Bloodstream

A Storm is Coming

It had been weeks, the sheriff had hit a stump on this wild goose chase. Frankly mild errors if you ask me.
You may be wondering, why on earth would the true protagonist only be revealed now? Well I had to give some clarity as to the plot. My name is Simon Storm, a modest private eye who I'll admit has a taste bit of a drinking problem but not as bad as weird Willy down the street to be fair. My intellect is so incredible Einstein can kiss my... I'm basically this towns Sherlock Holmes if I do say so myself.
Basically the law come to me when they need my assistance or I pester them until they give me a case - it can be so dull without one. The sheriff came over to a jolly old apartment complex. He pressed the buzzer and who answered? Well I did of course.
The sheriff climbed a flight of stairs like a champ and entered my humble abode.
"I knew you'd come" I said, smirking while getting some milkshake out of my refrigerator.
"Look this is worse than I expected Simon, this guy has been sending me messages"
I raised my right hand, counting down my fingers as I chugged on some good old fudge brownie milkshake.
"Okay listen first let me see the messages"
He handed them over and I skimmed the notes.
"Ok so he surely wants to frighten you, I doubt this is someone you know, given the fact that you have very little friends."
"So he can be one of my enemies?"
I chuckled.
"You? Enemies?" I said, struggling to keep a straight face.
The sheriff looked puzzled.
"So think about it, you're the most respected man in this town, you have a laugh with everyone, even the most sinister crooks when cuffing them usually, you're basically a unrealistic comic book cop, a mega friendly Commissioner Gordon"
I walked into the living room and leaped onto my couch. I turned on the television and began to channel surf.
"What on earth are you doing?", said the sheriff.
"Waiting it out.", I said.
"Waiting it out?", said the sheriff looking at me with confusion.
"Ooo Les miserables and yes waiting it out, I mean it's clearly a serial killer we're looking for, the victims are unrelated with the exception of some kids at school who as you've already found out each have a skin tight alibi for both murders. I'd say let's just wait for the killer to kill again!"
The sheriff was about to say something before being interrupted by a transmission on his radio. He turned away to listen
"Uh we got a 187 on Watson Boulevard, victim appears to be a young male, it's awful down here, I'm gonna need a..."
The sheriff turned his radio off and turned back at me who was already up with my coat on ready to leave. "Well shall we?", I said.
"We shall.", said the sheriff as we both rushed out of the apartment downstairs and to his car.
I whispered to myself.
"A storm is coming"
"Sorry what?", asked the sheriff.
"Oh nothing just thinking that's all."
Like holmes and well I guess I'd have to say Lestrade, we drove off to the scene of the crime and the true story had finally begun (I promise).