Detective Eliza

The Broken Arm

Eliza was starting to doubt her instincts when Martha let out a gasp of surprise. "Look at this," she said, holding up a document. It was a police report from a few years ago, detailing a string of burglaries in the area. The neighbor's name was listed as a person of interest, but there was no concrete evidence to link him to the crimes.

Eliza's interest was piqued. "Interesting," she mused. "Keep digging, Martha. There might be more to this than we thought."

As the day turned into night, the team continued their observation. It was then that they noticed a pattern in the neighbor's behavior. Every hour, on the hour, he would go to his window and peer out, his gaze lingering on the stranger's house. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but to Eliza's trained eye, it was a clear sign that something was amiss.

"Robert, can you enhance the footage from the last few hours?" she asked. Robert nodded and adjusted the equipment. As they reviewed the footage, it became clear that the neighbor's behavior was far from normal. He was clearly spying on the stranger, but the question was, why?

The atmosphere in the van was electric as the team discussed their findings. Eliza's mind was racing as she considered the implications of their discovery. Could the neighbor be involved in something illegal? Or was he just a harmless voyeur?

As the night wore on, the mist outside thickened, wrapping the world in a blanket of secrecy. Inside the van, Eliza and her team were determined to uncover the truth, no matter how dark or unsettling it might be.

The Broken Arm

The morning sun broke through the mist, casting a golden light over the world. Eliza and her team, armed with their newfound knowledge, decided it was time to confront the neighbor. They approached his house with a sense of purpose, each step heavy with the weight of their suspicions.

Eliza knocked on the door, her expression determined. The neighbor, looking genuinely surprised to see them, opened the door with a friendly smile that quickly faded when he saw the serious expressions on their faces.

"Can we talk?" Eliza asked, her voice firm but not unkind.

"Of course," the neighbor replied, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What's going on?"

Eliza took a deep breath before launching into a summary of their observations and the evidence they had gathered. The neighbor's expression changed from confusion to shock as he listened to their findings.

"I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about," he protested, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I haven't been spying on anyone."

Martha and Robert exchanged skeptical glances but said nothing. Eliza, sensing the neighbor's distress, softened her tone.

"We're just trying to get to the bottom of this," she said. "If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to worry about."

The neighbor, looking increasingly anxious, nodded his agreement. "Okay," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "What do you need from me?"

Eliza asked him a series of questions about his daily routine, his interactions with the stranger, and his knowledge of the burglaries in the area. The neighbor answered each question carefully, his expression earnest.

As the questioning continued, the neighbor began to fidget nervously, his gaze darting around the room as if he were looking for an escape. Sensing his discomfort, Eliza decided to change her approach.

"Is there something you're not telling us?" she asked gently. The neighbor's eyes filled with tears as he nodded.

"I didn't want to get involved," he said, his voice breaking. "I saw something I shouldn't have, and I didn't know what to do."