The mercenary and the detective

ing, 2023–

g to catch

ades of orange and dark shadows. I, Ruth Sterling, a fearless detective with the New Orleans Police Department, found myself immersed in a sinister

tally slaughtered. My heart raced, feeling the pressure of recent events. The case I was trying to solve had not yet succeeded in finding

new,” I replied, hanging up the phone and look

tnessed the brutality of the terrorists. The savagery in every corner of the compound. Every clue found echoed the urgency of our mission. The photo

Since we know where each gang meets, I think I know where the next crime scene might be. I need you to be on my side,” I said, highlighting the epicenter of the events on the map, the bustling cente

ith determined eyes, I began to plot our attack. I planned to infiltrate the area

ery second, every pixel on the screens, was crucial to uncovering the next action of these

these evildoers before more lives were taken. Determined, I prepared for the night

I took a shower in an attempt to relax a little, and I washed my hair. I

message. -No leads so far, I'm trying to look for something new. I have some things to sort ou

me, as usual,” I replied. “It's okay, Eva. Don't worry

nts and a black button-down shirt with a vest underneath. I

ot into my car, and dro

That I guarantee.” I say as I drive quickly, feeling my heart racing,

rch of

lfing me. An aura of mystery and tension hung over the macabre scene. The place hadn't been c

. The metallic smell of blood permeated the floor, and it was as if the place itse

oiding the slimy puddles that marked the floor. The ee

d, my cell phone had its flashlight activated, illuminating my path and

aped the previous investigation. My eyes scrutinized my surroundings, meticulous and eager for any clue that might

rked tirelessly in the department, and now I was there, looking for any clue that would lead us to the

towards the heart of the mystery, determ

almost forgotten, but it caught my sharp attention. Carefully, using a glove, I picked up the object and placed it gently in a plastic bag. Hope and determination were rekindl

le to my lips. I quickly sent a message to my colleague Eva, sharing the

ng to go back and deliver the object. Let's pray it belongs to the criminal.

cho of my expectations and the suspense that the discovery brought. The road unfolded before me, and I longed

item to my colleague, Daniel, pinning m

this piece. It's our only chance,” I begged, fe

d promised to start identifying the fingerprints immediately. “You

It was time to go home, but

my shoulders. With a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, I longed for t

y mind was still restless. My days were a constant battle against crime, and even in the calm of the

to my pajamas. It was exactly the

uired,” I whispered

ould be hard work, searching for the killer's identity. I set the alarm o

and the uncertainty were still challenges to be faced, but for the moment, the darkness of sl