Escrita por: ~LukeJFox
It began as a normal call to a one-eight-seven suspected homicide a shoot out had taken place in an alley behind Disco Volante an old run down forgotten disco from the early 90's
The scene of the crime looked like it had come straight out of the horror film, the amount of blood was enough to turn any officers stomach inside out never mind a rookie officer barely out of training.
I've been out of the academy a little over six months now haven't had any cases that have put me father up the social ladder with the department to them I'm just the newbie passing the small cases on to me. Two-seven-three-D domestic violence were my first call nothing serious just you've everyday average woman's angry temper, once arrived on scene the yelling and screaming could have been heard throughout the block the sound of pans clanging, with smashing pot and dishes bouncing of the internal walls of the property, after breaking up the dispute and detaining the husband and wife over night they were both diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder - IED coursing episodes of aggression between the both of them.
Almost a month after that a call came in for a four-eight-eight petty theft on a pawn and jewellers shop on Astor Place, wasn't much of a case there were enough blood and evidence to be able identify who had committed the theft, the thief had used there bare hand to smash the glass of the jewellery cabinets cutting there hand clean open leaving behind a spatter of blood clean across the glass and drops of blood on the floor as they fled the scene, DNA test showed that the blood belonged to one Thomas Jackson average height, well built, white Caucasian male in his early 30's, he had already confessed to the theft by time we brought him in to the department for questioning although the deep cut on his left hand with the blood found at the scene was enough to convict him alone without the confession.
It was after that when i got the call for my first big break the chance to get my name known throughout the department, the one-eight-seven suspected homicide the shoot out behind Disco Volante that had brought me to this alley on this dark fragile Saturday night.
The alley was like any other normal looking alley plenty of dumpsters and pallets laying on said of the old run down ram sacculed buildings, man hole covers on the ground doted about throughout, rats rushing and scurrying away as fast as there tiny little feet would allow them. Only tonight this alley wasn't like any normal alley, tonight there was twist to it. With bullet casings everywhere spread throughout still rolling around the floor, blood dripping off every door handle, pouring down the cracks and off the lid of every dumpster, composing into one puddle in the centre of the alley
a quite voice whispered from behind
"Detective Fox?" the voice went again.
I turned to find the source that were whispering my name, stood there were a male figure covered by the despaired shadows of the night.
"Who are you sir?"
I replied in a quite concerned tone, as the shadowed figure slowly approached in to street light hanging from above Disco Volante, stood there were a white caucasian male, medium build, between his late 20's to early 30's, wearing an over sized baggy jumper with the words, we can rock, printed across the front, red shirt hanging out from underneath half tucked to a pair of warn out, baggy, torn up blue jeans, topped off with green and white canvas shoes.
"My name is Jason Prince, I called in the shooting, they told me a detective Fox were close by."
He replied to my previously asked concerned question.
"I'm detective Fox."
I said while reaching into my top left hand jacket pocket, pulling out my LAPD shield in order to identify my self.
"What can you tell me about what went on sir?"
While placing the badge back into my jacket pocket.
"Nothing much I'm afraid, I where hidden while the two male figures, had some sort of dispute about the disco"
He answered, looking around in distress though the dark shadowy night.
"I thought they had spotted me, before I legged it."
Continuing looking though the night in despair.
"Anything you can tell me about the male figures?"
"I'm sorry, I can't, the figures were covered by shadows, I couldn't see a thing."
"Anything you can tell me about the dispute?"
"They had been arguing a while, although I could hardly hear what it were about, they mentioned the Disco Volante." He said
"I could hardly hear."
He repeated, this time staring straight at me like the fear had passed though him, no longer concerned about lurking shadows, consuming around him, conspiring the thoughts in his mind.
"Thanks for your help sir, I'll be in torch if I need any more help."
I turned to take one last mental image of the gory, bullet riddled, blood stained alley, searing in to far distance at a theatre deep in the background, there low illuminated sign saying, the show must go on.