Paranormal Forensics

The witch's first case

Chapter 1

Mireia is a woman of many secrets, she seems to be an 18 year old beautiful punk girl with her body covered in tattoos, many piercings on her face and knee length red hair. But in reality she is much older than she looks, in fact, she should have died many centuries ago. That is because Mireia is in fact a witch.

Even her name is a secret, as most know her as Angelina. One of the few truths she shares is her origin, being from Catalonia, and makes no effort to hide her accent. She owns a witchcraft store in a downtown gallery specialized in Rock themed clothes. While she sells serious witchcraft material for professionals, she disguises her store by also selling silly esthetical witchcraft ornaments and punk clothes for the ordinary people who visit occasionally. One thing she is known for among her costumers is the one tattoo that doesn't follow the black tribal pattern that covers her body, it is one tattoo on her right shoulder which is that of a white rose, and it's part of her many secrets.

In an ordinary morning Mireia was at her store, waiting for clients when the entrance bell rang and she looked at the entrance to see a white man walk into her store with a file folder in his hands. The man didn't seem like the usual client that would visit the store as he was well dressed.

"Hello, detective." greeted Mireia, with a friendly smile.

"Hello, Mireia." answered the man, walking to her. "It's alright if I call you that?"

"Yes, I actually prefer hearing my real name since not everyone knows it."

The man was Detective Ezequiel Costa, he had recently come across the witch in one of his investigations, which led to the revelation of what she was, but rather than arresting her for her crime he found it more beneficial to make a deal with her.

"It's been a while, I was afraid you had given up on your proposal." the witch said.

"No, I was waiting for the right case to present itself." he answered.

She looked down at the folder and asked. "Is that it?"

"Yes." he placed it on the counter. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes."

He opened the folder, revealing a file with the picture of a middle aged man on the top and information about him bellow. "Paul Fasoli," he began. "62 years old politician, married father of one, was found murdered on a hotel room bed with several bullet wounds on his stomach and chest." He flipped two pages, showing a picture of the body on the bed, and next to it there was another body of a young woman with only one bullet wound on her chest. "Next to his body was that of a young prostitute holding a gun."

"She did it?"

"That was the first detective's conclusion, that he was sneaking away from his family with this girl and in a price disagreement she pulled out her gun and used it, having regretted her action she used it on herself. The victim's family refuses to accept this version, so they asked to put the case in my hands as I'm an old acquaintance of the family and they trust my judgment."

"I understand the case so far, but why did you come to me?"

"I can't solve the case. Some of the evidence may have been tampered with during the first investigation but I can't prove that, and now I have no lead. I need new clues."

"I see." she answered, still looking at the pictures and thinking.

"Is there any way to know if the girl actually did it?"

After a few seconds of reflecting in silence the witch answered slowly. "Yeees, can you bring the bullets?"

"Yes, some, and they have to be returned."