Matthew Patrick, Private Detective

Chapter 1

 "I'm the boss!! I'm the boss!" Nate was mumbling to himself while walking to the address that Hunter had given to him. It looked like some sort of morgue.Great, he thought, I'm going to flat with a psycho aren't I? He wandered through the hallways until he found the right room. Inside was a slender man about his age busy complaining to his intern.

"What do you mean your phone doesn't have battery?" Nate heard as he shut the door, "How are we supposed to time the chemical stains?"

Nate held up his phone and offered, "You can use mine if you want." The man turned to him quizzically. He stared Nathan analyzing every ounce of his body as if he was under a microscope. He made to his way to Nate and snatched it.

"Thank you." He said while pressing different calculations into the device.

"Oh, you're Nathan Smith," the intern presumed, "you're friends with Hunter right?" Nate nodded silently as he watched the lab coated man work.

"Acoustic guitar or electric?" He asked, not looking up from the phone.

Nate blinked in confusion, "Sorry?"

"What do you play? Acoustic or electric?" The man repeated while brushing his sandy brown hair away from his eyes. He set down the phone and reached for a vial of blood and shook it a couple of times.

"I play both, sorry how did you know that?" Nate replied. The scientist ignored him and chugged down a cup of coffee. Nate wondered how in the world this man knew so much about him already.

"How did you feel about video games?" The man continued interrogating him, completing leaving Nate in the dark about how he knew that Nate played guitar.

"Sorry, What?" Nate replied in utter disbelief. Does he know that I like video games too? , he asked himself silently.

"I play video games and theorise about them, would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other." He answered nonchalantly.

"Did someone tell you about me," Nate stuttered out, "Because who said anything about flatmates?"

"I did," the man stated smugly, "I was talking to Hunter this very morning about how difficult it would be to find a flatmate to live with me, and here you are after lunch, guessing an old music friend of his, not a difficult leap."

"How did you know I was into music?" Nate demanded, but again the man ignored his questions.

"I know a nice place in central London we both should be able to afford it. We meet there at 7pm. tomorrow evening," He tossed Nate's phone back; Nate barely caught it, "Sorry I've got to dash, I have a murder case involving a pizzeria and a "purple guy" to solve." He grabbed his things and made his way towards the door.

"Is that it?" Nate said sarcastically. The man stopped with a bemused smile on his face.

"Is that what?" The man questioned with genuine curiosity.

Nate threw up his hands and scoffed, "We've only just met and we're already looking for a flat."

"Problem?" He deadpanned.

"We don't know a thing about each other, I don't know where we're meeting, I don't even know your name!" Nate exclaimed. The man paused and considered this.

"I know you're a guitarist, a singer too, tenor most likely and you really shouldn't strain your voice singing so much metal, and you're a composer, lastly you also like video games too based off of your eyes gleaming when I mentioned it." he theorized with clear conviction in his voice. Nate dropped his jaw.

"How?" Nate started to say.

"The name's Matthew Patrick and the addresses is 221B Baker Street."Mat interrupted and he smiled knowingly, shut the door and left a very confused Nate all alone.