Allison Day : How I Became A Detective _ Part 1

Last night, returning from home was the toughest thing to do for me. A serial killer was on the loose who had just escaped from a nearby prison in Florida and had already committed 11 murders after his 'Jail Departure', 6 of em' being highly qualified detectives. It gave me shivers to think that If such qualified investigators were able to be murdered, what would happen to me? Plus, I always have to return to my grandma's at night from work. Yep, night. A perfect time of the day to kill. As I turned the knob of my grandma's garden to the right, I found something horrible. I found some footsteps in the mud leading to our fence and 2 drops of blood next to the footsteps. A cold shiver ran through my body. I knew something bad had happened and I quickly pushed the door to her house and rushed inside grandma's room, only to find her dead with blood all across her neck and all around the floor. I was devastated. My grandma has been the only kind person to me ever since mom and dad dumped me, and my big brother died. I had no choice but to recollect myself and call the police. Unfortunately, I was put on the waiting list and only got my turn by 6:30 AM in the morning, enough time to give the murderer a good escape. At 6:40 sharp, someone rang my bell. I rushed down the stairs and opened the door. A tall man in big brown boots and a fat mustache was standing at our door.

"I'm Lieutenant. Markson Kalp. I heard a murder has been reported here. May I meet Ms. Allison Day?"

I shook his hand.

"I am Allison Day. My grandmother has been murdered...and I've reported it. Please come in."

He nodded his head and walked into my....umm....grandma's house. His team came by a little later and photographed the crime scene.

Mr. Markson turned to me.

"Ms. Allison, you may please come to my office today at 7 PM. I want you to fully detail everything you know to our detectives."

I nodded. My heart was crying and heartbroken on the inside. My grandma, who had always been there for me and supported me enough, I just let her die, without being able to protect her on such a dangerous time like this.

At 7 PM sharp, I left the house and went to the police station and had a seat. I confessed all that I knew, about the footsteps, the blood, and how I found the deep cuts around her neck. Tears fell down my cheeks as I narrated the story, while the assistant kept handing me tissues. Mr. Markson knows stood up.

"I heard all that I had too, Ma'am. I am very sorry for what happened and I'll make sure we catch that crook and hang him before he can commit more such crimes."

I thanked him and headed back to grandma's house, to have a good sulk about how bad I granddaughter I am. Mr. Markson's team came the other day too to study the footsteps in the garden.

Mr. Markson looked at me.

"Ms. I definitely know who the killer is."

I leaned closer with a shocked look.

"It's a Tyges."

I wasn't surprised. I had a feeling it was him.

"It's the same footprint Ms. The ones which we had studied in a murder before, and they are the same."

It was that serial killer, Tyges!

"Do you have any idea where he must have gone know?", I asked him doubtfully. He shook his head.

"Not at all, miss. Sorry. We're totally clueless at what's his point of murders and where he goes."

As I see his team leave, a big feeling of hopelessness dries my soul. I get super depressed and am about to throw up when a brainwave hits my mind. My eyes lighten. I suddenly start talking to myself.

"Well, I saw footsteps in the garden and blood nearly 2 cm away from it. It means he Tyges killed grandma and rushed out, so no one could see him, and as he accidentally walked in the mud, his footsteps were formed........and since his knife must have gotten bloodshed, it might have spilled some of the blood on the mud, right next to him."

Then I walked to the fence and started confiding the clues.

"His mud footsteps end near the fence and then a little mud is on the fence too, that too in a sequence way. Which means...…he must have climbed on the fence and jumped out."

I walk out the garden door, outside our fence.

"Since his legs were in the mud, some of the mud must have gotten to his shoes as well...…. So if I try and put attention...….. Yes! There they are! The rest of his footsteps!"

Excited, I followed his footsteps, right to a black tunnel where I suddenly lost track of it. I grumbled at myself.

"Ugh! The darkness must have made them invisible. Lemme turn on my flashlight." But I was in such a hurry, that I had forgotten to bring my phone. It had gone a little dark outside too, and I was starving, so I decided to complete my investigation tomorrow. The next day, I called Mr. Markson and told him everything. He listens in quite an interest and then waves his team. "Looks like you've got a mystery to solve. Let's go, let's go, let's go!" I beam and follow them to their car and lead em' to the tunnel. Everyone opens their torches and switches em' on. We see footsteps there too, but by the time we go to the end of the tunnel, they have super faded and we can't see the rest of em'. As we walk away in despair, I notice something.

