The Adventures of Tack

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is the first in the series about Tack, who is the captain of his police precinct and the crimes he attempts to solve.

Tack rolled up outside to the house he had been called to check up on. He opened the door to his banged up police car and strode down the long pathway to ‘301 Montana Avenue’ his large steel cap boots tapping lightly as he manoeuvred his way up the path. As Tack approached the oak front door he noticed it had been left cracked open, Tack immediately removed his shiny colt revolver from his worn leather holster. The large gun was mammothed in his huge hands . As he opened the door it let out a loud creak and from inside the house came a smashing sound. Tack had been in the force for 20 years and during his time there he had worked his way up from a lowly street officer to captain of his precinct. The house inside was dark and musty, Tack’s flashlight flickered as he searched the entrance way for clues. The light landed on a picture of a blonde haired woman and two young kids. Tack let out a sigh. Suddenly there was another crashing sound from inside the kitchen. He moved his way into the kitchen, the barrel of his gun leading the way into the room. Once again Tack’s flashlight searched the room for any evidence of the crime that had occurred. This time his flashlight landed on a ginger cat sitting in what appeared to be a pool of water, smashed plates laid scattered over the floor. “Get out of here Watso n” Tack murmured to the cat as it scurried out the front door, leaving red footprints as it moved. Tack walked his way over to where the cat had been sitting. “Blood” Tack spoke to himself as he felt a sense of imminent danger looming. A sense of urgency appeared in his dark brown eyes. As he turned into the hallway his long leather jacket whipped up and sent the picture of the lady and her children smashing to the ground. Tack moved into the first room, there were pictures of fire trucks and action heroes sprawled across the walls. On the floor was a miniature toy truck and the imprint of where the young boy had been playing. Tack picked up the toy truck and squeezed it tightly in his hand and he gazed at the spot where the young boy had been taken from. The second room belonged to the other boy in the picture that now lay broken on the floor. Inside the room there was an obvious sign of a struggle and there were blood spatters along the wall. Broken pictures lay on the floor. Tack noticed a picture of a young dark eyed police officer standing proudly next to the young boy. His gaze was distracted by the sight of bullet holes in the glass door leading out onto the quiet suburban street. The street lights illuminated the road and Tack could see his police car sitting alone. There was only one room left in the hallway and as Tack approached, he paused briefly with his hand on the door knob before slowly opening the door into the large room. Tack froze, looking straight into the eyes of the blonde lady from the photos. Her eyes full of terror and fear. She was hanging from a wooden ceiling supporter in the middle of the room, with a note stapled to her chest. “Donna!” Tack shouted as he rushed over to the hanging body, “What happened to you?” She was white; her eyes red and bloodshot. There were bullet holes in her chest and her white blouse was blood soaked. The wedding ring Tack had given to her 30 years ago was still on her wedding finger. Tack cut her loose from the wood and the body flopped onto the ground. Tack slipped the ring off her finger and into his pocket and he knelt over the corpse, tears welling in his eyes. After a few minutes he heard a whimpering noise coming from the wardrobe. Tack jumped up and pushed the doors open to find the two boys cowering behind a pile of clothes. “Are you both ok?” asked Tack, as the two young boys quivered in fear. “What happened to mummy?” The younger boy asked. “She’s asleep” replied Tack as he lifted the boys up and shuffled them out of the room, making sure to keep their mother out of sight. As they left the room Tack looked over his shoulder at his wife lying on the ground. He tucked the note away in his pocket and whispered, “I will avenge you .”


Submitted: December 16, 2014

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Ben A Vanguarde

Nice storytelling but technically there are many problems. Police Captains are executives and do not go out on calls routinely. That task is for the lower patrol officers and follow up is for detectives. He would not disturb a crime scene by cutting down the body and removing a ring. Since the 1990's most police carry semi-automatic pistols, and not revolvers, to give them more firepower. Paragraphs would be nice. Let's see where you take this story. I do applaud your writing.

Thu, December 18th, 2014 5:28pm

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Hi there, thank you for your insightful comments.*spoilers* All the technical issues you mention are true but in the case of the victims being Tack's family I would think all these standard protocols would "go out the window." I'm very glad you enjoyed the story, I will be updating it with more parts in the future so keep posted!

Thu, December 18th, 2014 4:37pm

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