The Five Fantastic Detectives

Pamela's Murder

Pamela woke up. It was a pretty normal day. She took a shower, she got dressed. She wore her brown trench coat again, but a different brown trench coat. She wore the same clothes every day. She thought that thinking about what you were going to wear was a waste of time. Whenever people asked her about it, she would say,
"Albert Einstein wore the same clothes every day so he could have more time to change the world, why can't I do the same?". She was excited about this day. There wasn't any reason, in particular, she just wanted to have a good day. She was going to get a good case, she was going to solve it, and she was going to earn the respect that she deserved from all those detectives. She lit a cigarette and walked out the door with confidence. It was her regular morning routine. She drank her coffee on the Subway while scaring criminals off with her badge and gun. She stepped out and entered her precinct. No one noticed her, but she thought that soon they would because she was going to achieve all she could. She was a detective in the NYPD. She wasn't intimidated by any of these men. She walked into the briefing room and sat down, praying for a good case to work with.
"Good day, gentlemen and women", the captain said, looking at Pamela.
"Thank you Captain", she said, "that's progress".
"Whatever", the captain sighed, "I have a very big murder that I need someone to take". Steve sat up straight and looked proud. He knew that after last time's action, he was first in line for that murder.
"Harmon", the captain said, "It's yours". Pamela smiled and nodded.
"What!?", Steve screamed, "It's because she's a woman, isn't it?"
"Yes it is", Pamela said sarcastically, "Because historically women have had an advantage. Poor men".
"What about the robber I caught?", Steve asked.
"The one I stopped? The one I pinned to the ground? The one I handcuffed and recited his Miranda rights?", she said. She made a point. She deserved the credit for that arrest.

"Settle down, both of you", the captain yelled, "Harmon, it's your case, Smith, drop it. Dismissed". Steve was in disbelief. Pamela walked off to her desk and got her stuff, ready to check out her crime scene.
"You stole my case", Steve said to her, "You stole my-. Why aren't you listening to me?"
"I'm so sorry Smith, I'm just swamped with disinterest", she laughed, "I have to go check out this major crime scene. Bye". She left the precinct with her manly walk, and no one could tell her to walk like a lady. She'd earned this. It was about time they gave her a big crime just for herself. She knew that her time had come. She entered her crime scene, ignoring the weird looks she got from crime techs and was amazed. It was a messy crime scene with a corpse in the center of the apartment.
"Alright, let's see", she said, "There's no sign of forced entry, items are all in place, doesn't connote a robbery. This will be a tough nut to crack, but with enough observation, I think I can figure this out". She looked around the room, finding very little information. There was no evidence. The killer destroyed the cameras without being seen. All that was seen as the letter S drawn in blood. It was big and covered most of the living room. There was no fingerprint evidence, there was no video of these people. The person was a ghost. It was hard to solve this case, but she wasn't discovered. Pamela had worked with serial killers before, but she couldn't remember any serial killer that marked his or her crimes with an S. What did the letter S mean. It would seem like a good clue, but it wasn't linked to a person, so it wasn't a good lead. She couldn't see what was going on. The S could be a name. Did she know any criminal with the name of S? She did not. Maybe it was the last name. No. She still couldn't recognize it. It was obvious the man didn't want to leave clues. Killers would never leave clues. So, why would this person mark their crime with a big S? This was a big mystery. The nightmare for Pamela didn't end there. Every day for two weeks she would look around that crime scene and find nothing, and every day after that the captain would ask,
"Have you made any progress?", and she would say,
"I have no evidence, no leads, and no solution". This murder was driving her crazy. The answer was there, she knew it. All she had to do was let the room speak to her. The truth would come out eventually. It had to because she didn't know what to do if it didn't.