investigation

Whodunnit, and why? All about criminal investigations and the forensic methods used to search for clues and collect evidence to get to the bottom of the crime.

Disobeying the Notebook
The night was dreary. Rain soaked everything it touched as it fell from the black starless sky, including the young woman running down a dimly lit alleyway. Her clothes clung to her skin, barely providing a barrier against the icy onslaught of rain. She shivered involuntary as bright lights appeared behind her and hugged a small black notebook closer to her body. Just a month prior she had been at the highest point in her life all thanks to the notebook she clutched.
By Meg5 years ago in Criminal
Pawn Shop Purchase
“$19000,” the Pawn Shop owner offered for the transcripted copy of Beowulf from the 19th century. “$21000,” I counter-offered. The Pawn Shop owner, Davis, of the Darien and Brother Pawn Shop in downtown Richmond, considered the counteroffer for a second.
By Seamus5 years ago in Criminal
The Reuben Urbaine Affair
I always had a hobby of people watching since I was a kid. The goings and comings of the lives outside the window next to my desk. The faces, clothes, walks; all of it. As a result, I was deemed to be that unsettlingly curious child who would most likely become some form of creepy adult, probably a sex offender. I suppose they would be surprised to know that wasn't in the cards for me. Now a grown man, I ended up taking my staring practice into the professional world of private investigation as an amatuer sleuth. Managed to scrape together enough for a small office on the upper east side with Reba, an assistant who, obligingly, only complained about the pay once in a while. Reuben Urbaine and Associates Investigative Services, Reba said it sounded better than Urbaine P.I. and gave us a bit of class. It didn't help bring in any business since my biggest concern was looking just busy enough to fool anyone into thinking the case files were full. That entailed looking at the blank sheets of legal pads with serious intent.
By Casey Evans5 years ago in Criminal
Carbon Copies
*Dun Dunnn Da dun Dunn da du* (Torrance smacks the snooze button) "No way it's 6:30..... already?", thinks Torrance as he stretches then slowly rolls out of bed.
By Deante Howard5 years ago in Criminal
A Suspected case of 2nd degree arson
POLICE INCIDENT REPORT STATE OF NEW YORK, NEW YORK CITY Suspected Case of Second-degree arson. Officer Naomi Nova dispatched to the scene at 1:45 AM.
By Aidan Andrewson5 years ago in Criminal
Child Prodigy Writer Vanishes
Barbara Newhall Follet was born on March 4, 1914, in Hanover, New Hampshire. Helen Thomas Follett, her mother, wrote children’s books. Her father Roy Wilson Follett was an editor, literary critic, and English teacher. He’d won the 1909 Oliver Wendell Holmes Scholarship at Harvard. Roy then proceeded to teach English at Dartmouth College and Brown University. Posthumously, he is known for Follett’s Modern American Usage, his only book and a guide to contemporary American English.
By Cat Leigh5 years ago in Criminal
4:00am
4:00am 4:00am... That’s what time it is... I have to be at work in 3 hours! What the heck is going on... BAM BAM BAM!!
By Eliza Liza Ashe Simmonds5 years ago in Criminal
Shadows Between the Lines
She sat in the back seat of the bus. Her long, brown hair was up in a messy bun, clothes haggard, shoes scuffed from a long day working at the hotel. She was looking forward to a bath, pizza and relaxing, watching her favorite show to unwind. Her hungry stomach growls caught the attention of the other passengers. She smiled weakly, looking down at her feet.
By Jennifer Bueschel5 years ago in Criminal
Some rise by sin while others by virtue fall
At last, the black fire-proof box that once belonged to my mother was mine. Her hoards of craft materials, projects and dreams had all been extinguished the night of the fire. The police held the box for a while but finally, this trove of unknown treasures was finally mine. Police suspected the fire was deliberately lit, but by whom remained a mystery.
By Andrea Smith5 years ago in Criminal
An Honest Attempt
The amber liquid swirled in the younger man’s slightly-chilled glass. It might have lent him more presence if his stomach wasn’t notoriously uncooperative when it came to alcohol.
By Peter Jones5 years ago in Criminal
Why Mama? My Mama!
My stomach grum, grum, grumbles on, The lights flick, flick, flickered out, Mama’s swollen eye no longer visible, Evidence of just another clumsy accident.
By Breanna Harford5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book: Shall We Begin?
Cedar Hincapie used to resent being the middle child, forgotten and ignored. Or worse, expected to be just like his two older brothers. Nowadays, he wonders why he hadn’t considered invisibility his superpower. His throbbing head and clamorous alarm at six o’clock in the morning had him roaring curses. Silencing his phone, he tucked his engorged member into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and rolled skillfully out of bed into a push up position. A morning ritual to get the blood moving and cure his self-medicating last night.
By P.K. Wills5 years ago in Criminal