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From The Desk Of Dective Inspector Crowe.
From The Desk Of Dective Inspector Crowe.
Murderfile 202
Murderfile 202
Chapter 1
Cigarettes on a cold morning.
It was a cold winters morning in downtown Morrindale, the cars were jam packed, the streets were full and every tom dick or harry was scamming some innocent bystandered out of their hard erned cash. Skyscrapers and buildings surrounded the local area, not a tree nor strip of grass anywhere, all the buildings looked pretty much the same, the same bland red brick work, the same bland 1940's architecture all mashed together side by side like peas in a pod. One building in particular was different from these bland ruins of downtown Morrindale, that was 345 saint's street, the residence and work place of one Detective Inspecter Crowe. The window was open and a cold breaze flooded the office, stacks and stacks of files, case reports, criminal records you name it, littered the floor a cup od cold coffee lay on the desk collecting dust, while the smell of fresh coffee seeped into the room and in the corner of the room, wrapped up in a rather large trench coat lay Detective Inspector Crowe.
It was half past 9 when his beautiful secratery miss Rardon walked in with a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked over three piles of case reports as the opened the monogramed door, turning to Crowe she began lightly nudging him. "Crowe" She whispered ever so lightly, he made no movement, she ndged him harder this time, "Crowe" She said getting louder now, yet still he did not budge. "CROWE!!" She shouted slapping him across the face, once again he did not move, she sighed and poured the boiling hot coffee onto Crowe's crotch, His opened and he jumped into the air like a salmon, running around the office screaming in pain, Casandra (Miss Rardon's first name) exited the room then returned 5 minutes later with a new mug of coffe and a jug of water. Crowe was still running around screaming, she threw the water on his crotch and passed him the coffee.
"Ya know if you slept at a normal time i wouldn't have to wake you up like this." She said sighing.
"Yes but if I did that how many less murderers would be behind bars?" Said Crowe sounding full of himself.
"3" She said while reading some womens magazine.
Crowe kept trying to re-establish his ego."Yes true, but 3 of the deadliest murders around!" He said grinning widley.
"Not really, petty crimals who turned to violence as a last resort, not reallly mass murderers are they?" She said once again putting him down.
"Well if i got any decent cases to test my intelect then mabye, i mean how quickly did i solve those other crimes?"He said sulking.
"Pretty fast, you really are a good detective it's just a shame no-one other then me knows it."She said whilst taking a sip of her coffee.
"What i need is to find an unsolved case and solve it, then i'll be world famouse, or at least famouser and one step closer to the worlds greatest detective!" He shouted rather loudly for 9:45 in the morning.
He took a sip of his coffee then made his way to the filing cabinet, sorting through some things he pulled out a file at random from his "Unsolved Crimes" section and placed it on his desk.
"Lets hope i get lucky." He said while scanning through the file. Casandra turned on the t.v. and sat there for awhile. Crowe kept looking through the file hoping to find somthing, about an hour later he had books cas reports crimal records the lot all on hsi desk ans he was scanning through all of them. When it 10 am he placed his hands flat on the desk and gave a sigh of releife.
"There"he said sounding very pleased with himself."The unsolved murder case of the 1987 Summer slaughter. It was 1 Randol Hoftop."
"How can you be sure?" Asked Casandra.
"Well i checked though some case files ect and found that at every cime sighns two msysteriouse objects were found, one stand of hair ginger and an empty can of coca cola, i went through every criminal file i have and took out all of the ginger ones, then found out something rather interesting about Randol Hoftop, he had a sweet tooth, in jail he was caught stealing a guards Coca cola, hah, now all thats left to do is phone the po-" His ramblings were cut short by the sound of the news.
"Breaking news bulletin" Said a very camp looking man. "the 1987 summer slaughter mystery has been solved today by one Arnold Regonhouse, the worlds best detective, the murderer Randol Hoftop-" The tv was inturupted by Crowes rather large size 15 boot.
"God damn it i hate that guy." Said Crowe who was now punching his desk.
"always beats me to the punch, every time." He stood up and sat on the window ledge, "There has to be a crime out there that i can solve, one that will make me famouse!"
