Sleuth: Eye and High Heeled Shoes
It was about 10:00 at night at6 my office. It was so quiet I could hear my self thoughts bouncing off the wall and back to me, in other words it was too quiet. I began to rumble on to myself about the case I didn’t write a report on. So I grabbed my pen and started to write my report, Until a Woman walked into my office. She was about 5 feet tall wearing a red dress with a flower in her head and her high heeled shoes were about 4 inches tall. She sat on my desk and just starred at me I was writing a report about the murder of Donald Johnson. “May I help you?” I said being curious of her being right in my personal bubble. “Oh I’m sorry my name is Scarlet Robinson and I need a case solved for Me.” she looks at photo and put it back in her purse. She softly chuckle and tears started running down as she look at me and smiles. “Ma’am I understand your situation but I need you to be specific as if you witnessed it all yourself “. She put a picture of her, a man, and a little girl blowing a bubble on my desk and hops off my desk and points at both the girl and the man. I pause and then slowly look up at her and I softly said “what happened to them?” she looks up at me and said “I have no idea” She looks at the picture and looks at me with her teary eyes and said” I need you to find them and bring them back to me please”. All I could do is keep hugging her and kept saying “everything is okay”. She smiles at me gives me the personal information about on my desk and struts away. I can’t be sure that they’re okay. But I can hope. The next morning I see Scarlet come back to my office and said “I found some suspects! Look at these!” She slams the 5 pictures with their résumé on them. “Scarlet. I can’t just arrest people for being suspicious “.She starred at me with a discrete look and slapped her hand on the desk and her face started to glow redder than the dress she came in my office