The sun broke through the horizon with a struggle that day, as if it wasn’t sure it wanted to rise at all. Not exactly an auspicious start, but it would have to do. I lingered, much like the sun, belly down in the dew cover grass, adjusting my camera to get a better angle on the subject. This was one of those torrid jobs the boss was too distracted to take anymore, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. Anything would have gotten me out of the office and into the field. The life of struggling private investigation assistance is a dirty one, but someone has to get the money shot, and that someone would be putting dinner on the table. I leaned closer, focusing in on the intertwined figures in the motel parking lot.
Click.
Gotcha.
The perils of affairs too sizzling to be seen by daylight. I had it. Time to pack up and go.
I turned on to the street that housed my sort-of-boss and world-renowned private investigator, Algernon “Algie” Keith, otherwise know as the most useless and inflated PI in the county. As I pulled up, I noticed a high-end Mercedes parked outside the office in my usual spot. While Algie did attract some high-end clients, most of our patrons were wondering if their spouse was cheating on them, or keeping things (such as small time prostitution rings in one notable case) from them. When I entered, I saw a man in a tailored, light grey suit and well-polished shoes. He had graying hair and a slight moustache, and an air of importance. The fact that he was sitting in our slightly ratty armchair across from Algie only highlighted the unmistakable sense that he didn’t belong. Algie, on the other hand, was clearly in state of over-exasperation, his patchy grey hair extending at every possible angle, and his weathered face a...
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...ject down on his desk, just as Mr. Marcus and several other directors entered the room. “I am not,” I emphasized.
“He is cheating on my daughter! He doesn’t deserve even half his position in this company! Did he tell you that?! Did he?” Mr. Kalihand exploded, “he a curse on the name of this company! He deserves to crawl on his belly like the snake he is.”
Mr. Kalihand lunged for Mr. Marcus but was caught by two security guards, who began to take him away.
“I bet he didn’t even call the police,” I deduced, “I bet he was banking on my boss’s incapability to solve this case. And I would bet,” I said addressing the bored of directors, “that there is a planted briefcase in Mr. Marcus’ office right now.”
Mr. Marcus came up to me, pale and shaken “How can I ever repay you? You salvaged my reputation.”
I turned around to face him, “A bonus,” I said and winked.
The warm wind blew my hair back, while I listened to the chatter and thumps from the steps on the wooden walkway. Car horns occasionally sounded as they passed by up the road. Colorful sail boats provided a picturesque background. Paris had his camera wrapped around his neck and was focused on the glowing sunset. We sat on a black swinging chair, facing the rippling water that held the sunset’s warm reflection. Paris scrolled through the pictures on his black professional camera.
In the fact pattern provided, Mark Quickdraw, a detective is conducting an investigation case whose main mission is to capture a drug dealer named Sally Martin. Detective Quickdraw relies on what he heard about the drug dealer. That leads him to believe that she will be selling cocaine in the street she lives in. In connection to his belief, that shows the reasonable suspicion he had towards the drug dealer. Followed by reasonableness, he sends an informant Sneak Pete to her residence with police money in attempt to buy cocaine. The informant comes back and hands over a small bag of cocaine he obtained from a man in the residence. He also informs the detective that he suspects the drug dealer to be having amounts of drug since he observes a white plastic bags and digital scales. Not satisfie...
It was a peaceful day here in Times Square, Jordan, Hannah and I had been taking a walk to our favorite hot dog stand when we got there the hot dog vendor had been robbed! All of us were furious because this was our favorite hot dog stand. We promised Tanner, the hot dog vendor, that we would find the culprit. First we looked around the crime scene to see if we could find clues. The first clue we found was a phone number and a business card that read “Mario’s Hot Doggeria” we suspected the suspect had something to do with “Mario’s Hot Doggeria” so we went there. When we arrived, Mario the owner of the place told us he has been robbed too. We wondered if the person who robbed Mario was the same person who robbed Tanner. We asked Mario to describe the culprit “I never got to see
The first 30 pages establish the protagonist’s ordinary life, as he rises in ranks within a brutal drug cartel organization. This domain is depicted as violent and seduction. There’s betrayal, double crosses, romance, and murder. All of these elements fit appropriately for this type of world.
