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Thick Fog roamed the Bulwer ave in London. The Street lights flickered every minute, creating an illusion that they were unsettled by something that could be looming around outside. Some people thought it was a safety hazard so they complained many times, only to be answered with a "sorry, we will fix it soon." That "soon" Will most likely never come .
On the left side of that road which was covered in rain from a few minutes ago. Behind those flickering street lights was a double story building, it was nearly identical to the others that surrounded it, but the only difference was that it had more vines in the crevices on the bricks then the ones around it. It made sense because the building had been there many years before than the ones that surrounded it. In the building on the second story was a compact room in the already not spacious building sheltered a man by the name of Jay Carson. The detective.
The 25 year old was sitting down on a worn out couch, making a imprint of the places he once sat in before, like a ghost had been there for quite a while for something.
He was a detective not too famous. Yes he got little cases here and there, but nothing that he ever craved for. A murder mystery perhaps? Yes, that did sound very exciting to him, but unfortunately and fortunately there weren't many murder cases going around. If there was it would be solved before Jay could get his fingers on a clue or anything that somehow would get him a key into the case.
As he sighed while staring out the widow at the cracks of other buildings there was the sound of faint footsteps coming closer to the door were getting faster and faster until-
"Mr Carson!"
A short boy about 17 years old with blond hair that looked like it had been through a hurricane, popped his head through the door to make sure there was someone in the room. Once he saw Carson the young boy jumped into the room smiling brightly with a hint of mischief. He started waving around a folded piece of paper like a trophy. Carson took notice of this as he calmed down form the internal shock he had a few moments ago.
"Tim, what has got you in a twist?" Carson questioned as he raised his left eyebrow while looking at the giddy boy who couldn't stay still for a few seconds due to the excitement.
"Guess who got us a murder case!" Tim staggered up towards his partner, he put his hand that wielded the mysterious note on chest and he whispered. "It was me by the way" Tim winked at Jay.
Tim slapped down the piece of paper onto Carson's desk loudly the sound echoing through the whole room, both of them wincing at the sound.
"On the piece of paper is the address."
Tim had a mischievous smile plastered to his face as he jumped into the wobbly wheeled desk chair that needed repairs but Jay would always say he would "do it tomorrow" but never did from laziness, Carson stood up quickly as he could with his stiff legs and reached out his hand for the paper. Flipping it over was a messy written address in ink, it was a bit hard to read with the smudges on it but Carson didn't expect any better from Tim, the boy must have been in a rush and accidently put his hand over it before it dried.
He folded the paper into four parts and walked up to his long, worn out coat and stuffed the paper into one of the pockets that didn't have a hole in it. While putting it on he reached for a hat that hung on the handle of the door, it was the same material of the coat a nice grey plaid. But it had one square that was out of place, it had been sewn onto it because there had been a hole as usual.
Carson was quite attached to that hat and never wanted to throw it out his assistant had tired on multiple occasions but always failed, Carson always said that it might become even more valuable one day or he grandchildren could have it as a "passing down tradition". As soon as the hat was put on his head Carson grabbed Tims arm gently but firmly pushing Tim out the door with him and so began their journey.