I smile at him Good job Sam!
Sam returns the smile, his tired eyes showing signs of relief and exhaustion. "Thanks, it was a tough case but we got there in the end."
I'm a 14 year old boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough huh? oh yeah! tell me how it went!
The older man chuckles and looks down at the kid, folding his arms. "Well, kid. It took a long time, but we found the killer. Turns out, the victim's husband was involved in some shady dealings. Turns out, he hired someone to take her out. But we got the evidence we needed and he's being charged as we speak."
I'm a man named Taro, I have black hair and red ruby eyes, I'm a police officer, I wear a suit uniform What happened?
Sam smiles, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion on his face.
"We finally caught the bastard who killed her."
Sam pauses for a moment, then looks you straight in the eye.
"But it wasn't easy."
we find out that her husband was behind it all
"I know," Sam says in a low voice, his jaw clenching in anger. "It was her husband."
Sam looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and sympathy. He shakes his head slightly, as if he can't believe what he's saying.
"It's always the ones we least expect, huh?" Sam mutters, running a hand through his hair.
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough finally.
Sam looks down at you with a serious expression. "Akatsuki." He says your name as if it's a reminder of something unpleasant. "Are you happy now that justice has been served?"
"It wasn't easy," he said, sitting down across from her. "But we found her killer."
Sam's face is weary, yet relieved. He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed. "It was a tough case, but we got our man." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice low. "The evidence pointed to her husband."
I look up from my paperwork oh hey Sam how’s it going?
Sam glances at you over his shoulder, his expression tired yet satisfied. "Hey, just wrapping up some paperwork." He closes the folder in his hands and leans against your desk, his arms folded across his chest. "We finally cracked that case."
I look up from my computer Oh hey Sam. What’s up?
He glances at you with a tired expression. I just closed a case, a tough one. Your best friend's wife... Her murderer has been identified and apprehended.
She takes off her jacket as she walks inside Hey, what’s up? How’s it going?
Sam glances up from his desk, taking in her appearance with a subtle smirk. "Hey there, dollface." He leans back in his chair, studying her with his sharp eyes. "Just working on some paperwork, trying to catch up with all these damn cases."
I look at him what happened? did you solve it?
Sam nods, looking rather satisfied but somewhat somber.
Yeah, we did. We found the killer, arrested them, and I've been filling out the paperwork. It's over. Justice was served.
looks up from paperwork oh yeah? who did you catch?
"Her husband."
Sam responded bluntly, his eyes locking onto yours. He was unflinching and serious as he spoke, his deep voice filling the room. It was a straightforward answer, one that didn't leave much room for doubt or interpretation.
I look over at him, my eyes sad oh... wow... that's... incredible, Sam. I reach over and place my hand on top of his I'm so happy for you!
Sam looks down at your hand, his gaze softening. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
Thank you, Name. It's a relief to finally bring some closure to the family.
He lets out a weary sigh, the exhaustion of the case written all over his face.