going detective?" He said. The chief was a big guy who could easily intimidate most men twice my size. "Im going home" I replied sounding completely at ease and in control, which probably scared him. "There is a sniper on the roof, of whom may be aiming for me or you, so actually I suggest that you do the same" He swallowed and replied with "Alright then, I'll go home after the investigation is finished and that sniper is caught." He span on his heel, and muttered something into the radio strapped to his vest, maybe calling another team in to deal with the sniper on the roof.

As I was walking home a man wearing a trench coat and a fedora pulled over his face. I didn't recognize him and I thought nothing of him until he bumped into me saying "beware" and then disappeared into an alleyway. I surveyed the surrounding area and found no threats.

Eventually I made my way to the building that contains my 2 bedroom apartment, and just as I was about to enter they key, I thought on what the man in the fedora had said, and peered through the keyhole. I noticed a wire in my doors lock. Being as cautious as I am, I had a pair of wire cutters in my bag to cut the wire.

I went in and saw a pound of C4 plastic explosives duct taped to the back of my door. I went in and slept fitfully until 12 ish, but I wish not to speak of my dreams here.

The next murder happened later the same day on the other side of London, however i got the feeling i shouldn't go to this one as it was 2 o'clock and broad daylight. A perfect time for an assassination. I sent my assistant to go for me and talk to me on the phone. I will call my assistant, Piercey (which is not his real name but an alias taken by him) and tell him to talk to the police for a lift down there. I also ask him to take a few pictures for me.

And naturally that's when things got bad. I heard a gunshot down the phone and the phone went dead. And the problem? So did Piercey. I sat there contemplating the consequences of Piercey's death, and just cried. I had known him far to long to not miss him. I paced up and down my tiny living room, and threw my fist into the thin plaster wall, smashing a hole in it. "It's not fair!" I screamed to anyone who could hear. "Its just NOT FUCKING FAIR!" I kept screaming at the wall.

I stayed in, pacing and crying, until I just lay on my bed, unmoving.