In The Shadows

Chapter One

"Move, I need my coffee, please and thanks," I said to the douche AKA my partner. I shoved Lucas (my partner) out of the way and made my way to the small coffee machine in the corner of the office.

My name is Jamie Cruz and I've been working as a detective for years now. In fact, I was in the top ten for the United States. Sadly, I've been spending those years along side my partner, Lucas The Douche Bag.

I poured myself a cup of coffee as I tried not to fall asleep on my feet. It's way too early for this. I sighed as Lucas leaned over my shoulder. He is a good four inches taller than me, so doing so wasn't that hard.

"Hey, Short-Stack. Boss gave us a new case today," he said smoothly. His voice irritated me.

"Nice," I said without emotion and drank my coffee.

*** time skip to the crime scene***

The murder we were solving today took place in a cornfield at the local pumpkin patch. I hopped out of the car and followed Lucas and the other police through the maze of corn until we came across a string of "DO NOT CROSS" tape. On the other side of the tape was a corpse.

The day was cloudy, which made it seem later in the afternoon than it was. There was a light drizzle of rain to accompany the gloomy feeling.

The corpse was identified as a man who worked at the patch. His job was to run through the maze after hours to make sure no kids were lost. He obviously found someone.

Cops surrounded the corpse. Searching for a weapon, which a team of forensic scientists gathered their information. I kneeled down by one of the new scientists, Jay, and examined the body.

"We estimated that the time of death was around 2 in the morning," Jay informed me. I nodded in response. Based on the knocked down corn coming from one of the paths, he had been running from someone. Or something.

Lucas, noticing the same thing, did the thing he did best. Comment on stupid things.

"Looks like our friend found the Boogie Man and made a run for it. Should've run faster." I rolled my eyes.

The corpse was brutally beat up. Bruises littered his whole body, a deep gash from a knife was found on his neck, and there were multiple stab wounds and cuts on his stomach.

After hours of searching the scene, the cops left to question witnesses and the forensic scientists left to examine their research. Lucas and I were the last ones left. It was around 8 o'clock at night.

"Any ideas so far?" Lucas asked, messing around with a broken piece of corn. How on earth did this guy get this job?!

"Put that down! It might contain evidence on it!" I shouted at him.

"Woah, Tiger, don't need to be so mean about it," he said slowly placing the corn down as if I had a gun to his head. I sighed and went back to a footprint I had found in the mud. I suspected it was the victims, but I checked it out anyway.

"I'm curious," Lucas said slowly, walking towards me one floppy step at a time. "Are you so sarcastic and short-tempered like this because of your parents? Were they mean to you or something?"

I felt my body stiffen. He knew that my parents were a touchy topic for me. They had been murdered in front of me when I was ten. Ever since then I had to live with another family who viewed me as nothing more than an ant.

"Oh? You're angry?" Lucas pretended to be shocked. "Did your parents leave you or some-"

His words were cut off by my fist. I felt my knuckles come in contact with his face. My hand hurt, but other than that I felt great. I had been wanting to do that since day one.

His lay on the ground with his hand on his cheek. His nose was bleeding.

"I'm going to get back to work. You can lay there like an idiot or get up and help me. This case won't solve itself," I said softly to him before turning back to the body.

I kept my focus on the body not caring what Lucas did for most of the time. When I decided that we (I) did all that we could today, I turned to tell Lucas that he could piss off to whatever bridge he crawled under from when I encountered a problem.

He was standing in front of me, his eyes wild with terror, as a man in all black and a mask held him in his grasp with a gun pointed to his head.