Officer of Fang Street

On a cold Thursday night, a couple was walking on a windy night in a city named Nightmarsh. They were laughing and talking about a movie they had just seen and seemed to be having a good time. As they walked across the quiet neighborhoods of the city, they suddenly saw a dog barking. The man went to check on the dog as the dog seemed to be in distress. When the man approached the dog, he looked across the corner on Fang Street to see what the dog was barking at. When he finally got a good look at what it was, he jumped in surprise and horror.

About thirty minutes later, the city police were at the scene with yellow tape stretching over most of the street. One of the officers, named Richard Hatt, was investigating the area, looking for anything that could lead to a clue. Another officer, named Alfred Tine, was inspecting and guarding the area. After the couple found the body, they screamed, alerting the neighborhood to the grisly discovery.

Most of the neighbors were gathered around the body as the two officers inspected the scene. Officer Hatt had been digging through a local garbage can to find something that could be used in the investigation, but so far, all he found was moldy food and clothing that were full of holes. Officer Tine had to keep the locals from entering the crime scene, who were interested in the identity of the body.

Suddenly, a woman appeared and tried to enter the crime scene, but Officer Tine grabbed her and kept her away. “No,” she said, “that man is my brother.” “I need to see him.” The woman screaming and kicked as Officer Tine struggled to restrain her, and later threatened to arrest her if she tried to resist anymore. “Please he is my brother. You need to understand that I need to see him.”

Officer Tine was trying his best to be patient with the woman who continued to resist. “Lady, I need to remind you that this is a crime scene,” he said, “I am being very patient right now, but if you continue to struggle, I will have to arrest you for obstruction of justice and contaminating a crime scene.” “I will count to five, and if you do not stop struggling, you will be arrested.” The woman stopped resisting when he counted to three.

Officer Tine then called to Officer Hatt to see if he found anything. “Richard did you find anything,” he asked, “it’s three in the morning and I would rather finish this quickly.” Officer Hatt then called back, saying that he hadn’t found anything after about an hour of work.

“I have looked everywhere,” said Officer Hatt, “I looked in the garbage cans and even a few holes that I found, but I haven’t found anything that looks connected to the crime scene.” “I’ve been digging through garbage for so long that I think I will need to take an hour-long shower just to get rid of this smell.” Officer Tine then asked if he searched the nearby fire escape.

“I thought about it,” said Officer Hatt, “it doesn’t look safe to climb though.” “a lot of parts seemed to be heavily rusted.” Officer Tine then said that he would hold the platform steady if he searched it. “Alright, but if I get injured, you are walking back to the station.” As officer Tine stabilized the poor-maintained fire escape, Officer Hatt climbed it to look for anything out of the ordinary. To his surprise he did find something.

“Most of what I found obviously had been here for weeks,” said Officer Hatt, “the body here looks like it was only here for a few hours.” “I found a glove here, but it looks recent. There isn’t any dust or dirt on it, so it someone put it here recently.” As the two of them continued talking, a detective arrived at the scene.

“Officer Hatt,” said the detective who just arrived, who was named Thomas Crate,” what did you find.” Officer Hatt then told the detective about the glove he found, and about how it appeared to be recently placed in the area. “Alright, bag it in as evidence as soon as you can. Did you find anything else?” Officer Hatt replied saying that he didn’t find anything else that seemed tied to the dead body.

Detective Crate that changed the subject. “Did you see anyone that seemed suspicious around here,” asked the detective.” Officer Tine told him about the woman who tried to rush the crime scene, and that it wasn’t suspicious as it was the victim’s sister and that it wasn’t the first time they saw that. “Yea, family members would try to do that if they saw a dead relative. Did you see anyone else asking suspicious.” Officer Tine responded by saying that he didn’t see anyone else that would’ve been of interest.

The detective continued to press the subject. “I’ve been to a lot of crime scenes where there has been someone who comes to look and then quickly leave,” he said, “did you see anyone else like that.” Officer Tine replied by saying that he didn’t see anyone behaving that way, and that he needed to help Officer Hatt with his search. “Alright, I will be here if you need me. I’ve been doing this for about ten years; you can ask me if you need help.” Officer Tine then thanked him for the offer, and said that if he needed help, he would ask him for it.

The detective then proceeded to search the crime scene, including where Officer Hatt found the holes, which he and Officer Tine assumed were dug by local vagrants. “Did you find anything here,” asked the detective. Officer Hatt responded by saying that he searched the area multiple times but only found a few handfuls of garbage. “Yea, these holes are typically only used by vagrants to hide random pieces of trash.

The detective continued to look around the alley before finally asking the two officers about the body. “Did you find anything regarding the body,” he asked, “any wounds or markings that seemed peculiar. The two officers then explained that it appeared that the victim had been choked to death, most likely by a piece of rope as there was a rope marking around the victim’s neck surrounded by bruises.

“Do we know anything else about the victim,” asked the detective. The two officers then replied that they didn’t find anything strange about the victim. What they did know was that he was in his thirties and worked at a local convenience store. As for his criminal record, he had been in jail briefly for a traffic violation, but that was all they found regarding criminality. The two officers continued, saying that the victim’s name was Gary Vero, and that while he briefly attended college, he did not graduate.

The detective then asked if they had searched his pockets. “Did you guys find anything there,” he asked, “there have been a few times where the department found important clues in the victim’s clothing.” The two officers were clearly tired about answering questions, but they replied that they searched his pockets when they first arrived at the scene but didn’t find anything. Detective Crate, who could tell that the two were fed up with questions, stopped and continued to search the alley for clues.

Detective Crate continued to search the area for any clues and managed to find something interesting near the end of the street. “Hey, look at this,” the detective called to the two officers. The officers then paused their search in the fire escape and went to where the detective was. The detective then showed them a knife with dried blood on it. The area where he found it was just outside of the crime scene, meaning that Officer Hatt just barely missed it during searches, but the officer remained unconvinced of the finding.

