Dark Secrets (Thriller)

My name is Neil Schoenfeld, a college graduate who loves detective work. Lots of ‘em! So, here is a brief note of what I think happened to Melanie Hopper after the brief findings I made. I am scratching my head with my own hands, wondering how to begin. But do not worry. I am good. This story could help you solve the case later in this novel. It is the base of the investigation we are working on today. Remove the idea of family and friends because no one is a friend or a true family member. Anyone can be the killer. So keep your eyes open, pay attention to details and take note of every little details, even the one that seems unimportant. Help me solve this case so that I can be promoted from being an average loser to the ultimate position I deserve. Thank you anonymous reader. It feels weird talking to myself, but okay. Now, here is what I feel the 19th of November looked like. It might look like a story, but it isn’t a fiction. I promise. ***Melanie ran as fast as she could, brus

“Why did you go there, Neil?” The Chief Officer, Richard Fodd asked, sitting before Neil. Neil scoffed already seeing that coming. The moment the police arrived at the scene and forced him off the ground in handcuffs, he knew he was in trouble. There he was in the interrogation room, being questioned like he was a criminal or something. Neil took off his hat and placed it on the table. “Someone had to check the murder scene. Not just anyone, a detective to be precise. That was why I rendered my services as a good detective should. You are welcome." Richard stared at him briefly and laughed, tapping the table with his pen. “Neil, Neil, you are something else, aren't you?Your ears aren't working at all. How do you not still understand what is going on here? No one thinks you are fit for this job, boy. No one wants you to do this job. You aren’t allowed to get involved in cases anymore.” “Why?” Neil lashed. “ 5 years of college experience and special training weren’t for no reason. I

Flynn was deeply hurt by the terrible memory Neil brought back. “What’s wrong with you, Neil? Do you have to remind me of that hurtful moment? You’ve ruined my mood,” Neil apologized and took another sip of the beer. Flynn has always been an emotional man, but the dude can barely hurt a fly. He couldn’t even kill a turkey the previous thanksgiving. What nerve would he have to kill a grown lady? “Her death was a shock to everyone,” Flynn went on. “No one expected her to be killed like that. Who did it anyway? Was her killer ever found?” Neil shook his head in denial. “Unfortunately not. The police department is trying, but this is a more difficult case than I thought. Unless, maybe the suspect is someone close. Someone closer than we think. Someone no one suspects because everyone thinks he would never do a thing like that,” Neil arched his brows at Flynn and studied his reaction. Flynn coughed due to the beer entering the wrong hole. "Are you okay, Flynn?" Neil asked. Flynn nodd

Neil had on an old jersey and slid on some white sneakers. His mother was tremendously amazed by his sight. It was a sight she didn't get to see often. She placed some berries in his mouth. “You want to start running again?” She quirked. “No,” he denied before leaving for the marathon race. He wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t a good runner as well, but since he broke his ankle during the last race, he’d withdrawn himself. Facing this nightmare again, was something he never expected. At least, not until Melanie’s murder and his messed up reputation. The other contestants looked as smart and ready for the race as he was. In fact, they welcomed him in a friendly manner and embraced him like he was an old friend. Neither of them recognized him as the hot detective Neil Schoenfeld. Sorry, he was just so hot. While he laughed and interacted with them, he paid attention to their body cues. 8 of the contestants looked friendly and open except 1 who closed herself off. She wouldn’t speak to anyo

Neil hurried out of of his home and pulled out his phone to call George.“George!” He said over the phone as George picked up. “I might need your car for this evening.” “I heard what happened today, Neil. Don’t you dare!”Neil got in anyway. “Sorry dude. That nosey lady might be in trouble and they will blame me for it.”With this words, he hung up and drove off towards the direction of Claire’s home. The environment was peaceful. It was obvious nothing suspicious was happening, but he couldn’t choose a blind eye. He steadily went up her porch and pointed a gun towards her door. “Thank you for cooperating, Claire,” he heard Morrie's voice at the other side of the door. Smartly he left the pouch and hid behind some bushes, hoping he wouldn’t be seen. The two ladies stepped out and he watched Morrie hug her goodbye. “What’s wrong with this woman?” Neil wondered. As Morrie walked down the threshold, Claire pulled out a gun and aimed it at her.“Stop!” Neil slid and knocked her off, c