Who Says Murder Isn't An Art? (Pinkberry/Technical Difficulties)

chapter 2: Jeremy and Brooke

(Edited)

Once he stepped off the train, Jeremy looked around in awe. This place was nothing like he'd ever seen. It was even better than the newspapers said. The largest cities he'd ever been to weren't nearly as bustling as this.

"A sight to see, right?" Jeremy looked over when Jake spoke. The man was grinning at Jeremy's obviously entranced face. Jeremy blushed in embarrassment but nodded, stuttering.

"It s-sure is." he adjusted the bag in his hands.

Jake gave him a onceover, then smirked and reached into his coat pocket. He handed Jeremy a card. "Call me when you get settled in, I'll show you around," he said, before padding away from the brunet.

Jeremy stared down at the card. It was a business card for some sort of restaurant, with a phone number scrawled in pen at the bottom. He pocketed the card in his trousers and looked at the man's retreating form.

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Jeremy looks up at the apartment building. A friend of his dad had told him about the place and even offered to pay the rent for the first month for him. The man had gone up and rented the apartment without him, he said it was because he wanted Jeremy to experience New York for the first time when she actually moved, and had given the boy the address.

Jeremy kept getting lost, staring at the people and the tall buildings around him. He thought he'd be underdressed in just his button up and trousers, but he couldn't actually tell. The fashion in New York seemed very flexible, and Jeremy saw several women wearing pantsuit and actual suits as well as people who wore even less than he did. He grinned at the sight.

When he'd finally found the building, he went inside, gazing at the busy people around him. He gave his named to the woman at the desk, and headed to the room number she told him.

He took a deep breath, inserting the key and turning the door knob, preparing to gently push it open,

When someone hurtles into him from behind, slamming them both into the room.

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Brooke

Earlier that day-

Brooke straightened out her uniform jacket. Today was the big day, her first day actually working in the police force. Sure, New York was pretty extreme for a beginner, but she was ready for the challenge.

She stared at herself in the mirror, making sure everything was right and in order. Nodding, she pulled her watch out of her pocket, checking the time. Noticing she was going to be late, the blonde grimaced, rushing out the door. Her mother yelped in surprise as she sped by, saying "Not even a kiss goodbye?"

"Sorry!" Brooke yelled over her shoulder, blowing a kiss as she raced down the sidewalk.

When she arrived at the precinct, the man at the door looked her up and down for a minute, then opened the door and let her inside.

She dodged by people, muttering apologies as she went, hurrying, to the captains office. She almost forgot to knock, rapping on the door as she caught her breath.

The captain was a burly man with a beard to be proud of. He had a aura that commanded attention, and a no nonsense look on his face when Brooke entered. His voice was gruff. "You're late, Lohst."

Brooke grinned in an apologetic way, "My bad, sir." The man looked unimpressed, so she grimaced, keeping the smile off her face.

"Hm, I haven't assigned you a partner yet, so for today you'll be doing easy tasks. Your files are on your desk, they got everything ya need." The man turned back to what he was doing, signaling Brooke to leave and get to work.