Mysteries Unsolved [Hirondelle & KittyAlliance]
A sharp scream echoed in the suddenly very still neighborhood late into the night of the late summer, the misplaced expression of terror in the usually quiet and friendly town rattling everyone who heard it to the core and prompting many a call to the local police station with terrified or concerned citizens. Such was the start of a very strange week, leading to the climax of this tale. Now is not the time for revelations, however, but, instead to mysteries... and thus this first mystery, that brought together two brilliant detectives into a collaboration, began...
One of these detectives, a certain Juliet Rowe, made her way quickly to her work station in the investigative department of the Belvedaire police department that day, having heard from her superior on the phone that a terrible mystery seemed to have taken a victim, a certain Elizabeth Cooper, last night. It was barely dawn when the young former reporter was summoned, and she was still full of sleep and clumsy with drowsiness as she initially got her report, the stack of papers pilled on her desk. It seemed that today she would be partnered with a Rookie for this case, and she already felt over her head...
Quickly making her way to the coffee machine, she brought a cup of the dark substance and gulped it down in seconds, wincing at the scalding of her mouth and throat while she did so. That done, she got back to her desk, lazily greetings some of her colleagues on the way before getting to work. Her partner still had to arrive and she to read the initial report before they could go see the corpse and the scene of the crime, after all.
To be a part of the one place upholding justice was an honor for the 32 years old Jake Blank. The muscled African-American policeman had served the force for two years, and he had glanced into the darkest part of human mind. This certain morning, however, his case was comical: in front of Belvedaire police station, just aside the entrance staircase, he found a young man in tattered clothes sleeping as if it was his own quarter. Even now his face still look bubbly and sleepy, as if he wasn't fully awake yet.
"And I keep on telling you, I'm not someone suspicious!"
"Yeah? We'll see about that. Let's see...no ID, no license, nothing...damn, even your wallet is empty?"
Jake stared blankly toward the piece of leather stretched in front of him. The sorry excuse for a wallet had clearly seen rough times. There was nothing inside it saves a photograph of a woman.
"Tell me your name, pal,"
"C...Winston. Winston Hayes," he answered half-heartedly. His thin fingers played with the ragged end of his dark blue t-shirt.
"Okay, Winston, now tell me why I found you sleeping outside. Are you drunk? Where's your home? What are you doing here?"
To it he went silent once again. Perhaps it was another homeless guy from the park. That was the only explanation for his attire. No one with a proper home would walk out looking like a hobo. But then his answer confused him a bit.
"I was summoned here today. Regarding the death of one Elizabeth Cooper."
"Oh, a witness? Are you..."
At that time, a woman passed through them, giving a quick greeting to Jake. He knew who she was. Juliet Rowe, an detective from investigative department. One of the bigger hotshot in the force. From what he'd heard, she was a brilliant one. In his heart he always admired the people in that department. He dreamed that one day he would move up and joined their rank.
When he turned back to his prisoner, the young man had already gone.
Winston Hayes had walked through doors without paying heed on others' glaring eyes. His stride was so fast that people around him didn't have time to react. Quickly he already got his way and was no standing inside the investigative department.
"Miss Juliet Rowe?" he asked to the woman while holding her photograph. "I'm Winston Hayes. I'm your assigned partner as of today...sort of."