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( chapter 4, part 5… ) With a noncommittal deep sigh, Detective Harry Stone placed the two documents back within the file folder before closing it and placing it atop the other two and reaching out for the next file folder. This file was a bit heftier than the Mitchell Abrams folder, but not as...

( chapter 4, part 4… ) The file had a dossier of sorts, showing a list of achievements and accomplishments within. The files of white papers were at least six pages long. Raising his eyebrow with scepticism at such glowing accolades, Detective Harry Stone merely skimmed over the detailed text...

( chapter 4, part 6… ) The interior of the office of the founding chairman of Hoatzin Incorporated was a more imposing sight to behold than the man sitting at a simple black metal desk with little to no sentimental adding of personal significance. A cold and calculating demeanour was plastered...

( chapter 4, part 3… ) “Sorry for the intrusion, sir. Thought you might want to see this,” announced Patrolman Bob Wallis as he stood in front of the sitting down Detective Harry Stone and produced four files from his police jacket that had the same file folder system of Joey Marley’s...

( chapter 4, part 5… ) The confines of the cubicle office space was a constant bubble of solidarity bliss for Stephen Tyler, the minor brawl between his colleagues a vague recollection flittering away in the ether of his focused mind. But, that focus was soon interrupted by a haphazard Jerry...

( chapter 4, part 4… ) The student that sat opposite Sandra O’Connor was none other than Karl Riley, his aura of magnitude radiating a mass of sweat and male hormonal smugness as he grinned across at her. His dimpled smile, his ruggedly good looks like an Adonis of Greek origin, the epitome of...

Exactly. But that may also be the fact that the woman is depicted as an adult in this world and you know you pegged that most adults in this are ignorant of the intelligence the children possess in this story. ( chapter 4, part 4… ) Matron Bergman gave a surprised sigh of finality. She let her...

( chapter 4, part 3… ) I immediately glanced around my hospital room for any signs of Darius but found he was nowhere to be seen, at least for the moment. The nurse in front of me seemed not perturbed by my presence and just held herself in a strict posture as she glanced down at the end of my...

( chapter 4, part 3… ) The school’s bell had just let out a sharp ringing to signify the start of Luncheon and free period at ten-fifty five that morning to allow the gaggle of teenagers time to gather themselves ready for mealtime. The insipid cesspool of rebellious angst was vibrant as the...

( chapter 4, part 2… ) As hard as I tried, I could not fall asleep. The worry and fear of what was happening to me was just unbearable. I turned back to look at Darius but found him no longer in the chair in the corner, nor anywhere in my field of vision. I glanced around the dimly lit hospital...

( chapter 4, part 2… ) The Chief Detective of the UJPF let the response from Mr. Swift settle without a reply. A minute of silence passed between the two men uncomfortably. “And why was a gun in your alley, Mr. Swift?” grimly asked Gregory Fonda with a seriously grave demeanour upon his...

Yes, as much suspension of disbelief at that being plausible. :) ( chapter 4, part 1… ) Chapter 4: After The Dawn It was nearer to mid-day, around ten-fifty, once Chief Detective Gregory Fonda had entered the precinct and detainee interview room where Hobo Ben was being held indefinitely...

( chapter 3, part 12… ) The bedroom was of a modest size, the term being of what one would consider average for a flat in the lower downtown of Urban Jungle City. Chief Detective Fonda grimaced at this sizeable abode within the confines of this enlarged apartment flat merely used for an...

( chapter 3, part 11… ) The stagnant tension of entitlement was not lost upon the Chief Detective as he surveyed the faces of the parents of Thomas Lemund. There was no hint of remorse or pity for the boy, just the indignation of irritation at having their day be interrupted by Gregory Fonda...

( chapter 4, part 1… ) Chapter 4: Hospital Visit I had found myself within a hospital room about three hours later, the time being seven thirty when I was admitted in a bed within the Children’s Ward of the local hospital. My parents were adamant to wait in the waiting room whilst the staff...

( chapter 4, part 2… ) There was no sign of Miss Wilson in the area of the office, having possibly been dismissed from her duties of the day, with understandable reasons. With a distant nod of notice at this, Detective Stone surveyed the crime scene once more, sans the body of Mr. Marley, which...

Well, what would one expect from a rip-off loosely written storyline that tries to imitate cinema gold that is the Star Wars story? Not that it is even that, just from the basic outline you described in your post, it was semi reminiscent in my mind about the whole rescue attempt of Princess Leia...

( chapter 4, part 1… ) Chapter 4: Marley Bars Confectionary… Detective Harry Stone had left the Marley Manor estate behind him, Mrs. Ruth Marley’s words resonating within his head as he made his way southward back towards the scene of the crime. ‘Woe set beside our Queen, for the death of...

( chapter 3, part 10… ) The room Chief Detective Gregory Fonda found himself in was a medium sized sitting room of sorts, an elongated leather couch the central piece of furniture facing the only bay window that was facing towards outside the frontal street of the apartment complex. Royal...

( chapter 3, part 9… ) As the young woman known as Darla absconded outside with the still yapping dog called Fifi, Chief Detective Gregory Fonda inclined his personage towards what was evidently Mrs. Lemund, the mother of the victim. Mrs. Lemund took stock of the broad shouldered man as if...