degree in criminology and I joined the police force for a couple of months, and then the boss just went up to me one day and said, 'do you want to be promoted to detective?' I was so shocked. I thought it took years as a police officer to become a detective."
"It usually does, said Miranda, trying not to sound resentful or jealous of me for becoming a detective so quickly.
"They must have seen your potential," said Graham. "I mean, they must have known how good you were at solving murders."
"Yes," said Patricia, trying to move the conversation on. "Anyway, like Graham said, this job is so boring. There’s nothing exciting, is there?"
"I love a challenge!" I cried, desperate for something unique to come along. "I'm sick of these gang killings, day in, day out. Can't they just all make peace?"
"Then we'd have no job!" laughed Patricia, switching the television on. "Here's something for you to watch."
It was the six o'clock news. I had not noticed this morning as I went to work what day it was. On the television the newsreader said, "Today is the twentieth anniversary of the first killing in Minot. Twenty years ago today, Josh Davis was brutally murdered in the woods on the outskirts of Minot, a small town in North Dakota."
"That's near us, isn't it?" asked Graham.
"Just a couple of miles away," replied Patricia.
The newsreader continued to speak. "To this day, the killer, known as the 'Minot Hacker' has never been caught, and the families of the victims are still fighting for justice. However, it looks as though the killer will never be found, as there has been no DNA evidence to link anyone to the murders."
"It's so awful," I said, feeling sorry for the relatives of the victims.
"It boils my blood!" cried Miranda. "Just knowing that the killer is still out there makes me feel sick!"
"The killer might be dead now," said Patricia, trying to reassure Miranda.
"It's a shame there's nothing we can do for them. We have no leads whatsoever. Their files are just packed away in a box somewhere, like so many others," added Miranda.
"Anyway, it's time to go," Graham said, before he got too down.
I was the last person to leave the building, since everyone else was so eager to get home. Even the boss left before me. I suppose that was a good thing, since it showed that he trusted me. I took my time – I had nothing to look forward to. I was going to call my mum, and that was it. Even though we lived in the same town, we were a fair distance apart, so I did not really get to see her too often, because I had lots of work to do. Still, I was proud of my job and it made me happy, so it was worth it.
After I packed my things and put on my coat, I was finally ready to leave. However, as I put my coat on, I saw somebody enter the room – a person who I’d never seen before in my life. He was of average height and had grey hair. It was very difficult to tell how old he was, because when I first looked at him, he seemed rather young, but after a couple of seconds, he looked very drained and ill. His face was as white as a sheet. He was dressed all in black – black trousers, black coat, and even a black bowler hat, which he took off when he came into the room. This mysterious figure looked extremely apprehensive about something, but I couldn’t tell what.
"Can I help you?" I asked him, trying to get more information about his character.
He tried to speak, but could not. When he opened his mouth, his voice trembled.
"Y...y...y..no... I don't know!" he cried.
"Take your time," I said. I was beginning to get nervous myself, and I didn't know why. There was something odd about this man and I wanted to know what.
"Well..."
"Have you come here to report a crime?" I asked him, seeing that the man was in shock from something.
"No," the man replied quickly. "Well, yes.”
I was very intrigued and confused at this point. I really wanted to know what he wanted by now.
"Have you just seen something?" I asked him, "or has somebody
"It usually does, said Miranda, trying not to sound resentful or jealous of me for becoming a detective so quickly.
"They must have seen your potential," said Graham. "I mean, they must have known how good you were at solving murders."
"Yes," said Patricia, trying to move the conversation on. "Anyway, like Graham said, this job is so boring. There’s nothing exciting, is there?"
"I love a challenge!" I cried, desperate for something unique to come along. "I'm sick of these gang killings, day in, day out. Can't they just all make peace?"
"Then we'd have no job!" laughed Patricia, switching the television on. "Here's something for you to watch."
It was the six o'clock news. I had not noticed this morning as I went to work what day it was. On the television the newsreader said, "Today is the twentieth anniversary of the first killing in Minot. Twenty years ago today, Josh Davis was brutally murdered in the woods on the outskirts of Minot, a small town in North Dakota."
"That's near us, isn't it?" asked Graham.
"Just a couple of miles away," replied Patricia.
The newsreader continued to speak. "To this day, the killer, known as the 'Minot Hacker' has never been caught, and the families of the victims are still fighting for justice. However, it looks as though the killer will never be found, as there has been no DNA evidence to link anyone to the murders."
"It's so awful," I said, feeling sorry for the relatives of the victims.
"It boils my blood!" cried Miranda. "Just knowing that the killer is still out there makes me feel sick!"
"The killer might be dead now," said Patricia, trying to reassure Miranda.
"It's a shame there's nothing we can do for them. We have no leads whatsoever. Their files are just packed away in a box somewhere, like so many others," added Miranda.
"Anyway, it's time to go," Graham said, before he got too down.
I was the last person to leave the building, since everyone else was so eager to get home. Even the boss left before me. I suppose that was a good thing, since it showed that he trusted me. I took my time – I had nothing to look forward to. I was going to call my mum, and that was it. Even though we lived in the same town, we were a fair distance apart, so I did not really get to see her too often, because I had lots of work to do. Still, I was proud of my job and it made me happy, so it was worth it.
After I packed my things and put on my coat, I was finally ready to leave. However, as I put my coat on, I saw somebody enter the room – a person who I’d never seen before in my life. He was of average height and had grey hair. It was very difficult to tell how old he was, because when I first looked at him, he seemed rather young, but after a couple of seconds, he looked very drained and ill. His face was as white as a sheet. He was dressed all in black – black trousers, black coat, and even a black bowler hat, which he took off when he came into the room. This mysterious figure looked extremely apprehensive about something, but I couldn’t tell what.
"Can I help you?" I asked him, trying to get more information about his character.
He tried to speak, but could not. When he opened his mouth, his voice trembled.
"Y...y...y..no... I don't know!" he cried.
"Take your time," I said. I was beginning to get nervous myself, and I didn't know why. There was something odd about this man and I wanted to know what.
"Well..."
"Have you come here to report a crime?" I asked him, seeing that the man was in shock from something.
"No," the man replied quickly. "Well, yes.”
I was very intrigued and confused at this point. I really wanted to know what he wanted by now.
"Have you just seen something?" I asked him, "or has somebody
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