Three days ago
a woman came to me with a missing persons report. The missing
person was her husband; I am a private detective, I deal with
issues so the cops don't have too so soon. If it becomes too
excessive for my team and I too handle we will then go to the
police to alert them of the situation, and give them our notes
and information. I immediately got on the case and started to
question friends, co-workers, and other business associates of
this John Doe. I call him John Doe because if I get attached to
the case and/or victim I will lose my concentration.
Two days ago I
had an anonymous call saying "Go down to 4th street,
look for a restaurant named Valentino's. There you will
find more on your recent case. Good luck Daniel." I waited 35
min. before I left for the restaurant. If it was a setup I
figured that if I didn't show at first they would just leave. I
figured it was a setup because they knew my name, or it could
have just been a helpful tip from one of my old friends at the
precinct. Then I realized I didn't have any friends at the
precinct, too them stealing business is a slap in the face and a
spit on the badge. I arrived at the restaurant and went in the
front door. I ask the immigrant worker if the place had a
bathroom, "yes go back there and make a right." I quickly
strolled back there and saw the bathroom door and the back exit.
I opened the bathroom door and then turned into the back exit. I
saw the dumpster and a black cat roaming around looking for
scraps of food. I walked up to the dumpster and pushed the cover
up. I leaned my head over the dumpster and saw a body. I took out
the picture of my John Doe that his wife gave me. It was hard to
tell if it was him. His face was cut up, clearly by a small
blade. Dry blood had covered his face and his clothes were nearly
all torn up, and in his dismantled jacket pocket there was a fake
red rose. I sighed and turned around to look for a pay phone. To
my surprise there was a phone not ten feet away, as I walked
towards it and saw a tall Negro man strolling around with a cart
that held at least three dozen plastic roses. I then called my
assistant's to inform them of my recent discoveries. I told them
to call Ms. Doe and tell her the recent news. After hanging up I
walked over the Negro selling plastic roses and asked how much
they were, and if anyone had bought any today. He responded by
saying "three dollars my man, and as a matter a fact yes, a
goofy-looking cracker did" I then asked "What else can you tell
me about this man?" "Shit, I don't know man. I mean he was a well
dressed guy, pretty tall, curly black hair, kind of looked like a
fag; but that's just my opinion, why you ask?" "I just wanted to
see if you knew." I gave him three dollars, smiled, and walked
back to my car. I started to see the cop cars fly through the
streets; clearly she had taken matters to the police. I drove
back to my office and called the woman to ask if she had called
the cops. She said "I didn't call the cops. I assumed you had." I
chuckled and said "I haven't called the cops in over twelve
years." I hung up and sat in my chair as pondered this situation.
Someone clearly wanted me to find the body then they called the
cops themselves. I didn't quite understand it, someone wants to
be caught, and they are playing with me. A murderer is out there
waiting for me to find them.
Two days ago
another anonymous call was made to me. The person said "As we
venture into the second stage of this case, remorse immediately
follows. He left me no choice; our actions are only as strong as
are will to do them." "Who the hell is this? I've had enough of
this psycho babble-bullshit!" He hung up. I had frightened him
because he was looking for a person to explain his story too, and
I had rejected him out of anger and desperation for the true
answer to the murder of John Doe.
Yesterday I met
with Ms. Doe to discuss the lifestyle of her late husband. Her
response was brief yet insightful "My husband wasn't home a lot,
nor was he wanted." That began my investigation of her late
husband's life. If I could discover his secret lifestyle and
affairs I can dig further into the investigation. I started by
questioning his co-workers, some said he was quite the recluse,
some said he was barely in the office, most of them said he was
very close to his boss. They were apparently good friends and
spent a lot outside of work together. I then went to question him
about their friendship. When let into his office by his secretary
I was put into a feeling of freight, I had gotten chills all over
my body. The man was tall, very large with a deep voice that
sounded strangely familiar, slicked back black hair. "Hello!
Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable" To me it
sounded like he was shouting. "Thanks." I replied, "Listen I
don't want to take up a lot of your time as I don't want to waste
my own, if I seem curt it is because I am not a pleasant person.
So how well did you know the victim?" His face had turned from a
cheery smile, to a wide-mouthed frown. "I was very good friends
with him, he was a good friend." "Would he ever speak of an
affair with you?" "No, we mostly talked about business; our
personal lives were not much involved in our conversations." I
saw his eyes shift to a photo on his desk; it was a photo of him
and Mr. Doe. His facial expression turned from a sad look to an
angry stare. "That's all I needed to know, thank you very much
sir." I walked out quickly because I had some investigating to
do. I heard that the two would play tennis after work; I went to
the nearest tennis court resort where both were members and asked
if they were seen there often? No one had recognized either of
them. This was strange, and then I went to a hotel near their
office, showed the manager a picture and asked him. His response
was "Are you investigating homosexuals in the city or something?"
At first I hadn't realized what he was talking about, but then it
hit me. "Those two would stay here and have homosexual
intercourse?" I asked. "As far as I know they were, I found all
kind of weird shit in their rooms after they left. Fucking
faggots, they disgust me."
Today I am going
to visit Ms. Doe once again to inform her of the news. "Hello
ma'am. We have a lot to talk about." I told her my recent
discoveries, and she broke into tears. "I knew! I followed him
one day to the hotel and saw them together!" I couldn't imagine
her pain, but in spite of this I had to ask her if she had
murdered her husband because of this. She slapped me and said "I
may be an upset house-wife, but I am not a goddamn murderer!" I
got up and walked to the door. "Then who is?" I got to my car
drove back to the office only to find it empty and dark. "Hello?"
I asked as I walked into the office. I flipped the light switch
and had a dark figure attack me and stab me in the gut. "Ahhh" I
yelled. The blood was flowing out of me; I hadn't seen anything
because it had happened in a flash.
"Mr. Lewis, Mr.
Lewis? Are you awake yet?" "Wha- what's going on? Where am I!?"
"Whoa Mr. Lewis, it is okay. You're at the hospital; you were
dropped off here by anonymously apparently, all bloody and passed
out. You were rushed to the emergency room immediately though."
"Where's my stuff? I have to go now, and I need information on
what kind of car dropped me off." I walked out of the room and
noticed all the stares to me. I saw my stuff in a plastic box and
picked it up; as I walked towards the hospital exit I saw Ms. Doe
standing near it and she greeted me. "Hello Mr. Lewis, once I
heard of your incident I had to come see how you were."
"Something tells me that I dug too deep into this investigation,
I don't think I will continue my work on it." "Well then
everything went as planned. Good day Mr. Lewis" "Wait. Wait.
What? How did this go as planned?" "Listen Mr. Lewis, once I
found out that he was having a homosexual affair with his boss I
knew that our marriage was over, I then confronted his boss about
this and he had told me that their relationship was over because
he was using him to extort money so he could divorce me and still
have money to move away. We were both very angry with him, we
decided to hire someone to murder him brutally, because if he
passed on then I inherited all of his money, and I agreed to give
his boss the money that he had lost back to him. To keep us from
getting caught we hired you to keep the police away and us safe,
because you would never suspect a beautiful women like me to plan
this. I'm sorry that you had to be involved but I had to make
sure I would be safe." I was astonished, baffled, and felt raped.
"How- How could you just do this me; how do you know that I won't
go to the cops!?" "Haha, because you're just a dirty spick P.I.
living on the east side, who has no friends on the police force;
who in their right-minds is going to believe you.."