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.

Ordinary Things
Ordinary Things On the eve of his tenth birthday, Malcolm Milkworth found a tarnished pewter brooch with a broken clasp lying in the alley behind Sully’s Fish Market. It was cast in the shape of a dragon with interlacing scrolls on the face and body. A silver tongue protruded from its mouth as if it were breathing fire. Its single jade eye glinted in the sun’s reflection when Malcolm reached down to examine it. He tucked the brooch safely away in his back pocket feeling as if he’d just stumbled upon one of the Queen of England’s crown jewels.
By Lori Bowman5 years ago in Criminal
Something Must Kill A Man
An ode to an amazing father of 4. Justice for a 2-year-old little girl. A missing amputee. “There's a decapitated head on a stick in the town square!”
By Damilola5 years ago in Criminal
Life Insurance
January 3rd Every moment I feel like I’m on a different wave. I’ll wake up and feel normal, sometimes even with a bit of hope. And then, by the next hour, I’m back on the floor with a broken bottle of wine in my hand, not knowing how to get back up. Your mother came over to see me yesterday. She asked me if I was doing alright. I know she had to ask, but I still winced at the question. I know she has her own broken bottles too. This time, though, I wasn’t lying when I told her I was fine. I do feel…fine. But who knows what fine even means anymore when I’m still sleeping on the couch every night just to avoid not seeing you in our bed. She brought me your ashes, and she said that you would have wanted to be scattered across the lake. I said going to the lake would be a wonderful idea. A beautiful idea. Dissolved into the lake that you loved so much growing up. Beautiful.
By A.D.5 years ago in Criminal
For Lexy
The suspect sat at a small interview table in hand cuffs, his matted hair and tangled beard making him look a decade older than he really was. But the vacant gaze and the dark circles under his eyes magnified the sense of exhaustion and failure emanating from his grizzled features.
By John Cox5 years ago in Criminal
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