ElderKingpin
BLACKJACK!
I have been getting pretty into, the detective and mystery style of stories, probably a combination of too much anime and reading some really well-written books in the past few months. I really value being able to create a situation where a criminal has created the "perfect crime" and the detective being able to solve that mystery through unorthodox means. Nothing like the police procedural. Hopefully I will be able to see this story through to the end.
PROLOGUE
Restraints breed creativity. That is why criminals seem to always be one step ahead of justice.
They must do everything that is in their power to not get caught and to avoid the revealing light of justice. Yet, at the same time, the Police and those that fight for justice have so many constraints upon them, they limit their own abilities to capture the criminals, which is why I left the NYPD.
My name is Thomas Parker, I was a former Inspector of the Investigative Unit of the NYPD, I led a team of my own trained individuals that were skilled in the relatively new investigation technique known as Geospatial Investigation. It is the idea that we take how a person was killed, where that person is placed, at what time, and how does that relate to the area, and then for serial killers we database that into a profile of a killer where we can know where his next victim will be. This type of investigation has nothing to do with motives, which is exactly why I use it, you do not determine a criminal because of motives, everyone has something against someone else.
Only a few people understand how unimportant motives are, and when my department decided refrain from giving out justice, I had had enough. I turned in my badge and became a Private Investigator.
FIRST CASE
Obviously, being an inspector on the force had its perks, I went from 155k salary to barely over 20k and that wasn't even a stable 20k. I had to move into a junky little house that had the bare essentials, luckily I was able to sell my car, a BMW 3 series, for a good profit. And I was allowed to keep my gun, a Sig Sauer P226 Platinum Elite with .357 Sig bullets. I keep that close by to me at all times if possible.
I woke up that morning at 6 and went out for my normal jog, and as normal, the New York sky was a cold gunmetal gray. I ran around for about 3 miles before returning to my doinky little shack known as my business. In all honestly, the NYPD police does their job relatively well, considering how many people are actually in New York, but there are restrictions they have that I do not. I came back to my office at about 7, took a shower, shaved, and put on my clothes, khakis with a white button up, a blue with yellow stripes tie, and a sports jacket. I am not particularly fond of this set up, it becomes pretty unbearable to move around in. As I sat down with my coffee and brought my feet up to my desk a heard a knock at my door, not feeling the need to get up, I yelled for my potential client to come in.
In came a man that obviously had some anger management problems, his face beet red and he seemed to be having constipation problems. I refrained from giving him a strange look and asked him what he wanted.
"You Tom Parker?" he growled
"Indeed I am"
"Well, I need someone to look for my daughter"
I almost snorted out loud, this man had ripped muscles and could probably tear me in half, let alone have a dainty daughter.
"Are you sure shes not just out?" I said, wondering how this would pan out.
"I'm sure, shes been gone for a week now and there have been other cases of girls disappearing"
I put my feet down and began to seriously consider taking on this case, I had heard about these disappearances and they all seemed to have been the perfect crime, about five girls have gone missing and none of their bodies have come up and there is no evidence pointing to a possible suspect.
"Ok, I will take this case, but I should inform you of my daily rates." I told him
"What are they?"
I told him, he took out his wallet and straight up gave me the money in cash, I counted the bills and it was for enough money for an entire week of service.
"Where did this money come from, and why do you have so much cash in your wallet?" I said, regretting that I had asked.
"Here is the place where she was last seen, and a description of what she looks like" he wrote something down, gave it to me, and left.
As he left I looked out my window and I saw that his car seemed to have a pretty substantial dent in it, that must have been what he was so worked up about, the man drove away and I decided to go check out the crime scene.