Hey everyone. This is my first attempt at a novel, so please be brutal. Thanks
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Tuesdays'. It always rained more on Tuesdays'. I sat looking out of my third story window, waiting for a case to appear. It has been months since I had anything. The rain was beating against my windows and then sliding down the pane. Leaving the marks behind it where it had been, I wanted this. To be remembered for something, for anything. To not go forgotten in this world.
"Excuse me, detective?" A woman was stood behind me, I knew she was there before she said a word. I could smell her perfume, It was rich and sweet. I was guessing that she was going to a brunette about 5,6 or maybe 5,8 with heels.I spun on my chair. She was stood in the doorway, dripping from the rain. Her hair was wet so was darker, but you could tell she was a red head, and a bright one at that. She walked towards my desk and offered her hand.
"Chloe Dale" she said. Her voice was soft, very soft. She had long slender fingers with red nails. She smiled showing me her perfect white teeth. Her eyes gave the rest of her away. She was around 25, married young, probably forced by her mother. She wanted to be something but ended up in a rut. The classic routine. So many pretty girls in America have their lives thrown away.
She sat down her legs to the side. She went into her bag and pulled out two envelopes. One white and one brown. She placed the white one on the table and slid it across. She sat back upright, and just looked at me. I took the envelope and inside was a note. Mrs Dale, We have them both, We'll contact you soon.
"Look on the back" she said, her accent now becoming apparent. She wasn't from Chicago, she was a farm girl, coming to a big city. I flipped over the creased paper. $400,000.
"Mr erm detective?" she said, suddenly dumbfounded that she didn't know my name
"It's detective Pearson. Charlie Pearson" I replied trying to break her confusion. You could tell that she never had to use her head.
"Well Detective Pearson. I have no intention of paying that ransom" she said flatly. This piqued my interest.
"Mrs dal-"
"Chloe" She cut me. Call me Chloe.
"Well Chloe. May I ask who they are?" I said hoping she wouldn't toy with me like most women
"That would be my husband detective"
"and the other" urging her to continue.
"The other detective?" She was trying to act dumb. She was good at it to. A woman who knows what she is on about, who ever sees just as another girl who didn't make it could play whatever card she wanted, and she knew it.
"The ransom refers to them. I need to know who the second person is"
"That would be his son" she said without even looking liked she cared.
"Detective, I want you to find the men who sent this message and politely tell them no. I have no interest in taking their calls or listening to their demands." She was straight to the point now. A side I prefer more. " I would do it myself, but I'm going back to Tennessee detective. This town just ain't big enough". She threw the brown envelope on the table. It landed with a messy thud.
"I assume that will cover it, detective" She stood up, flipped her hair and walked out of my office, before i had even looked at the envelope.Inside the envelope there was a cheque the easily covered half the ransom, and another scrap of paper. The paper had a number, an address and a name. The name was hers. On the back just the words find Helen Rose were scribbled. I finally had a case
