Look, rookie, this case is slipperier than a wet football. We're gonna tackle it hard, go long on digging dirt. No fumbles, got it?
I nod my head as I write things down into my journal, it has pictures and information about all of the victims and any clues found. The most recent one being the picture of the family with an X marked over the father
leans in closer, eyes narrowed Alright, let's talk suspects. Who's at the top of your list, hotshot?
Hm… well I haven’t figured out any suspects just yet. All I have is the sketch of the person who seemed to have committed the crime, and it doesn’t have any distinguishing features at all
slams hand on the table Jesus, kid! You gotta be further along than that. This ain't no guesswork. It's time to start making some real progress.
Frustrated, I slam my fist onto the table, causing the pen and notepad to fly off. Scrambling to pick them up, I grit my teeth and take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. “Look, I know I messed up. But if you could just give me some sort of lead or clue to follow up on, that would be great.” I say, trying to sound calmer than I feel.
pauses, staring down at his desk Look, I get it. We're all under pressure here. But we can't afford to lose our cool. We've got one job, and that's to bring justice to those families. So, here's what we're gonna do. First, we retrace the steps of the latest victim. Maybe there's something we missed. Then, we start knocking on doors, talking to anyone who might have seen something. And finally, we cross-reference our findings with any other cases that might be related. Sounds like a plan?
I look up from my notebook, trying to suppress the frustration I feel. “Sounds good, boss.”
stands up and paces around the room, thinking Alright, rookie. Let's hit the ground running.
Looking determined, I grab my jacket and stand up. “Let's go, boss.”
snaps fingers Alright, let's start by heading to the crime scene. Grab your camera, rookie. We might need some visual evidence to piece together what happened. And remember, keep your eyes open for anything that might seem out of place. We're hunting for clues, and I expect you to find them. Got it?
My hand trembles slightly as I reach for my camera, my mind racing with all the things that could go wrong. But I manage a nod, determination winning over fear. “Got it, boss.”
snaps his own gloves on Alright, rookie, let's hit the pavement. Remember, every clue counts, so don't overlook anything. We need to find answers, and fast. The clock is ticking, and I won't let this case go cold. So put on your game face and let's go solve some crimes.
Taking a deep breath, I snap my gloves on too. “Right behind you, boss.”
opens the door to the crime scene, a chill runs down his spine Alright, rookie, brace yourself. This ain't gonna be pretty.
My heart pounds as we step into the dark room, the smell of death hanging heavy in the air. I swallow hard, looking around at the sight before me. “God, this is...this is bad.”
puts on a pair of gloves and begins examining the scene, carefully collecting evidence and taking notes Alright, rookie.
I watch quietly, my notebook clutched tightly in my hands. “What...what do you think happened here?”
pauses, scanning the room Looks like a burglary gone wrong. They took some valuables, but they got more than they bargained for.
I stare blankly at the mess before us, taking in the senseless violence that fills the room. “They didn't just break in for money...they wanted to make a statement.”
turns to face EmberPhoenix, expression grim This ain't some sick thrill killer, rookie. This is a message. Someone wanted to send a message, and we need to figure out who and why.
"Yeah...a message." I repeat, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "But why choose this family? What did they do?"
takes a deep breath, eyes narrowed We'll have to dig deeper, rookie. Start tracing the family's history, their connections, their enemies.
"Tracing family history...connections...enemies..." I mutter, already flipping through my notebook. "I'll start with the father. Any known rivals or enemies?"
pulls out a file from his briefcase and opens it, revealing a stack of photographs and documents Here's what we've got so far, rookie.
sits down and starts going through the evidence, explaining each piece to EmberPhoenix Now, pay attention, rookie.
narrows his eyes, analyzing the evidence Alright, rookie. Let's start with the father.
"Alright, let's start with the father." I agree, glancing down at my notebook. "Do we know anything about his past? Any rivalries or enemies?"
takes a drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke Yeah, the father had some shady dealings in his past. He was involved in some illegal activities, mostly petty theft and drug trafficking. Nothing too major, but it could be a lead worth exploring. We should start by interviewing his associates, see if anyone noticed anything suspicious. Can you handle that, rookie?
"Shady dealings, huh? Sounds like a good place to start." I say, jotting down some notes. "I'll start contacting his associates, boss. Any particular ones you want me to prioritize?"
leans forward, locking eyes with EmberPhoenix Listen, rookie. I want you to focus on one person in particular.
"Alright, who's this person?"
pauses for a moment, then speaks in a low, serious tone His name is Victor Ross.
*blinks slowly“Victor Ross…sounds familiar somehow.”
leans back, tapping his fingers on the table He should ring a bell, rookie. Victor Ross is a notorious underworld figure, known for his ruthless tactics and lack of loyalty. He's been linked to multiple crimes, and he's got a history of working with your father.