Unforgivable Crime

Chapter 1

“Every once in a while humanity is called upon to help the world with the crisis that is happening officer. It’s amazing seeing people talk about it and yet nobody does anything about.”

He smiled as he looked at the officer.
A noise in the distance brings him back to reality, pulling him out of his daydream. “Can you start from the beginning Officer Messer?” The lieutenant asked looking at him as he held his pen ready to take notes. “Wow, that’s going to take a lot of time sir.” He looked at him with a smirk on his face. “You in luck it’s my day to take out the trash at my exe’s house and boy I don’t want to do it, so yes from the beginning please” He smiled almost breaking out into a laugh as he reclined in his chair hoping this review of what has happened would bring help to clarify somethings. “Well than let us begin sir” Messer said as he sipped his cup of tea slowly still nursing his injuries from the brave fight he just fought. “It all started in the city centre.” His voice trailed off.

City Centre Building Apartment 420

Detective Messer walked into the building looking for the apartment as he wasn’t so sure which one it was. He took the elevator to floor 4 and walked along the dead corridor. He smelt a vile, disgusting smell as he walked swiftly and he knew this smell all too well unfortunately. It was the smell of a decomposing body. Suddenly the dead corridor become alive filled with officers and CSI personal. This was a sight he saw every day of his life. He walked past them as they greeted him and he responded with swift reply of good day. He looked at the number on the door and smirked. Who would have thought a drug dealers apartment number would be 420. “Quite nice don’t you think Messer?” a familiar voice broke the silence. “420 is the apartment for our victim Daniel Smith. You know him already.” Messer nodded as he walked inside observing the apartment and the state of the body. “Who found him Flak?” he asked as he knelt down on one foot putting on his white gloves.

Messer was the kind of detective who had a gift. He was the best detective there was and he was never wrong about anything. He took of his coat and handed it to Flak as he placed his hand into the victim’s pockets searching them. “Nobody did” replied Flak watching Messer closely.  “Ah I’m guessing the neighbours are afraid of him. It was an anonymous tip off from the ‘public’. I figured that and you can cross off the first four names from your list Flak, as they never do it.” Messer handed Flak a small plastic bag. “The drugs are inside here, probably worth a lot. If it was an addict they would have taken it.” Flak smiled and put the plastic bag in an evidence bag. He called one of the techs and handed them the bag. “Right so that narrows the pool of suspects then. We can rule of any drug users.” He scratched off the first six names on his writing pad. “Wrong Flak” Messer interrupted him and grabbed his writing pad and scribbled something down. He woke up and started walking towards the door. “It only widens it now.”

He put on his coat and looked at a card he picked up. “What do you mean Messer and where are you going, we still have to inspect the body.” Messer walked back to Flak and showed him the card. “This card is from the James Association the biggest law firm in this country. They employ more than 50 thousand people from janitors to lawyers. Obviously we don’t need to question all of them just the lawyers. Cause of death was strangulation. His lips are blue and there is a thumb print on either side of his neck. You can clearly see the hand marks.” Messer knelt down again and placed his hands on the victim’s throat lightly and looked at Flak. “The boy struck him from behind with enough force to disorientate the victim and brought him to the floor. His bleeding head is a clear sign of that, coupled with the bruises to his knees. He was forced down. He stared straight into his attacker’s eyes as he died. Only he was more afraid considering his attacker was only a teenager.” He woke up and moved next to Flak. “Are you sure Messer?” Flak looked at him as he closed his writing pad, staring into his eyes. “You have to be completely sure about this.” “Yes I'm sure Flak. The hand marks are too small for an average size adult and a bit big for a midget. It’s a teenager. A deadly one, he left the weapon here” He pointed to a pole on the other side of the room. “He used the sink to wash up and then left. I’m right Flak I wish I wasn’t but I am. We are looking for a kid.” With those words he walked out of the apartment. Messer needed to find a reason why a kid would kill and what pushed him to do this horrendous act. He waited for the elevator, fiddling with his fingers going through all the possible reasons why a kid would do this and then it hit him.

He ran back to the apartment and pulled Flak out. “Flak, James Associations is owned by Alfred James. His daughter Beth James was killed by a drug overdose and Daniel allegedly supplied the drugs but it was never proven. He has another child, Logan James. The brother always suspected that Daniel somehow covered his tracks and he vowed revenge against Daniel. What if the card wasn’t left by mistake? What if it was left on purpose as a calling card, a message? I think that Logan James finally sought revenge and acquired it.” Flak looked at him and whispered pulling him aside. “If you are right Messer we going to need a hell of a lot more proof. If we pursue this theory we better make sure we are right otherwise this could be the end of our careers.” Flak rubbed his chin and looked into the sky. “Well then let’s get started Flak. We have a lot of ground to cover. This kid is already in front of us and with his money he can do anything.” Messer put his collar of his coat up and smiled “The game has begun Flak.”