Detective Diaries

Detective Diaries

Police were surrounding the whole area and it was a cold and frosty

night in the dangerous alleyways of Chicago. Mayor William Wilson of

the Metro-party was lying on his back with a bullet wound to the

forehead. Detective James Carter was a tall, Afro-American man who

always wore a beige coloured trench coat. Detective Carter had been a

private detective for five years and was dedicated to his job. He had

been looking for clues all night and fruitlessly retired to his

office. Forensics, Police and Journalists had been at the scene of the

crime all night.

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On his way to the office he stopped at his local 24hr café for a cheap

dinner. Carter was enjoying his one star meal when he was interrupted

by the café television. He was stunned when he saw that the main

headline said, 'News just in, the Mayor Will Wilson's partner San

McCarthy has just been wounded in a drive by shooting just outside the

Sears tower'. Carter noticed that the two people who had just been

shot were both the head figures of the Metro-Party. Carter was tired

and remembered that he had to go to his 2nd Cousin's wedding.

The next day Carter was snoozing peacefully at his office desk when

the rampant knocking at the door interrupted his slumber. He arose

from his chair with a throbbing headache and walked towards his shabby

office door. He turned the doorknob and was surprised when he saw a

short, stubby and plump man whose name was Henry Doberman. As soon as

Carter heard the name and recognised him as Mayor Wilson's supposedly

right hand man. He pushed his way past Carter and seemed rather

paranoid. Before Carter could speak he pulled out a hefty sum of money

and mounted it on Carters small and dusty desk. Carter was surprised

to see that one man alone could carry such a large amount of money in

his pockets.

After hours of Doberman explaining, Carter knew what he had to do.