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Oct-6-2009 15:36

Things don't always go as you would want them to go. I looked at the dead body of 26 year old Carol Fisher. She had been mutilated by someone. Stabbed a total of seven times and then shot once in the head. The local police knew who the killer was. The problem was finding him. They had a name. They had proof. They had physical evidence that linked him to the crime and witness evidence. It was enough evidence to put him a way for life.

I was worned that he is a master of disguises. He can disapper with the blink-of-an-eye.

Detective Thomas McDonald looked at me when I was finished examining the body. "I heard about your reputation around here."

"What about it?" I asked

"If you can catch our killer, Charles Craig, I can promise a handsome reward." he replied.

I thought about it. Money. I needed money real bad. I was behind on rent for both my apartment and my office. Money is good.

"Fine. I'll take it," I said and I left back for my office. I reviewed the background and case file of Mr. Craig. This wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure. I decided to make a phone call to a few friends of mine to see if they would be interested in making some decent money in helping to find a killer who could blend in to even the smaller crowds.

It was dark and there was nothing I could do for the night. I'd have to start in the morning. So I went home for the night to get some sleep. The next morning, went to my office to make a call to a few friends to see if they'd be interested in making a few dollars in helping to find this killer.

Oct-18-2009 12:36

I went to the third floor and found the room easily enough still had the police tape up.

Upon entering the room I saw the complete mess that was left. Apparently Carol put up a huge fight. While sifting through the mess I came across a picture in a broken frame. It was a picture of Carol I believe and Charles Craig , his mother, and sister. I pulled the picture out of the frame and on the back was a number 117-A.

" Hmm?" I murmered aloud. " What could this be?" I asked into the nothingness.

I pocketed the picture and looked around some more. I must have been in there longer than I thought cause when I got back outside it was dark. I made my way to my car. Then out of the alley way I saw a shadow move.
It spoke ......

" Mr. Cain, I have a message for you." a mans voice said.

Just then I heard the sound of a tommy gun being charged.

My first instinct was to fire back but there was no way of getting a shot off in time. I jumped behind a car just as bullets peppered the spot I had just been standing in.

" Great, just great." I said to myself.

Then..............

Oct-18-2009 13:03

Vulkie dropped Molly and I off at Luigi's Bar. We walked in and as it was the day before, it was dimly lit crawling around with mobsters and thugs. There in the back sat the same creepy looking shady character I spoke with yesterday. I approached him from behind while Molly sat infront of him pretending to flirt with him for information. She asked him a question about Craig's connections with La Cosa Nostra. He laughed and said, "Now now missey, I can't tell you that."
She glanced at me and I made my move. I slammed his head against the table and he groaned aloud in pain. I picked him up and drug him out back into the alley, throwing him into a pile of trash.

"START TALKING!!" I spat in his face.
"You've got a lot of nerve comming in here-"
"Shut UP! AND TALK!" I screamed in his face. I wasn't joking. I threw him downd and pulled out my revolver and aimed it at his head. Then he told me he had been seeing someone that has been with me the whole time tipping off the Mafia..tipping of the Mob boss of all bosses...Luciano. It was Vulkie.

Molly and I went out side knowing that Vulkie had probably left and we were right. Thankfully, there was my car. Right in the same spot I had left it. We got in to go find Heimlich, Nellie, and Charlie.

It took the rest of the day to find Heimlich and Nellie. Unfortunatley they didn't find anything at Craig's appartment. But I told them about Vulkie. The next morning, Heimlich, Nellie, Molly, and I were in my office. I called Vulkie's office and she, herself, asnwered the phone.

"Vulkie? You and I need to have a little talk."

--15 minutes later--

Vulkie walked into my office. Nellie grabbed her and threw her into a chair accross from my desk. Heimlich stood in one corner and Molly in the other. I stood int he middle of the room. We had no idea where Charlie was but we here hoping he would get the idea to come by my office.
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Oct-18-2009 13:12

"A source tells me that you've been hanging around Luciano and tipping him off about us-"
"Guys, it's me, Vulkie. You can trust me-"
I cocked the hammer back on my revolver. I wasn't playing games with her. We were after a killer and she was betraying us.
Sweat started to pour down her face. She was nervous. We had her trapped.

"Start talking." Heimlich said from behind me. He slowly approached her.
Vulkie let out a laugh.
"Heim," she said short for Heimlich, "you don't honestly believe-"
"As a matter of fact, I do" he said with out a smile. He didn't have to pull out his gun.
"Start talking!" I yelled.
Vulkie new that the jig was up. She knew she had no other choice to start talking. Luciano wouldn't like it. But we didn't like her betraying us like this.
If there is one thing I hated, it was a traitor. Especially when the traitor was a detective too.
She new that there was no getting out of this and she opened her mouth to speak.