Part 1 of chapter 1 =P
Cigarettes on a cold morning.
It was a cold winters morning in downtown Morrindale, the cars were jam packed, the streets were full and every tom dick or harry was scamming some innocent bystandered out of their hard erned cash. Skyscrapers and buildings surrounded the local area, not a tree nor strip of grass anywhere, all the buildings looked pretty much the same, the same bland red brick work, the same bland 1940's architecture all mashed together side by side like peas in a pod. One building in particular was different from these bland ruins of downtown Morrindale, that was 345 saint's street, the residence and work place of one Detective Inspecter Crowe. The window was open and a cold breaze flooded the office, stacks and stacks of files, case reports, criminal records you name it, littered the floor a cup od cold coffee lay on the desk collecting dust, while the smell of fresh coffee seeped into the room and in the corner of the room, wrapped up in a rather large trench coat lay Detective Inspector Crowe.
It was half past 9 when his beautiful secratery miss Rardon walked in with a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked over three piles of case reports as the opened the monogramed door, turning to Crowe she began lightly nudging him. "Crowe" She whispered ever so lightly, he made no movement, she ndged him harder this time, "Crowe" She said getting louder now, yet still he did not budge. "CROWE!!" She shouted slapping him across the face, once again he did not move, she sighed and poured the boiling hot coffee onto Crowe's crotch, His opened and he jumped into the air like a salmon, running around the office screaming in pain, Casandra (Miss Rardon's first name) exited the room then returned 5 minutes later with a new mug of coffe and a jug of water. Crowe was still running around screaming, she threw the water on his crotch and passed him the coffee.
"Ya know if you slept at a normal time i wouldn't have to wake you up like this." She said sighing.
"Yes but if I did that how many less murderers would be behind bars?" Said Crowe sounding full of himself.
"3" She said while reading some womens magazine.
Crowe kept trying to re-establish his ego."Yes true, but 3 of the deadliest murders around!" He said grinning widley.
"Not really, petty crimals who turned to violence as a last resort, not reallly mass murderers are they?" She said once again putting him down.
"Well if i got any decent cases to test my intelect then mabye, i mean how quickly did i solve those other crimes?"He said sulking.
"Pretty fast, you really are a good detective it's just a shame no-one other then me knows it."She said whilst taking a sip of her coffee.
"What i need is to find an unsolved case and solve it, then i'll be world famouse, or at least famouser and one step closer to the worlds greatest detective!" He shouted rather loudly for 9:45 in the morning.
He took a sip of his coffee then made his way to the filing cabinet, sorting through some things he pulled out a file at random from his "Unsolved Crimes" section and placed it on his desk.
"Lets hope i get lucky." He said while scanning through the file. Casandra turned on the t.v. and sat there for awhile. Crowe kept looking through the file hoping to find somthing, about an hour later he had books cas reports crimal records the lot all on hsi desk ans he was scanning through all of them. When it 10 am he placed his hands flat on the desk and gave a sigh of releife.
"There"he said sounding very pleased with himself."The unsolved murder case of the 1987 Summer slaughter. It was 1 Randol Hoftop."
"How can you be sure?" Asked Casandra.
"Well i checked though some case files ect and found that at every cime sighns two msysteriouse objects were found, one stand of hair ginger and an empty can of coca cola, i went through every criminal file i have and took out all of the ginger ones, then found out something rather interesting about Randol Hoftop, he had a sweet tooth, in jail he was caught stealing a guards Coca cola, hah, now all thats left to do is phone the po-" His ramblings were cut short by the sound of the news.
"Breaking news bulletin" Said a very camp looking man. "the 1987 summer slaughter mystery has been solved today by one Arnold Regonhouse, the worlds best detective, the murderer Randol Hoftop-" The tv was inturupted by Crowes rather large size 15 boot.
"God damn it i hate that guy." Said Crowe who was now punching his desk.
"always beats me to the punch, every time." He stood up and sat on the window ledge, "There has to be a crime out there that i can solve, one that will make me famouse!"
Part 1 of chapter 1 =P