The Work Of DS William Thomas

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
the story of london's best detective, ds william thomas.
in the start of this series, ds william, is to find the man behind the brutal windsor murders.

Submitted: July 28, 2016

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DS William Thomas, the best London has to offer, solving some of the hardest cases London has to offer. At the age of 45 Thomas has had over twenty-two years of experience, turning up to crime scenes with his short trimmed, black-grey hair and his black £200 suit. Not forgetting his expensive Aston Martin DB5, in grey of course; however his smart looks and twenty-two years experience could not make things any easier for his next case...the Windsor murders of 2015. The day was a cloudy Friday at 6:00am. DS Thomas pulled up outside the office; expecting it to be quite this time in the morning. He stepped out his car and headed inside; stood by reception was chief commissioner Paul Campling. "Ahh, Thomas, pop into my office, something has come up" said Campling. "Thomas, there's been a body found down Oxford street, officers are on site, get down there as fast as possible." Campling said. "Do you know the person who has been found?" Replied Thomas. "Benjamin Windsor," Commented Campling. 45 minutes after leaving the station he arrived at the crime scene to be greeted by two PCSOs. "I'm going to looked around." Thomas stated; the PCSOs just nodded. The first place Thomas checked was the body. Leaning over the body he noticed that the body was laying in a pool of bark red blood, a cork screw sticking out the left side of the neck. The body was about 5ft 9", he appeared to be in his thirties, dark blond hair and what was a clean white shirt. Upon his shirt sat a piece of paper folded into a small square. Thomas unfolded the paper, to find typed upon it was the words 'This is just the start William Thomas, The Shadow'. "The Shadow" Thomas mumbled. This name was familiar to Thomas, he put a man named Michael Morrison who went by that name a few years ago. "Could it be him?" He continued to mumble. Thomas got up and went to his car. He picked up his radio and said "dispatch, this is detective Sargent William Thomas, badge 4437, get me the whereabouts of Michael Morrison" "Michael Morrison, Monocle Café" replied dispatch. Thomas sped off. Shortly, Thomas arrived, he entered the café. In a dark corner sat on his own was an older gentleman, with combed over grey hair. Thomas new it was him. "Mr Morrison, can I have a word?" Thomas asked with control. "Detective Sargent, long time no see. Take a seat, I have time," replied Morrison cockily. "Where where you last night?" Thomas asked. "I was at the bar with a couple of friends" Morrison smirkily replied. "Do you know a guy called Benjamin Windsor?" Thomas said quickly. "No!" Snapped Morrison. Thomas looked him in the eye. "Michael Morrison, I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Benjamin Windsor." Later, Thomas returned to his office, to find a note on his desk. 'South bank 11:00 pm. The Shadow'. He glanced at his watch; it was 10:30. He ran to his car and sped to south bank. It was 11:00 and dark down south bank, Thomas heard someone speak from the shadows, it was him. "This is the end detective. This is the end of my show, the final act," the figure came from the shadows; he was wearing a mask with a long nose coming from it and was wearing a black tuxedo. The figure pulled out a gun and pushed Thomas to the ground and pointed the gun at him. "This is where it ends Thomas." The shadow said. Thomas just stared him in the eye, before grabbing the gun twisting it out his hand hitting him over the head and made the arrest.


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