Neil took his car keys ready to set off for an evening drive. Since he arrived back in the country for Christmas, he never spent time alone. It was either his mum constantly calling him or….“Dad!” He heard his young son scream his name from up the stairs. His wife, Susanna followed, jogging down in her casual wear. “Vixen, stop running!” She tried to catch up with the 7 year old. There was no point. The boy was way too fast. “Dad, I want you to fix the lego set again,” the child grumbled, holding a piece of lego. Neil nodded and pecked him on the cheek. “Sure, I will do that,” he agreed with a nod. “But let me take a quick drive first,” “No, Dad,” his child stumped his feet stubbornly. “I want you to do it now.” Neil wasn’t sure of what to do. How the hell could he do this? He didn’t want to hurt his son’s feelings, nor was he ready to sacrifice his evening drive as he always does. “Fine, I can….” He wanted to accept, as he took the Lego piece from him. Susanna stopped him. “No
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
FEW HOURS AFTER THE PROLOGUE.(NILE SCHOENFELD THIRD PERSON POV)NILE SCHOENFELD: Ex-Detective of Melanie’s Case. (Suspended)EDUCATION: COLLEGE GRADUATESKILL LEVEL: AVERAGE, NOT RELIABLE Important Terms (CO means Chief Officer)24 year old Nile Schoenfeld adjusted the house antenna to the satisfaction of his younger siblings. He watched the teenagers argue on how the television signal went on and off due to poor connection. “Wait! Stop!” His 16 year old sister, Maggie stopped him as he bent it to a particular position. “It works now!” “Really?” He asked, staring at the strange way he positioned it. “It’s gone,” his brother, Migel blurted out in disappointment. Nile groaned and wiped off his sweat. “Could you tilt it to the side a bit? My favorite show is about to start.” Nile knew he couldn’t attend to the antenna forever, but he tried it for her anyway. The reception got better for a few seconds, before the car of his office colleague pulled over in front of his home. This di
“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
Neil and George pulled up before the old witness cottage. George wasn’t optimistic about pressuring the old man to speak, but Neil couldn’t waste anymore time. “It has to be done,” he informed George as he came out of the car and shut the door. “But…but…,” George tried to catch up with his pace. “If you get caught by the CO, you will be in big trouble.” “Do you also believe a new detective can solve this case better than me?” Neil quizzed. “No, that is not what I am implying. Your stubbornness could get you in trouble,” Neil ignored him, knocking on the Old Witness door. “Neil…” "O! You keep quiet..." The door slid open and an old man’s head popped through the open gap. “Do I know you?” He asked. His curious eyes switched nonchalant when he saw George. “I see, it's you people again,” Neil instantly pulled out his ID Card. “My name is Neil Schoenfeld. I am Wenner’s detective and I have a couple of questions for you.” The old man reluctantly allowed them in and offered them a
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 and George stood before Melanie mum's door, getting ready for the other phase of the interview. Neil knocked softly and they both waited for a response. “I can’t believe you made me pose as the CO just to get you into that freaking race!” George whispered. Neil placed his hands over his lips. “Be quiet, George. You cannot say that here,” “Sure! As usual I will pretend you are not going to get me in trouble. Why did you go for the race anyway? Why are you risking your life for no reason?” George hated confidence."This is not the right time to talk about this,” Neil rung the doorbell again. "You have a crafty mind, Neil. You're crazy,” George insulted with a frown.They both stopped the conversation when the door knob turned open. An elderly woman walked out, carrying a toddler that happened to be Melanie’s child. “You are from the police?” She asked as soon as he showed his ID. “Yes, Mrs Hopper. We have some questions for you,” Mrs Hopper nodded in agreement and gave them a
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