“That is strange,” he said, “the knife is farther away, but I shouldn’t have missed that when I was searching the area.” “Even if it was hidden under a pile of garbage, I would’ve found it because it would’ve reflected light from a nearby lamp.” Detective Crate then tried to explain the situation, saying that when he found it, it was buried under a few inches of garbage, and that he was searching in areas that the officer hadn’t yet searched. Officer Hatt seemed satisfied with the answer and agreed to bag the knife but had more questions.

“This is strange,” he said, “we didn’t find any stab or slash wounds on the victim,” he said. Officer Hatt then said that the knife could’ve belonged to victim who tried to throw it away later. “That could happen.” Officer Hatt seemed to be uncertain about the answer, but so far seemed to believe that it was a plausible one. Suddenly, another officer arrived on the scene to talk to the three of them with news about the glove they had just found.

The officer then explained that the glove didn’t belong to the victim as the hairs found in the glove belonged to someone else. Officer Hatt and Tine then became convinced that they had a clue leading to the murder even though Detective Crate remained unconvinced. “I’ve been to this street many times,” he said, “vagrants throw trash and other randoms things here all the time.” “Could just be another time belonging to a vagrant that he ended up forgetting.”

The two officers agreed with the detective that it was a possibility, but they wanted to keep the glove in the department just in case. Detective Crate then asked the officer if they found anything else interesting about the glove. The officer then explained that the glove was too small to belong to the victim, and that it was from a brand that could be bought from a local store. Other than that, the officer said that they didn’t find anything else about it. The detective then thanked him and continued to comb the alley for anything suspicious while the two officers resumed searching the fire escape.

After about five minutes, Detective Crate told the two officers that he was heading back to the precinct to finish paperwork. The two officers then thanked him for his help, and the detective then quietly left the scene in his car. The drive back to the precinct wasn’t an easy one for the detective as many of the roads leading back were out-of-service due to a storm earlier that caused a great deal of damage to nearby structures and trees. The detective had to drive past not only fallen trees, but also vehicles damaged during the storm that still needed to be repaired.

When he returned to his office, the detective opened a file which also contained a picture of the victim. As he continued to read the file, it became clear that not only did he know the victim, but he had also deliberately hidden the file from the rest of the department in a secret compartment in his suitcase. As he continued to read, the file illustrated that the detective was part of a criminal group with the victim, and the two of them sold drugs across the city for months.

When the detective confirmed that he was alone, he then began to talk to himself about the victim. “I made a lot of money selling drugs with that guy,” he said, “I think I made almost a million dollars working with him and hid the money in offshore bank accounts.” “We had a good thing going until he started to become greedier.” As the detective continued to read the file, it illustrated the plan the detective had to quietly dispose of his partner who was quickly becoming a liability.

In the part of the file that was about plans for the slaying of his partner, it showed that the detective had been following him for weeks, even prior to the detective becoming paranoid of him. “I knew that he lived alone, and that was ideal for me when coming up with a plan to get rid of him,” the detective said to himself, “the problem as that he also lived in an apartment complex where there were plenty of other residents, so I needed a way to reach his apartment without anyone noticing that a detective was in the building.”

As the file continued, it revealed the plans the detective had to get rid of his partner. “I asked the apartment manager about times when the building was at its most busy,” the detective said to himself “I obviously didn’t wear my detective uniform for that, and when he asked why I was interested in that, I told him that my nephew was a drug addictive and anything that happened between us I wanted to keep private.” “The manager was foolish enough to trust me, so I learned when the best time was to finally get rid of him.”

The detective continued to talk to himself although this time, it was with a dourer tone. “I have an informant on the streets who tell me what I want to know for a small price,” he said, “usually it was for a pack of cigarettes.” “He told me that a certain dealer named Gary was becoming more unstable and paranoid and even said that he even knew stuff that could be dangerous.” “It meant that I needed to take him out soon, or he could expose my activities.”

As the detective continued to read the file, it became clear that he was near the end of it. “I hid weapons in a secret compartment in my trunk for situations like this,” he said to himself, “I had a crowbar and a garrote, and I didn’t expect much resistance once I reached his apartment.” “After I did, I used a key that I swiped from Gary, expecting it to work. When it didn’t, I realized that he had changed the locks and I needed another way to get it.”

Detective Crate continued the story, and it became clear he was nearing the end of it. “Fortunately for me, a nearby window was open, and I remembered that Gary preferred keeping his windows open as well even when it was freezing,” he said, “I had done that before where I needed to climb from one open window to another.” “Once I was inside, I searched for him quietly, and I found him eating a burger on his couch.”

At this point, the detective was at the last few pages of the file. “I quietly snuck behind him and used the garrote on him when I was close him,” the detective said to himself, “he struggled and fought, and managed to open a door and try to escape through the building fire escape.” “It was how the glove came to be at the crime scene as he had kicked it out the door. It didn’t belong to him, but one of the junkies he sold drugs to.”

The detective was now on the last page of the file. “Gary continued to fight, and he was stronger than I expected,” he said to himself, “as I tried to finish him off with the garrote, it suddenly broke, so instead I kicked him off that part of the fire escape.” “The part of the platform near his apartment was relatively stable, so during the fight, no one was alerted to it.”

The detective then closed the file and put it back in his suitcase. “I planted the knife at the crime scene,” he said to himself, “it had the blood on a person from a different city on it, and I am confident that it will cause a great deal of confusion for this investigation. The detective then took the suitcase and headed for his car. “I plan on burning this file in my backyard tonight. I have done everything I can to make sure that there is no evidence that can lead back to me, including searching Gary’s apartment earlier.”