The Case of the Plagued Reaper [Hirondelle & thedookienut]
The night was full of smog as always as an older man in his late forties made his way back home, his old rail-car of a Chevy passing silently through the empty streets of New York. It was a suffocating night, a dark night, as the few gaslight bordering the large roads and streets barely reached a feet in diameter in their luminosity, the ever present pollution darkening the sky to unfathomable levels.
That was on this night that the man, one Monroe Fairmont, finally let himself get sucked in the case of the century: the case of the Plagued Reaper, named thus after it was discovered that there was an unnerving amount of similarities between victim of an unknown malady, the resemblance of the victim's lifestyle, or more exactly their allegiance, mixed in with the fact that they all died in the same way in seven different emplacement in the same circumstances made the whole thing into a murder case, as far as both the New York Police and the various Pis involved were concerned.
This was the end of August, barely two weeks after the first murder, and already the media was all over the case like a pack of hyenas, tearing the New York Police Department a new one every day in the rags they called news, and thus the job fell upon his laps, accompanied of another he had yet to meet tomorrow night. Tonight would be a night of study. Tonight would be a night of reflection. He had a job to do, after all.
Finally arriving to his office, he set back on his leather chair and set out to smoke a cigar as he looked over his computer's data on the case once more, his search soon joined by the his ever faithful AI, Camellia, as it sorted through the date for him, leaving him to drink some of his Pure Malt in peace as he wondered about the strange events surrounding the murders. Bah, it would become clear soon enough...
It was only at dawn that he finally stopped his research, the now drunk and slightly woozy former cop dragging himself to his office's bunk bed and succumbing to the sweet embrace of oblivion.