Episode 3: Interlude
1050 Words
Hanson Town
31/08/1985
For the past week, it has been unusually cold in Hanson town, perhaps people had to start taking climate change seriously.
Detective Liz Smith snuggled in her particularly soft blanket, her toes were exposed, the chilly wind that whizzed past her half-opened window tingled her toes.
"Why is it so cold?" She muttered to herself.
She wondered why her alarm hadn't gone off as the sun was clearly up.
She took the alarm in her hand, it was off, perhaps the battery had died. She jumped up and ran into the shower. "s**t! I'm so f*****g late."
Detective Smith had only just recently moved out of her parents' house, in an attempt to finally move out of her father's shadow, her father; who was probably the most respected man in the town.
Some part of her was glad that her father would finally retire, at least, now he would spend more time at home; a situation she would have preferred a long time ago.
Now, she was her own woman; at twenty-four, she was ready to step into his shoes and out of his shadow.
She hurriedly locked the door and rushed into her car. Off to the precinct, she drove.
"Good morning detective." Greg greeted.
"Good morning." She rushed past him.
"Detective Murphy has been looking for you!" Greg announced, but she had already gotten far.
Detective Smith dumped herself into her chair.
She looked at the clock on her desk. "At least I made it on time." She rubbed her forehead.
"Detective Smith, feels weird calling you that." Detective Murphy walked over. "How's your dad holding up?"
"I'm not sure sir, I don't live there anymore." She shrugged.
"Oh, slipped my mind. So, I've been looking for you, I have something I'd like you to see." Detective Murphy stated.
"What would that be sir?" She got up.
"It's a case, a quite nasty one too."
"Nasty? How nasty?"
"Follow me." Detective Murphy guided.
They walked into his office.
"You might need to sit down." Detective Murphy warned as he brought some pictures. "Two bodies were discovered almost simultaneously yesterday. Check this out."
Detective Smith took the pictures.
"Woah!" She exclaimed. "This is f****d up."
"Indeed Smith. Indeed it is." Detective Murphy sat up. "Your dad told me that you had been reading about violent crime and even attended a seminar about serial-killers. Is this true?"
"You think a serial killer did this?" Detective Smith asked as she examined the photos closely.
"I mean, that's what the whole town is saying. How did they even know about this." Detective Murphy scoffed.
"Well, word spreads fast." She replied, still examining the pictures. "It might be a serial killer. It's all way too similar. But, there's only one way to find out."
"You wanna see the crime scene?"
"Yup." She placed the pictures down.
"
Alright, I'll take you there."
After a brief drive, they arrived at the crime scene. The two detectives got out simultaneously.
Detective Smith took out her shades and put them on.
"You ready?" Detective Murphy smiled.
"Yup." She answered.
It was under the bridge, close to the river. They walked slowly, lifting the crime tapes carefully as they moved in.
"Is this where she died?" Detective Smith asked.
"No. We still don't know where she died. Someone found the body while he was jogging." Detective Murphy explained.
"Well, we are not going to get anything here. The whole thing looks planned, and if he really is a serial killer, he probably would have been very careful."
"Detective Smith, you said he. How are you sure it's a man?"
"Well, from the pictures the woman looked fat." She shrugged.
"So?"
"So, do you think a woman would be able to lift a 180-pound body?" She scoffed.
"Well, we can't just.." A phone call interrupted Detective Murphy.
"Excuse me, let me just take this."
Detective Smith went on to inspect the crime scene closely.
"Who was it?" She asked, still looking around.
"They just found where she died." Detective Murphy stated sharply.
"And where's that?"
"Her house. Come on let's go." Detective Murphy rushed off.
Detective Smith was very exhausted as she drove, she couldn't really get her mind off the case, something just wasn't right.
Her parents had invited her over, so they could discuss the retirement party. She drove to their apartment, thoughts from the murder still hanging from her head.
Three days later, the party was set. A few friends and family had already arrived.
Detective Smith and her mom; Chloe, were busy in the kitchen, while Detective Conan was making the guests feel comfortable outside.
A few hours later, Jazz was banging from the speakers as all the people chattered.
"Mom, you've got to let some people out. I mean, there are seats outside." Detective Smith cautioned.
"And who's the mom here?" Chloe scoffed.
"At least try to act like it." She replied rudely.
"Really? Okay, I'm just gonna go have a drink. So do whatever the f**k you want?" Chloe replied as she walked away.
Detective Smith retreated into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" She seemed surprised.
"I'm trying to build a reputation here, Liz"
"What are you talking about?" Detective Smith dropped the plates down.
"Why do you want to f**k it all up for me? Why?" The fellow picked a knife up.
"Come on, calm down now." The detective seemed spooked, she walked slowly towards the fellow. "Hand the knife over, so we can talk about this in.."
She was stabbed, again and again, she tried to hold the table to avoid falling, but she just grabbed the air, her hand knocked some plates off the table, as she fell to the ground.
The loud sound from the broken plates alerted one of detective Conan's friend, a lady, who ran into the kitchen to espy, the killer had run off, leaving Detective Smith lying in her own pool of blood.
"Oh God!" The lady shrieked.
Detective Smith parents rushed in, as well as other people.
They both sat close to the body crying.
Detective Murphy left the kitchen, there was a crowd in the sitting room.
"Nobody leaves this house!" He announced, he spotted Greg among them. "Greg, call an ambulance."
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