One For All, All For None

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

A detective has a highly questionable view on organized crime. While working on a case, he discovers how his view truly pertains to the true thing.

I often wonder, what keeps criminals loyal? The common answer would be money. What if you're rewarded for turning your partners in? The answer of money quickly becomes irrelevant. Honour among thieves. Some would say there is no honour among thieves, others would argue the opposite point. My perspective is their is no right answer. Why am I speaking to myself right now? To catch a criminal you have to think like one. When you are holding secrets that can potentially put someone and jail for life, yourself is usually your best friend. So why am I talking to myself? To catch a criminal, you have to think like one.

  3 suspects.One of them is connected with a highly dangerous criminal syndicate. We can and will catch the rest. One of these men is high ranking in this syndicate. Now a common person would think to catch the rest of them you'd first have to find the leader. The truth of the matter is the contrary. I did find out who each and every major player in that syndicate was. How? Well that's where our story begins.

 I sat down at the interrogation table with the first suspect. He looked at me, no nonsense in his eyes. He looked prepared for any question I could throw at him. Rather confident if I do say so myself. "Apples or Oranges?" I asked him. "What?" he asked. "Apples or Oranges?" I asked again. "Personally I prefer oranges due to my sensitive teeth, how 'bout you?" "Oranges...I guess." He answered. That was all I needed. I gave the signal to the officer outside to bring him to his cell

 The next suspect looked rather nervous. Afraid if I gave my personal observation. He sat down. I leaned back in my chair a bit, and asked the following question. "Dogs or cats?" "What?" He asked  "Dogs or cats, which do you prefer? Personally I prefer dogs due to their friendliness, how 'bout you?" "I prefer cats sir. My wife loves them. I didn't at first, but being around them so much, they grew on me." he answered. I gave the signal to the gaurd to bring this one back to his cell.

 The next suspect walked in with the eyes of a killer. I didn't even need to ask him any questions. I immediately gave the signal for the officer to take him back to his cell. I walked up to the 3rd suspects cell with a stool. I sat the stool down and took a seat. The 1st and 2nd suspects cells were in front of (behind me) and next to his. I pulled out my pocket watch to clean it. The glass gave off a reflection, like a mirror of sorts. "Let me ask you sir... do you know Richard Cloverfield?" I asked him. "No sir, no I don't. I do hang out at the local tavern a lot. Lots of talk about him being a very dangerous man". He responded. "Don't lie to me. I know you have been involved with them. Richard Cloverfield, Jon Marrinova, Clark Baytemen." I prodded on. Before the man could even answer, I turned around to face the 1st suspect in his cell.

 "Officers, may you please release the 2nd and 3rd suspects." The officers did just that. The first suspect was him, the godfather so to speak. I found the other 3 leaders of the syndicate due to my personal investigation. Their names were not even on police record. I needed confirmation to conduct further investigation. Due to them, I found the ring leader. While I was interrogating the 3rd suspect at his cell, I was using my pocket watch to observe the 1st suspect. With every name I mentioned, his eyes widened, shocked that his accompises were found out. That was all of the confirmation I needed. How did I know it was him?

 When I asked him "Apples or Oranges" he responded with "Oranges...I guess." The key thing was the I guess. He was putting up a mental wall for his answer right there. The only reason you would put up a mental barrier to hide something as trivial as whether you like apples of oranges could only mean one thing. You have something to hide. I already knew it was him, I just needed proof.

 Due to this I can come to this conclusion. Honour among theives both exists and does not. It exists consciously. You have to think about it to be their but subconsciously it does not. I believe everybody believes in making the "right" decision, they just hide that behind walls. Most people try to break down these walls by using force. Constantly prodding and prodding for answers. When in reality, it is smartest to go around the walls to find the truth.


Submitted: March 06, 2016

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