I walk up to her, and she bursts into tears in my arms. I loved her just like I did my own mother she practically raised me ever since my own mother died. All he had was my family and his mother, who could not stop crying. His father left when he was young, his grandparents were dead, and he had no siblings. The only family Casey had was his mother. Getting himself together, he repeated himself, “Casey Jacobs was murdered last night between 10 and 11 p.m.” Casey was murdered last night between 10 and 11 p.m.”
It’s better if we catch the guys that did this.” To everyone else, I was consoling Danny, but in reality, I was trying to hide the excitement I was feeling, to finally have another killer on the loose, to finally have another killer I could chase. “Ok then, there’s no time for you to be sulking about that. He then says, “Jeff, we got another murder case.” I ask him what’s wrong, but he can’t seem to find the words. My new partner, Danny, walks up to me, and I can already tell something is wrong by the solemn look on his face. I walked in, and it was silent, and all eyes were on me. My phone was going off non-stop, so I just turned it off and decided to deal with whatever it was at work. The following day I wake up and get ready to go to the office. I don’t bother to change or take a shower I just go to bed. I finally get home and throw my keys on the counter. Thankfully, I could brake before I hit it, I got out of my car, and then it ran away. On the last turn into my neighborhood, a shadowy figure jumps in front of my car out of nowhere. I get in my car and start to drive home although I am a little tired, there shouldn’t be any cars out this late. Casey and I have been friends since we were kids, and he’s basically like a brother to me. Stafford was a small town most people knew each other and took care of one another. “Nevermind, just come to me tomorrow first thing, it’s important. “Wait, Jeff, there’s something I wanna tell you.” “Alright, Casey, I got to wake up early for work tomorrow, so I’ll see you later.” There was a slight breeze, and Casey and I had just walked out of Joe’s Bar, ready to go home. It was the sixth of August I remember that night clearly, it was cold or at least colder than usual. I was a detective until the thrill of the chase was too much for me to handle. At least I was a detective, until that one night, until that one case ruined it all. But I think that my reason makes me a better detective in the end. Some find it sick, and so I usually answer with something like saving lives or catching criminals. The feeling of having someone hide from you and the look on their face when you catch them. I became a detective because of the thrill. Most people assume that I became a detective to help people, and they’re not wrong, but that was onl y a small part of the reason.