Last Letter

First man dead

“ Shit”  Agnes muttered under her breath. “What happened sweetheart?” Raphael looked over her shoulder. “Are you kidding me?! You just bumped into me, and I spilled my coffee all over the envelope" she gestures towards a piece of paper on her desk. Now fully soaked and smudged. “Sorry, love… I really didn’t mean to,” the tall brunette smiled at her. “For the last time, don’t call me that Raphael… What if there was something important?”  She grabbed the envelope and threw it into the rubbish. 

She sat at her desk cleaning the coffee she spilled. Agnes was just about to say something to her colleague, when the chief entered the room. “Great to see you both here!”  Agnes jumped as the extroverted man slammed the door of the office behind himself. “What is it chief?” Both detectives looked at the older man. Osian took a place at the table full of different files, tapes and newspapers. His expression turned from almost excited to more stern one, he frowned, placing both of his arms on the edge of the table and eying Agnes and Raphael. “There's a new case…” The young woman sighs, rubbing her temples. “Of course there is… What is it this time?”. Osian gestured for them to sit by the table, as they sat down he continued “You both should be familiar with Damian Whitlock, aren’t ya?” The detectives looked at each other, then back at chief quite not catching the point. “Isn’t that the one of ‘Queen’s Men Theater’ actors?” Agnes pointed out “What about him, chief?” Raphael leaned in, his curiosity clearly peaked. The older man took his glasses off with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. “They found him… in one of the theater halls… dead.” The woman glanced at one of the newspapers with Damian’s photo and the heading ‘Queen's Men Teater got a new owner!’  “Now, that’s interesting…” she hummed under her breath. “I need you to go to the theater, investigators were already brought to the scene.” Osian stood up and left the office. The woman with jade like eyes stretched from her seat putting her coat on glancing at the tall brunette. “Aren't you coming?” inquired him as he seemed to be consumed in reading the newspaper. “ I’ll catch you later.” he stated, she nodded and  left the office hurriedly to get to the crime scene as fast as possible.