The idea of a detective catching an elusive convict or solving an improbable crime has been prevalent in all corners of the world, spread throughout many cultures and societies. The detective genre is held as the idea that an individual has to solve a crime. This detective usually has nothing to gain from solving the crime, but they see it more as an obstacle. The detective doesn’t always take every case, as human beings, we are too often curious of the impossible; our natural instinct is to question why and how things work in this world. People crave mystery, to taste a bit of improbable, to see what the detectives see, to see what is overlooked by many. The idea of an intelligent witty, sharp “sleuth” with an obedient sidekick has been prevalent
Nearby Alfred Bello and Arthur Bradley were breaking into a factory. Bello was the lookout, and his exact location - inside or outside the bar - would be a point of concentration for the next twenty years. The police arrived at the bar within minutes. They took statements from Marins, Valenine, and Bello. Not one of them said they had seen Rubin Carter, one of Paterson’s most well-known citizens, at the scene. A police bulletin radioed officers to be on the lookout for a white car with two black men inside.
Before the methods of investigation can begin the detective must acquire a case, which is no easy task. Private investigators rely on their own marketing and advertising. The most common cases P.I.’s are presented with are the unsolved and/or forgotten cases left over from the justice system or suspicious wives in pursuit of catching their cheating husbands. Gender importance is prevalent from the very beginning of the book. The mother of the victim, Janice Kepler knocks on the door. “Is this Millhone Investigations?” Millhone replies “We’re closed, is there anyway you could come back tomorrow and I’ll setup an appointment for you once I check my book?” “Are you his secretary?” “I tried not to sound irritated since the mistake is not uncommon, I’m him.” (4).
The case of Barry Muldano is true and almost the following day his photo is in all the papers. Barry Muldano hires men to threaten the Sway family. They burn the Sway's trailer and threat Mark with a knife. It works, Mark understands that h...
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My eyes flit back and forth along the conveyor, scouring the endless succession of case after case for the small, black briefcase – but it doesn’t appear. I clench my fists, and I can feel my palms moistening. The seconds are dwindling away, and I can prevent them no more than the tumultuous thud of my heartbeat. I need that case. Right now, I don’t have the luxury of time.
Officer Wren unfortunately made plans to be corrupt before ever joining the police force. He met Mardjaee through a mutual acquaintance while working at a Discount Tire on 32nd Street and Cactus Road in 2008. Once Wren became an officer, he and Mardjaee set up meetings with each other on two separate occasions. In the first meeting, Wren dressed in street clothes and met Mardjaee at a Home Depot in ord...
Cohle obtains aspects of a detective those Hart wishes he had. In Hart’s words, “Cohle is a natural po-lice.” No matter how much he learns from Cohle, he will never have the true talent and sheer expanse of knowledge that Cohle possesses. In the same line of thought, Cohle can be better understood in relation to Hart. In a less obvious way, Hart has what Cohle needs. Hart is able to compartmentalize his life; he can separate a case from his family, go home, and be present without his work following him. For Cohle, there is no separation from his work and person life. Here, there are two complementary persons, who like magnets both attract and repel one another. Hart can be thought of as not having enough self-knowledge, while Cohle is burdened with too
I spent a lot of time considering what movie I would watch to write this essay. I listed off the movies that I would like to watch again, and then I decided on The Notebook. I didn’t really think I could write about adolescence or children, so I thought that, maybe, I could write about the elderly. The love story that The Notebook tells is truly amazing. I love watching this movie, although I cry every time I watch it. The Notebook is about an elderly man that tells the story of his life with the one he loves the most, his wife. He is telling the story to his wife, who has Alzheimer’s Disease, which is a degenerative disease that affects a person’s memory. She has no recollection of him or their life together, or even her own children. She wrote the story of their love herself, so that when he read the story to her, she would come back to him. There are three things that I would like to discuss about this movie. First, I would like to discuss their stage of life and the theory that I believe describes their stage of life the best. Second, I would like to discuss Alzheimer’s DIsease and its affect on the main character who has it and her family. Third, I would like to discuss how at the end of the movie, they died together. I know it is a movie, but I do know that it is known that elderly people who have been together for a long time, usually die not to far apart from one another.
Pos-Ho. Critical survey of mystery and Detective Fiction. Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey Salem Press, 1988. pgs 1332-1337
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.