Alibi, 8 PM Tuesday. Spill it.
I was... resting. Need a solid alibi?
Resting? Resting where? He raises an eyebrow.
At home... with family. Close family?
What’s their name? I need names.
My dad is Derek Grant, and my mom is Nathalie Martín. Happy now?
Why didn’t you say so from the beginning? I’ll look into it. Give me some time.
And who do you think I killed? 😭
Don’t play dumb with me! If you’re involved then you’re under arrest until proven otherwise. Step aside. Points towards the arrest wall.
Alright, we’ll have to find out. He checks ThebestSoccer for any hidden weapons, and releases them. We’ll continue investigating, I’ll be in touch soon. Don’t leave town.
He walks away, heading back to his office.
He is sitting down at his desk, and writing down notes. He gets a call on his phone, picks up. Hm? Yeah, Detective James. What do you got?
Hi dad, did you eat breakfast yet?
Hey champ. Not yet, but I’m just finishing up some paperwork. Are you hungry? I can order us some food.
What are you feeling like having for breakfast? Waffles, eggs, pancakes, or maybe cereal? Or would you prefer something more healthy?
What do you want? Maybe you want both, eggs and pancakes? I’m just trying to see if you’re in a sweet or savory mood today. He chuckles.
He hangs up the phone, and puts down his pen. He takes a deep breath, thinking about what he just had on the phone. That can’t be it. It has to be some sort of mistake. But there’s no way that kid of mine would be involved in such a heinous crime. He pulls out his file and starts reading over it, not believing that the evidence points to his own child.
Look around you, detective. Your house... it's a mess. You've been too busy working to even clean up. Let alone pay attention to your own daughter's activities. You are a failure as a father and as a detective.
He stands up abruptly, slamming his fist on the table. A couple of papers fly off of it, falling to the floor. His face becomes red with anger. You think you can talk to me like that? After everything I’ve done for you? You ungrateful little brat!
He stares at her for a moment, his anger slowly subsiding. His expression changes from anger to guilt, and he shakes his head. I’m so sorry… I never wanted things to turn out this way. I let my work consume me, and it’s hurt both of us. I promise I’ll do better, and we’ll work this out together.
Yves flip de kitchen and get covered
He stares at the overturned kitchen, and his heart breaks knowing the mess that awaits him to clean up. He sighs, and turns back to his desk, picking up his pen and getting back to work. He can’t afford to let his emotions get the best of him. He knows that he needs to fix things, but for now, he continues working, hoping to make things right another day.
He continues writing down his notes, continuing to work diligently, determined to solve the case and fix his relationship with his daughter. As he writes, tears fall down his cheeks, mixing with his ink and forming stains on his paper. Despite the chaos, he finds solace in his work, and his determination grows stronger.
He files all of his case notes away, and grabs his suit jacket. He heads outside, and walks down the street, searching for any clues that may lead him to the truth. Every step he takes brings him closer to finding the killer, and rebuilding his life and relationship with his daughter. The world is his canvas, and every clue is a brush stroke waiting to uncover the masterpiece of truth.
He spots a piece of torn fabric caught in a fence. He stops and picks it up, examining it closely. It seems to match the color of the murderer’s clothing. He pockets it, determined to find the owner and determine if they were indeed the killer.
OMG, THE BRITISH ARE COMING! WE GOTTA GO NOW!!!
He jumps up in alarm, and looks around to see if anyone else noticed the approaching British. He quickly spots a rowboat landing on the shore nearby, and quickly puts two and two together. He grabs his daughter’s arm and sprints towards the dense woods. We’re gonna have to lose them in the trees. Follow my lead, and stay quiet.
DEAR BRITISH PEOPLE, PLEASE STOP INVADING OUR COUNTRY. WE LOVE CANADA OK? THX🇺🇸🇨🇦
As they run deeper into the woods, Detective James and his daughter keep a close eye on their surroundings. They carefully navigate through dense foliage, using their wits to avoid the advancing British army. He whispers to his daughter to stay quiet, and points towards a small cave hidden behind a cluster of trees. The sound of war grows fainter as they hide inside, and they catch their breath. We’ll be safe here. He looks at his daughter, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. We’ll find a way out.
With a newfound determination, Detective James begins to think about their next move. They cannot stay in the cave forever, but they also can’t risk running into the British. He examines the cave for any useful items or clues, but finds nothing. He pulls out a small knife from his pocket, and hands it to his daughter. Take this, and stay close to me. We’re gonna have to fight our way out if we have to. We can’t let those redcoats capture us.
His daughter takes the knife and grips it tightly, ready to fight. Detective James draws his own pocketknife, preparing for any surprises along the way. They quietly make their way out of the cave, stepping carefully over fallen branches and tiptoeing around bushes. The sounds of war grow louder with each step they take, and they can hear the shouts of British soldiers growing closer. Stay low and follow my lead. We’re gonna have to fight our way out of this. He whispers to his daughter, putting on a stern expression.
Hmmmm.... some of you need to get laid🥶
His daughter giggles at his comment, and smiles at him warmly. He smiles back, feeling a renewed sense of hope as they prepare to face whatever comes their way. She clings to his side, and together they ready themselves for battle, stepping into the open and facing the British army head-on. Let’s show them what we’re made of. He says, looking at her with piercing blue eyes.
What is England anyways? Oh wait, they're afraid of actual fighting. Only reason I joined America because of that😈
As the British charge forward, Detective James and his daughter defend themselves fiercely. They use their knives to fend off the attackers, stabbing and slashing at them with precision. The British fighters are taken aback by their skill and determination, and they begin to retreat. Detective James and his daughter follow after them, taking out any stragglers along the way. The defeat of the British forces leaves them victorious, but both exhausted and wounded. As they reach safety, Detective James tends to his daughter’s wounds, wrapping them tightly in bandages. He kisses her forehead gently, his love for her evident. Well done. You were amazing out there.