Everyone had ran out of ideas or had simply given up.
No one had the time to spend around dawdling idly all day in the office researching cases and solutions similar to this situation, which was nearly impossible due to the fact that it wasn't a simple robbery or murder case.
The case was eventually given to Gerald Jonathon Alistar or well, Gerry. Gerry was one of those detectives whose knowledge and wisdom would rival the Sherlock Holmes himself. He always looked like a monochromatic doll with his pitch black hair, steel grey eyes to his fair snow white complexion . And in his mid - twenties too . Despite his childish nickname Gerry has been titled to the top best detectives in the whole country. With a brain equivalent to 4 other investigators at once , he was simply an undefeated genius.
Discovering the art of crime at the age of 12 , he plunged into the world of mystery and has resided in there ever since . Finding missing artifacts and occasionally people even ; Despite his unfailing successes , he kept a low profile nonetheless.
He was an underground hero , and would never give it up for anything otherwise. If someone were to find out that a flashy investigator would be on their case , he would be easier to erase off the face of the earth compared to Gerry.
Gerry was reassigned from his current case, which was a simple one . It was of an unfaithful spouse who denied ever leaving the house despite Gerry's multiple sources and concrete solid security footage .The newest case he was assigned to however , was puzzling and in short , frustrating. Where a woman had ran off several years ago , confirmed dead , and had been recently sighted as a haunting spirit. Soon after that people had been in contact with the devil himself, stabbing themselves and followed by self-proclaimed witches who begun exorcising and hexing the citizens in the area.
That was only the beginning .
They had all called it an unholy curse but Gerry, with a simple quick flash of snarling canines , had called it mass hysteria.
'Idiots.' he thought , ' The Crucible in our modern world replayed all over again.'
Taking another long sip from his coffee , he begun to arrange all the information and the necessary documents he needed for the investigation. Organizing always soothe him , gave him a better sense of control and a steady mind , a mind unswayed by things of love or the supernatural . Without missing a beat , he clicked through the documents on the bright , luminescent screen of his laptop monitor .
Names and pictures and descriptions popped up , one after another. Suspects , though they didn't make any sense at the current situation. The suspects could not even have been suspects for all he knows , anything reported by hysterical witches and childish adults could never be trusted. He was at a phlegmatic state of mind , surrounded by comforting , clean , crisps of paper surrounding him and he could never feel any more ease.
That was until donut crumbs sprinkled across the said clean papers.
Gerry drew in a sharp breath. He whipped his head around for his eyes to meet with his desk mate , a sloppy man in his early thirties with a protruding round belly and dull brown eyes . He never bothered with names. Why bother when everyone here were bland and all the same ?
"Hey Ger you really gonna... ya'know... take on that Jonah case ?" he mumbled with a mouth stuffed full with donuts.
"Yes. I don't see why not. I hardly doubt they are cursed anyways."
"You were always a good one bud, always in it with the mystery and victories... I'm mighty proud of you son."
' You're not even remotely close to an ideal father.'
"Thank you."
"Ah well pal wish you good luck with the case then. Be a lad and fetch me a coffee will ya ? Don't got not enough strength in these old bones."
Gerry sighed.
While the man was chuckling to himself, Gerry rose up from his office chair and started taking steps towards the damned coffee machine. He came back with two fresh steaming cups of coffee only to find his desk mate missing. Presumably to fetch more donuts. Carefully placing his ordered coffee on the center of the messy work table, Gerry grabbed his work documents and the cup of coffee and walked out of the office. Shortly before deciding to start a small interrogation as the first step of his investigation. He already had all the information he could get on paper , and now it was time to begin.
But for now , he would go back to his apartment and retire for the day. 'Like an old man!' his friends would joke but sometimes the corners of his lips twitched upward when he remembered that this old man was leading a way more exciting life compared to them.
Just like an old , retired Military Working Dog . He quite liked that thought. If he would be an MWD he would be an aggressive and cold one. Maybe a Belgian Malnois ?
He stopped outside his pristine apartment door . Gerry rattled his keys while opening his apartment door and entered inside, the cool air conditioned air greeting him .
Stripping off his coat in one fluid motion and hanging it on the sofa , he flung himself onto his bed and carelessly flung off his shoes into a forgotten side of the room. They made a dull thump onto the soft carpet floor . He turned off the lights in his apartment, muttering a faint 'Good Night.' to no one in particular before closing his eyelids and drifting off to the land of sleep.
