The Six Murders in Seattle

You Get To Solve A Puzzle

“So, what brings you here officer? Let me guess-” The man began, bringing the cigarette out of his mouth and letting some of the ash fall into the ashtray.

“-another criminal is beating your ass, and just sucking up to Morgan won’t save your job this time.” He finished with an air of arrogance, black eyes dancing with mischief and a hint of amusement.

“Look, Greyson, I know we don’t get along. I’m very much aware of that.” The other man replied, grimacing at the man seated behind the desk, as if it physically pained him to be there.

Light beams scattered throughout the room from the opened curtains, illuminating it. Leaning back in the dark leather office chair, Greyson put his dress shoes clad feet up on the massive mahogany desk, crossing at the ankles. Cigarette in hand, his black eyes roamed over the figure present in the room, standing in front of his desk.

A tall man with a good build and a sour expression on his face. His dress shirt clinging tightly to him and his brown coat resting on his arm. Green eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared at the man he was standing in front of. David Coleman had had no choice but to approach Ben Greyson for this case. Standing now, in his office, with Greyson leisurely leaning against his leather chair, David had to compose himself, in order to succeed at getting help.

“You are an egotistical maniac.” He said and was answered with a snort from the man in the leather chair.

“Who kind of thinks, he’s some Sherlock Holmes. But as much as we have.. our differences, I need your help. The department needs your help. This is beyond you and me.” David continued, his voice serious.

“I don’t want to work with you. The entire department, actually.” Greyson replied, cigarette in mouth once again.

Ben Greyson was a man of quite an interesting personality. His black eyes and jet black hair, added to his already cold and threatening aura. But the man was a genius. A genius who had the ability to solve the most difficult of cases with his sense of paying attention to every detail and thinking very much out of the box, unlike the rest of his fellow detectives.

“I know that. But think about it..” Coleman sighed, before continuing,

“You get to solve a puzzle. You love those right? And you can even rub it in my face, that I came begging to you. More food for your ego.” The officer finished, his eyes narrowing once more.

“It would be another dumb case that your guys are too lazy to solve on your own.” Greyson said, taking his feet off the desk.

“Well, me and you both know that I wouldn’t be here, had I any other option.” David replied, his voice stern and body tense.

“Not exactly a fan of how you work, and how you think everyone deserves to suffer just because you are miserable. But you have made your own way, and aren’t a kiss-up, as you like to describe me, like I am. Someday maybe, I will gather the guts too. But right now, we want you back. We really do.” Coleman added, a flicker of plead crossing his eyes.

“Look, David, flattery won’t get you anything. Why are you still here?” Greyson asked, cocking his head to the side.

“People’s lives are at stake, Ben. At least hear me out once.” Coleman spoke, his voice getting slightly louder.

“I don’t care about people dying. Most of them just had it coming anyway.” He replied, a frown on his face.

“Three murders, back to back. All killed in the same fashion–a spear point knife embedded right in the heart. No signs of any struggle whatsoever.” The officer continued, putting a file on the desk in front of Greyson.

“Alright so, another nutcase trying to make sense of his pathetic life. Must be some common motive, or some low key thug just trying to get some fame.” Greyson replied, eyeing the file on his desk before meeting Coleman’s gaze.