I sighed exhaustively, “Yet another rainy night and yet another crime scene”.  After 20 years on the job, 15 as a detective, I was exhausted.  Every day was the same, I show up to place X, examine evidence Y, talk to witness Z, and sometimes I got to give closure to person W. I never expected that formula to change honestly. Tonight would make me rethink that thought process entirely. I mean, it’s not every day you find out your husband hired a hit-man to kill you.

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I could see the scene as I drove up. I wasn’t in much of a hurry, admittedly, I stopped by the coffee shop on the way there. The block was dark; a few of the street lights had been shot out. I remember thinking, “That seems like a lot more people than normal.” You come to know which parts of town certain things are most likely to happen in, and this type of crime wasn’t all that surprising here. Don’t get the wrong idea though, we aren’t Detroit or Chicago. We don’t get these calls every night but you still aren’t surprised by some things.

When I arrived, my partner was already there. He is still new, and trying to prove himself, so he always seems to get to scenes before me, when we aren’t together; Tonight I had personal matters to tend to. I approached him, as I normally do in these cases, feeling slightly annoyed by his eagerness and passion for the job. I let him take the lead, the kid still needs to be trained and I used to have his drive once upon a time.

“What’ve we got tonight?” I asked, knowing he would already have a theory worked out.

“I don’t really know what to make of this one boss.” he replied. This took me back for a second; I might actually have to work tonight. “Well, walk me through the details” I told him, as I switched into ‘actually caring about my job’ mode.

“Well,” he said “we have a single victim with a double tap, one through the back of the head, and the other through the neck where the brain meets the spine.”

The reason this raised eyebrows is because that means this was a hit. Normal “gang-bangers” don’t kill someone like this, only a well-trained person does. This raised the next question, “who is this guy then?”

“Not quite sure yet. I sent a patrol officer back to the precinct with finger prints to run them through the system.” He paused after that though, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. Something about this didn’t feel right to me and I could tell it didn’t to my partner either. I asked, “Did you find the weapon?” This seemed to jar him out of his train of thought causing him to stare at me blankly for a minute almost, like he was surprised to see me. “No, and we also didn’t find any shell casings”

“A revolver then, possibly?”

“What?” he replied.

“A revolver.” I said again, “They don’t expel shell casings after you fire a shot.” I continued as he looked at me in a ‘ curiosity struck the cat’ kind of way. “The only other option would be that, or the shooter walked up behind this person, shot him twice in the back of the head, knelt down and picked up the shell casings, and just walked away.”

“Which leads me to my next question. Was there any witnesses?”

“In this neighborhood, I didn’t even think to ask.  No one ever sees anything.” he muttered out.

“I don’t really care what your prejudices would dictate the people of this area would or would not see. Now go start questioning people, and try to get some solid leads.” I was surprised by the words and the tone that came out of my own mouth. I felt for a moment like I did all those years ago when I truly had a passion for this job. When I started out and wanted to make a difference or bring someone’s killer to justice. I wasn’t about to apologize though, because what I said was correct. Even if it was unexpectedly coming from me.

I decided to take a look at the street lights. It seemed odd that so many would be out, on this particular block, all at the same time. You could look at the next block on either side of this one and see there were lights out, but not like this. Something was up. The lights being out, the execution style shooting, no bullet casings… this person was a pro. This worried me, because people like this know how to no be found. Which means with our limited resources, they probably won’t be found.


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