Hey, here is a short story I've worked on this weekend. I hope you like it!
Detective Porter
“Detective Porter” I had just arrived at the crime scene when i heard the voice. “Long time no see” Crap, it was Reynolds. Detective Reynolds was from a neighborhooding precinct, and he had always pissed me off. The first time we met had been on a case about a murder, a teenage girl had been shot in an alley. I had solved it without any help from Reynolds but he took all the credit, and ever since i had hated the guy.
“Reynolds, nice to see you again.” It really wasn't but i wouldn't risk anything on this case, it was New York fashion week and a high profile model had been found dead on a rooftop in brooklyn. This was the best case i had gotten all year and i was not going to lose it.
My partner, Mia Collins, had been talking to the medical examiner and was now walking towards me. “Her name was Megan Palmer, she died of a blunt force trauma to the head about 7 hours ago. We don't know much more yet, and please try not to but heads with Reynolds to much okey?” I looked over to Reynolds and saw him flirting with some police officer.
“I'll do my best, can we please focus on the dead person now?” I moved my eyes towards the body. She had been really pretty before she was murdered. I noticed that there was no purse anywhere, which there should be. We were up on a rooftop in brooklyn, which was strange because most models spend all their time in Manhattan. “We should find out what Megan was doing in brooklyn in the middle of the night.”
We spent all day trying to figure out what Megan was doing in brooklyn and talked to some of her friends, but we didn't find anything. Right now Mia was talking to Megan's best friend, Helen Smith. I was standing up against the wall a few meters away listening from a distance.
“When did you last see Megan?” Helen was sobbing probably thinking back on last night. It took her a while for her to answer and Mia handed her a tissue.
“I think i last saw her at this party we were at.” The makeup i assumed was from yesterday was running all over her face. She was wearing a black short dress and really high heels, i was quite sure she had spent the night out. “B..But she disappeared around 11”
“Do you know where she could have gone?” Helen looked like she was about to break and to be honest Mia looked quite annoyed by all the sobbing and crying.
“I have no idea! She never left a party without telling me before.” Helen was full on crying now so Mia gave her another tissue and told her she could go home now if she wanted to and gave her our information if she remembered something else. I walked back to my desk opposite to Mias and sat down. “So what did she say?”
“Timothy, i could see you listening to the conversation” Just as i was about to answer, my phone started ringing, i rolled my eyes at Mia before i picked up the phone.
“Detective Porter” I said as i answered the phone.
“Hi, it's Dr. Simmons. I found some suspicious fingerprints on Megan Palmers wrists.”
“Did they show up in the database?”
“Yes, they belong to a man named Daniel Jenkins”
“Thank you, call if you find something else” I hung up the phone and told Mia to find everything there is to know about Daniel Jenkins. He wasn't a hard man to find, so after already an hour we had a lot of information on him and decided to go check out his apartment.
When we got to the apartment we found him sitting on a couch checking his phone, he did not seem too surprised that we were there. We found her purse in a corner by the door after we had arrested him. When we started the interrogation Daniel told us Megan was his girlfriend and had come over last night but had left suddenly after she got a call, and forgot her bag there. I wasn't sure what to believe with this guy, he sounded pretty sure about his thing but Helen had never mentioned Megen having a boyfriend. I decided we needed to talk to Helen again after a discussion with Mia.
We called Helen over and over again but she never answered.
“We should go to her apartment and see if she's there” I said while standing up and grabbing my coat.
“Sure” Mia joined me as i started walking. “But we have to be back by 7, I have that date then remember?” If there was one thing i knew about Mia Collins it was that she loved to go on dates. I never liked going on dates, plus it was hard with all the work i was doing. Sometimes I was amazed by how much Mia could do in such short time.
We went to her apartment but no one was there, but she had a calendar on the kitchen table and she was supposed to be at a fashion show right now. After 20 minutes of arguing about Mia pushing up her date we were on our way to the show. As soon as we got there i started asking around for her, and i found her in a dressing room looking at some very colorful dressed. When she saw me she got a terrified look in her eyes, almost like she'd just seen a ghost.
“Ms Smith? Are you okey?” The look quickly disappeared.
“I don't know, why are you here? Did something happened?”
“Could you come with me to the station?” Now she looked terrified again, there was something strange about her, but i couldn't figure it out. All the sudden she was trying to run away from me, but it did not take long for me to catch her. I called Mia and we brought her back to the station were we interrogated her.
Helen had found out Megan was planning to move to Los Angeles with her boyfriend Daniel, and she had gotten really mad about it. After they had fought at a party, Megan had left and went over to Daniels, but Helen had called her begging her to come meeting her at a friends place. When Megan got there they went up to the roof and Helen hit her in the head with a crowbar that she had then hid.
