JAYDEN

5am, Sherbrooke, Canada. Claire Evatt, a homicide detective, wakes up from sleep as her alarm buzzes loudly into her ears. She gets up and takes her towel then heads for the bathroom. She takes her breakfast of hot coffee and two slices of bread, wears her tracksuit pants and a sleeve with a black jacket as she is preparing for work in her home in Canada. She puts all of her stuff together and leaves the house and drives away.

Dr. Hefner Eric has been the coroner for the police department, Allen District for as long as his certificate was handed to him 20 years ago. He didn't get to stay that way without his super apt sense of discerning. He was one of the best they have got and was the only one available when the need for one arrived. Despite being forty-three years old, he is still one to jump around when called to work. The reluctance other staff younger than him would show, was never in him since he began.

Just like every Thursday, he is always sleeping over at the station. He is called to check out the corpse of a woman at Allison Baker's way. A police restriction line had been created two hours before Dr. Hefner got there.

The city police department received a call early in the morning from a woman who wasn't ready to reveal who she was.

"Hello. Oh my God." She cries on the phone.

'911. What's your emergency?"

'A man is lying in his pool of blood," She replies, shivering and lowering her voice. She feared that anyone who had hurt the man might still be lurking to get his next victim.

'Where are you ma'am?" The call taker asks.

'I am on Allison Baker's Way." She replies.

'I advise you to leave where you are right now," The call taker says.

The public safety communicator who picked her call must have thought she was pathetic, but not like she cares. There would be no explanation for her death if it got out that she died around 11pm as the body began to decompose. The woman turned back home. She was glad she wouldn't go to work today. She would give an excuse of nearly being attacked.

An ambulance arrived minutes after but it was rather late. The police had to be called in since the dead man no longer needed medical attention but justice for whatever might have happened to him.

The cops were gathered outside a building at a crime scene. A murder just happened there as the area is restricted from movements except for the police officers who were allowed to roam about.

'This is the murder scene." The police officer walked towards Claire Evatt who made her way under the condemned tape.

'Oh shit!" She quickly turned and took a minute to adjust what she just saw.

"Another murder, 13 days in a row." Claire exclaimed in disbelief and shock.

'You okay here, detective?" The officer assured and Claire nodded.

'Yes, I'll never get used to seeing dead bodies. It's been seven years now. So… what exactly happened?" She asked.

Yes, she never had nightmares and she believed she got to see nightmares in real life.

'The body was cold when we got here and after a few examinations from the lab, Dr. Dallin was able to predict the time of death which we assume was around 11pm. Also, the deceased has a similar wound on her back, this particular wound looked like a pair of wings drawn on the shoulder blade and it was cut with a knife," Claire let out a sigh of irritation and put on her gloves.

'The cut made all the victims die of blood loss. So… we believe that this murder was similar to several previous murders," The officer added and Claire kneeled down to look at the body.

'Strangely enough, this scene is very clean and tidy," Claire declared and something on the body caught her attention.

A business card.

'Emelda Warren," She read the card that was covered with blood.

'Oh yes. Which reminds me, the deceased was a member of the secretary's office of the Wright House. And our prime suspect is Maxwell Wright." The officer said and Claire put the card in a bag.

'Well… then, finally a suspect. Get me a sanitizer, we have some big fish to fry,"

Claire walked away from the body and insisted they take the body to the lab for more examination as she had places to be.

Later That Morning,

At Wright House,

'Excuse me, lady! You have to sign in!" The receptionist yells and Claire just shows her her badge and doesn't say a word.

'I'm looking for Mr. Wright," She asked the janitor and she pointed to a man right next to the elevator. 'Thank you."

Maxwell is wearing a smooth shirt and left it unbuttoned at the top for a more casual look.

The jacket fits him like a glove, a tailored glove. The buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up, it's the best way to wear a jacket like this after all.

He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket and they create a perfect balance with his shoes.

She walked towards him.

'This better be worth my time, what do you want?" Maxwell roared before he could turn to see who was right next to him.

'Mr Wright, I'm detective Evatt and I have some questions regarding the murder of Emelda Warren," Claire said so boldy and Maxwell turned.

She now had a clear look of what he looks like he got black, frizzy hair clumsily hanging over a lean, confused, handsome face. Bright blue eyes, set well within their sockets, watch vigorously over the badge.

A knife left a mark reaching from just under the left eyebrow, running towards the tip of the nose and ending on his chin.

There's something mysterious about him, perhaps it's his attitude or perhaps it's simply his company.

"So? What about it? Shouldn't you be doing your work rather than wasting my time here?" Maxwell growled.