"Mr. Markson! Look to your left! There's mud there!"

Although the mud is almost faded, it leads to a kind of secret junk spot, super suitable for gangsters. I get all excited again and am ready to discover that area, but an arm stops me. I turn around to see Mr. Markson. He speaks out to me.

"Look Ma'am, I know that you're super unhappy about what happened to your grandmother but we need to be careful. If Tyges is in there, he must be ready with his weapons for unpleasant surprises like this. We need to be ready too. This team of mine only investigates. I also need people who are stronger and more armed. We can't take any chances, Ms. Allison."

I knowingly nod and walk away with him, anxious about what the morrow will bring.

The next day, he came with a team of 6, probably, and quickly called me into his big muddy jeep. I sat in his jeep and bit my nails all the way to the tunnel. When we reached there, I anxiously stepped out of the jeep and we all cautiously tip-toed inside. The junk spot was very filthy and disgusting, but I had to do it for my grandma. As we walked inside, I noticed some food bits fallen in front of a ripped curtain. "Enchiladas!", I cried out. Mr. Markson shushed me, and then looked to where I was pointing. "Yes, Ms. Allison. They are Enchiladas. But...…what are leftover bits of Enchiladas doing here?"

I suddenly looked thoughtful. "I think I know why.", I replied mysteriously. I walked to the curtain and slowly shoved it aside. The others followed me, curious. The curtain opened another room, which was full of clues. The others gasped, only I wasn't surprised. I walked furthermore and saw some drops of blood on the floor, which were carving an object. I leaned closer and touched the blood and started tracing the sequence in which it was dropped. The others watched me, curious. After I finished, Mr. Markson leaned closer to the drawing and gaped.

"Holy Banana Pants! It forms a knife!"

I stood up and turned to him.

"Yes, Mr. Markson. It indeed is a knife. I understand everything now. This is where Tyges must sit and plan all his murders. And that knife-shaped blood over there. It's probably where he kept his knife, which might have become bloody because of all the murders. Now about the Enchiladas. He might have had the task of committing 12 murders or something and then going to some other country to murder. Since he is a Lapses, he might have been born in Mexico, and that's why he ate Enchiladas, and if he is not here, it means he might be doing something to fly to Mexico."

Mr. Markson looked at me, eyes gleaming.

"You're right Ms. Allison. It perfectly makes sense." But then his blue eyes looked sad. "But if he wants to fly to Mexico, you don't mean-"

"-that he has to hijack the 'Mexican Sapphire Airlines? Yes, I do."

Mr. Markson quickly cheered everyone up.

"Let's look at the positive side. Now that we know his next step, we can stop him from doing it. We need to postpone the 'Mexican Sapphire Airlines' and find him immediately."

We didn't have to bother though. Tyges was one step ahead of us. He had already hijacked the 'Mexican Sapphire Airlines' before we could postpone em'. 2 air hostess had been killed, with 7 passengers, and only we were to blame. I had watched the news in Mr. Markson's office, and he was fuming.

He hit his large hands hard on the table, furious, and turned to me.

"Listen, Missy. We really need to stop that crook before he can take more innocent lives. He kills like crazy and I swear this time if I catch him, he's going to hell, not jail!"

I calmed him down.

"It'll be ok, Mr. Markson. At least we know where to find him."

At that, Mr. Markson furiously eyed me and shoved some map from his drawer and punched it on his table.

"Missy, Estas enojada? Look how grande Mexico is. ¿Cómo encontraremos a ese ladrón en este país?"

I gaped at him. His assistant came closer to me and whispered in my ear. "When sir is furious, he speaks in Spanish. His native language."

Well, in case you're wondering what he said to me, you open up your Google Translate and type in that and check. That's what I did. I do speak French, but Spanish is literally Hors de mon esprit for me.

"Have faith, Sir. You'll figure out something to find Tyges and will be able to stop him...…don't worry."

Now, exactly what that 'something' is, You'll have to read Chapter 2 of this book. ENJOY!