"He's dead." Quint frankly stated. He snapped his breifcase shut. "But how?" The woman asked, holding back a flood of tears. The detective looked back, and smiled. "Absolutely no idea."
Two Months Earlier....
A man in a long coat strolled down the sidewalk. Nobody noticed the man with the long coat, definately not through the crowd. The man took out a regular hat and put it on. It began to rain, hard as is the clouds were having a very sorrowful time. The man walked into a coffee shop. He sat down at a table, with a man in red on the other end. "It's been a while, Quint." The main stated with a heavy russian accent. "Same to you, Troviov." Quint replied. "So, hows life?" Troviov asked, with a mischevious glint in his eye. "Absolutely boring." The detective sighed, and layed his hands into his pockets.
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Quint's Cases
Mystery / ThrillerA detective named Quint starts his career as a detective. Chapters posted mostly ever week or so.
