âThatâs the fifth one this monthâ said detective Daniel Jones looking down at the disfigured body of a middle aged woman lying on the floor, although conformed dead, she looked as if she could be sleeping. Jones walked over to the womanâs side and examined the body briefly until he came across something that shocked him immensely there was a large carving of the number 5 in the womanâs arm, in his time as a detective he had seen some gruesome sights and most people would have thought that he would be used to this by now but no every time it shocks him every single time it makes a chill go down his spine. Jones was almost at age with the woman, 40 and proud he always says, he has black hair and hazel eyes the kind of eyes that always seem to be x-raying you (useful as a detective) 20 years in the force doing what he does best .Jones had spotted something moving amongst the greenery he walked towards it keeping his eyes focused on the spot that moved however it did not move again therefore he though maybe the dim lighting might be making him see things, Jones continued examining the crime scene the wind was weather was beginning to lose patience the wind grumbled, and the rain began to tumble throwing great puddles around the park, it was a beautiful yet disturbing Jones returned to the office later that night he arrived to find his secretary Mary sitting alone sorting his papers out âyou donât need to do that Mary you can go homeâ said Jones thoughtfully âN ...no its f......fine I c.. can do itâ stuttered Mary if there was one thing the detective agency had taught Jones it was that people often stutter or show sings of distress, Jones opened his mouth to speak but his explanation game to him without need to speak, Mary had begun crying feverishly speaking words inaudible she turned her attention to Jones began to speak âIs everything ok, Mary are you in trouble, what has happened?â âItâs my dad..................heâs deadâ âOh Iâm sorry for your loss take the rest of today and tomorrow of okâ âNo no Iâm fine I can workâ âListen I insist you must not come to work tomorrow or I may well fire youâ Mary let a little smirk go across her face and left the building chuckling silently to her self. Jones was about to sit down when a phone rang angrily in the cold desolate corner of the room, he ran across to retrieve it, âHello detective is that youâ said a collected voice on the other side of the phone âYes what is it I am a very busy manâ replied Jones coldly âThere has been a murderâ spoke the man who Jones now knew as agent Andrews âOk ill be right thereâ groaned Jones reluctantly. 5 minutes later Jones had arrived at the scene of the crime, a Cold unwelcoming apartment which looked as if it had been ransacked by 40 burglars at once , Jones moved toward the body, it was a old rugged looking man, he looked worse than the house hypothetically speaking of course he, then it happened almost all at once, there was a bang, a scream and then Jones turned...........
