Case 1: Murder at Nova park

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The next day Sasuke and the blonde haired boy that spilled the hot coffee all over me the day before came into my office. Sasuke plopped a file on my desk. The blonde haired boy looked nervous.

"Miss, I'm sorry for yesterday," he said. He looked away from me and rubbed the back of his neck.

I looked up at the blonde haired boy with the look of terror on his face, "Oh it's fine," deep inside I was angry at him, my favorite blouse was ruined, and I was wearing bandages around my chest from where the scoulding hot coffee burned my skin. I kept my temper bottled up inside and twidled my thumbs.

"You know her already Naruto?" Sasuke asked, looking at Naruto. His body expression said he didn't care, but his eyes scremed at him.

"Yeah I accidentaly spilled hot coffee on her yesterday," Naruto answered, his face grew bright red and looked at me in a apoligetic way.

Sasuke looked at me, "I'm sorry my assistant is a clutz," he pointed to naruto who was still looking down. I kinda felt bad for him, Sasuke didn't seem to treat him with very much respect, although he was right. Naruto was a clutz, but the way Sasuke said it, made me feel a little twisted and scared inside.

"There's no need to apologize," I said while picking up the file. I studied the file reading and my eyes widened. I carressed the pages that held the words of murder. i'm used to stuff like this. I'm not scared of it, but in a place so peaceful. This wasn't, right.

"Oh yeah there's been a murder at Nova Park," he said casually. How in he hell did he say that casually? I'm a professional at this and my stomach is twisting. How in the...I'm not even gonna wonder what goes on in that man's head.

"Nova Park? That's the hot spot for young couples," I said, and looked at the file again.

"I know. Actually the victims are Aora Ghostlington, and James Vanderhoff," he added, "A young couple. Each of them are sixteen. And were found a few days ago in the coin pond together. Their bodies were connected to chains so they'd stay under water. And the killer pinned their hands together, I came to a thought that maybe the culpret that comitted this made it so they would hold hands."

"Wow would love to meet that mastermind," I said sarcastically. I moved the first page of the file to the pictures, and looked at the photo of the victims bodies. I realized something about their bodies. There weren't any wrinkles on the them. Everyone knows that when a person soaks in water for a long period of time they get wrinkly. But why weren't there wrinkles on the bodies? "When was this picture taken?"

"Two days ago," he answered. I took the picture out and handed it to Sasuke. He looked at me puzzling, and like I was crazy, but I knew what I was talking about. There were no wrinkles on the body, unles the photographer had edited them out before giving us the photo. But that was highly unlikely.

"The picture was taken the day after someone found them?" I asked, looking at him studying the photo.

"Yeah, but what of it?" he asked and looked up at me, his onyx eyes had a small glimmer to them. Look away dammit, look away. I looked away from his eyes and back at the file reading it again.

"Then where are the wrinkles? If the bodies have been soaking in the water they would have at least little wrinkles, but when you look at the picture there are none on the bodies," I pointed to the picture.

"What's that mark on their necks?" he asked. He handed the photo to me.

"It's too small to see," I placed the picture on a scaner I had in my office and watched as the picture uploaded to my computer. Once the picture was uploaded I zoomed in on their necks. It was an A with a penagram around it. I have seen that sort of marking before. I grabbed a book from the bookshelf and opened it to the page with the same marking on it. I grabbed another book that had the same marking in it and opened it too. I put both books side by side and sat at the computer desk. Sasuke and Naruto were next to me.

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