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Oct-18-2009 20:11

Vulkie let out a sigh, "It was the money. It was always about the money."

Marc slammed his gun down on the table, "You bitch! You played us all! You came to me and said you wanted in on this!"

Vulkie nodded, "I know," she responded, "and I did, but I... look I'm sure you've been there. You all have connections! You all have played for the money over the justice at some point or another!"

Marc shook his head, "No Vulkie, that's where you're wrong. It's about what's right. It's why we got into this, and I think you've lost your moral compass."

Vulkie looked into the eyes of the detectives around her, she didn't have a single friend in the room. "Heim!" she cried, "You know me! We've worked together so much. You understand don't you?"

Heimlich shook his head, "I suppose I misjudged your character Vulkie. I thought you were a morally sound person, but I've been reading you wrong all along. I'm sorry, but I don't see any way out of this."

Marc leaned over, reached into Vulkie's jacket, and removed her detective's license. "I'll hold onto this," he said coldly, "until you straighten things out."

Vulkie stood up, shaking and began to walk out of the room. She turned towards the others, tears beginning to roll down her face, "What do I do now?" she asked.

The room stayed silent until Molly quietly said, "Something else." With that, Vulkie turned and departed the group, leaving an uneasy feeling among the remaining detectives.

Oct-18-2009 20:30

Molly watched Vulkie go, her mouth set in a firm line. The wound over her eye formed a hook shape lined in black, making the glittering hardness of her blue eyes all the more evident.

"I admit I found it suspicious she was able to get to me so fast," Molly mused. "This must be such a disappointment to you all." She stood and picked up a piece of paper.

"We must regroup." she said decisively, picking up a pencil. "Who have we met with, interviewed? Our suspects? Charles Craig sightings; any correlations? Any evidence or clues we've picked up? Our case is in pieces at the moment, we must draw it all together!"

Charlie pulled the picture he had found out of his pocket and set it on the table for all of us to see.

"I found this. Its a picture of Charles Craig and the victim, and on the back..." he flipped it over so that the 117-A was visible.

"What do you think that number could be?" Nellie mused, as they all took in the latest find.

Oct-19-2009 17:05

" I'll tell ya Nellie I dont really know just yet. But rest assured I intend to find out." I said. I looked to Marc who was studying the numbers intently.

" Well Molly I do agree with you we need to regroup." I said.

" Wait a minute I've got it!" Marc yelled. "It's a berth number at the peir. See the picture is of Charles and the victim at the peir."

" Your right." Molly said.

" I'm dont know its a long shot." Heim said shaking his head.

"Hey its worth a shot. We got nothing else solid to go on. " I said.

Heim said " Maybe its a....

Oct-20-2009 18:35

"Wait!" Molly's voice rang out, and everyone turned to look at her in surprise. She was staring down at the number scrawled on the back of the photograph, her eyes nearly slits.

"If I were Charles Craig I would hide my tracks in plain sight." she said, reaching to look at the picture. "When we look at this number we immediately associate it with the thing closest to it. The pier number. But I would bet you anything it's a false lead. Aren't the safety deposit boxes at the bank numbered in the exact same way?"

Everyone paused at this thought.

"I could be wrong though." she said decisively. "The safest thing to do would be to split up the team and send a half to each location. Unless someone else can think of something because I'll be blunt: we're running out of leads here, and Charles could flee the city any minute."

Oct-20-2009 21:53

After Molly was done speaking, there was a stunned silence in my office. I slowly moved around in a circle. I sat down in my chair, and pulled out my pipe. I didn't light it, but I put the end in my mouth. I thought about what Molly said.

Finally after a moment of silence I looked up

"Molly maybe on to something. I think we should split up. There are five us. So there will be an even number of people. Who ever is going to the pier, will go with three people. Who ever is going to the bank to check the deposit boxes will go with two." I said,"Charlie? You, Heimlich, and Nellie, go check the pier. Molly and I will go and check the deposit boxes."

"Can do," Charlie said, "When and where do we meet back?"

I pulled out my pocket watch and opened it. "It's 8:30 am," I said. "We meet back here at noon. That gives us thee and a half hours to get to our destination, find out what we can, and get back here to talk about our findings," I said.

I stood up. My blood was pumping. I was still angry at Vulkie for how she betrayed us like she did. "No body deserts anyone. We all stick together. If anyone comes up with an idea or gets a thought to go check something, then everyone goes with that person. We've already got a bad rep around the area as it is. Too many shots have been fired and we don't need to attract anymore attention to ourselves as it is. Am I understood?" I said.

Everyone nodded.

"We meet back here at noon," I said, "No later, no earlier."

We all left without a word. Molly and I tood my car.

---30 minutes later---

We pulled into the parking lot of the bank. I looked at Molly
"Here we go," I said.
We got out of my car and walked inside.