Friday, June 4, 9:57 am
Jordan is pulling out of the freeway. You know, it was supposed to be slow day today, then Jordan could get off early from doing detective police shit. Not this. He takes a left. Sorry to whoever the fuck died, but he just wanted some time away from work. Maybe go bird watching or something. Just- not this. At this hour in the morning. He turns right. Jordan slowly pulls up to the front of the house. He sighs, and bangs his head on the steering wheel 15 times. He signs again, forehead slightly swollen, and squints at the house. It looks like a mini mansion with a balcony, two or three stories, an arch type of front door, floral tiles, and decorative yellow "Do Not Cross" tape hastily stretched around. The dead guy probably got it by divorcing a bunch of rich old people after giving them a mediocre cock suck. He quickly walks into the house, finds the stairs, and takes them two at a time. When he reaches the top, he finds around 20 doors. He sees the second to last door, the only open door, and shoves his head inside. There's light murmurs, as a few policemen were already there. He spots Jasmine and Jace by a huge fucking bed, looking down at the yellow number cards and shit, around the end of the bed.
"Jeasis Christ..”, Jace slides his hands down his face.
“Lol yeah, about 15 stabs, AND poison found in her”, Jasmine smiles, pushing a document, what Jordan assumes to be the report, to Jace.
“Please stop saying ‘Lol’, theres a fucking dead guy here.”
“Lol no” Jace glares at her, she rolls her eyes, "Anyways, there was a bit of blood loss from her as well."
"Damn, left the victim to fucking die of blood loss?" Jasmine scoffs.
"I'll give you a-"
"Stop fucking around" Jordan pushes away the two, "There's a dead body, and all I see are tits." Jordan taps the paper that Jasmine shoved to Jace, "Read it."
Jace sighs, "Okay... Let's seee... Ok.. Kaylie Feathers, female, 4'11", Jasmine huffs a "Lol", and Jace resists the urge to drop kick her out of Earth's stratosphere, " Had 15 stab wounds on her... Neck, cheek, ass, forearms, some on her thighs, and her kneecaps.. They also found some marijuana and poison in her throat, and did have significant blood loss around her neck wounds... She had left that night to go to a concert.. She died around 12 am, but the bleeding looks like it started at around 11:40, a few minutes after she came home... No force of entry so it might be a worker.. Last ones in the house were the Thursday maids- what?"
"Shut up and continue," Jasmine huffs out.
"Hold on I gotta know what the fuck a Thursday maid is-"
"Itsamaidthatworksonthursdayokay?justshutupandcontinue"
"Fine!.. So bossy.." Jace growls, like a dog, Jordan just gestures to continue, "Okay uhhh.. Where was- Oh okay here, so the Thursday maids are.. Julie Rogers, Itzel Vianna, Danielle Acostea, Brayden Peelmen, and Natalie Clintin, though Natalie was out sick..And I think that's it.."
"OH! And she has a divorced wife and husband!" said a very short person, with such a baby face, they could've been a child. The child didn’t really say it with any enthusiasm, as if saying it was only a fact that they memorised from the back of a cereal box.
"Hey- children aren't allowed in this area." Jace steps in front of Jordan and grows a few inches taller.
The child gives a huff of annoyance, "I'm at least a few years older that you," they jab a finger in Jace's face, "and FYI, I'm the Feather's assistant." They whips out a business card and shoves it right back in Jace's face. He squints to read it.
There's an awkward silence.
Jasmine elbows Jace and murmurs, "Read it to us, you dingy fuck."
"Uh.. Wormy Karla.. Kaylie Feather’s Assistant..Huh.. well.." Jace swipes the card from Wormy and shoves it to Jasmine, " Me and my team'll do the thing and find the stuff.. so.."
Wormy raises a brow,“Okay well, she had a divorced husband named, Jacob-”
“-Nue, and a divorced wife named Grace Jamie, yeah, we have her file right here.” Jordan lamely points to Jace.
There’s another awkward silence.
Jasmine claps her hands, Wormy flinches, “Okay so, we’re all apart of the HPD, I’m Officer Simon,” Jasmine gestures to herself, “my detective friends Pera,” she places a hand on Jordan, “and this tall guy is Valréy,” Jasmine nods to Jace, “I understand you’re trying to help, and thank you, but we’re already here, and we have the info we need, so thank you again, for trying to help, but we got this.”
Wormy squints their eyes, slowly takes a few steps backwards, “Wait!”Jordan raises his hand, “We do wanna interrogate you, or something like that..”
Wormy relaxes into a neutral smile, gives Jasmine a second glance, then promptly goes to annoy the nearest policeman.
"The fuck is wrong with kids nowadays?" Jasmine releases a breath.
"The fuck are you holding in a breath for?" Jace accuses
"Uh, I don't know?" Jasmine looks back in Wormy's direction, they're not there, "Kids are getting more bold nowadays..", she awkwardly adds in, "Lol.."
Jordan rolls his eyes,“Well, I say we interrogate the maids TOMORROW, and the divorcees and assistants and shit the day after.”
“Oh wait! Let’s check the concert cams and shit.”, jasmine rubs her hands together, like a fly.
“How the fuck are we supposed to find a single person at a CONCERT?” Jace whips his head to her direction.
Jasmine puts her hands on her hips, “Maybe she like- makes out with the performer or something.”
“Or maybe, you just wanna-”
“Okay that enough guys.” Jordan sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. These two fucktards, are giving him a migraine, “We’re doing my plan right?”, he looks at the two. They disapprovingly nod, then go back to bickering about whatever. Jordan huffs out a groan and heads out of that stupid fucking house.
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