The Detective – Episode 1 – Murder In The Park

*riiiing*

Rachel is instantly woken by the sound of the doorbell. Lying in bed, in the darkness, she tilts her head sideways to look at the clock on her bedside table. It’s 3am.

Probably just a drunk ringing all the doorbells in the street, she thinks to herself. Or someone trying to get in to the apartment building, trying random buzzers hoping that someone will allow them access. Either way, she decides it isn’t her problem, and closes her eyes.

Before she can get back to sleep, however, there is a bang on her apartment door.

Okay, she tells herself, now it’s my problem.

Rolling out of bed completely naked, she tip-toes her way through the darkness and towards the door of her apartment. A foot away from the door, another bang makes her recoil.

Who is it? Am I in danger?

She carefully leans a hand against the door, presses her face to the wood, and looks out the peephole. When she sees the male figure standing there, she recognises him instantly, and opens the door a few inches.

“Jeff, why the fuck are you here at three in the morning?”

“Well, I did try ringing and texting first, but there was no reply. You forgot to charge your phone again, didn’t you?”

“…Maybe…”

“As two detectives, I think we both know that when a suspect says ‘maybe’, they usually mean ‘yes’”

“Right, fine, sorry, guilty as charged. But, why are you here? Looking for a booty call?”

“Got a report in about a shooting in the Bradley Estate. First officer on the scene confirmed one male victim, deceased. We’ve been called in to lead”

“And why, for the love of God, have we been given the case when we are off-duty? Surely there are other detectives who could have taken it?”

“Looks like there’s been another victim of the Page Three Killer on the other side of the city. Most of the department is all hands on-deck over there, so we…”

“We’ve been left to clean up the scraps. The boring murders”

“Exactly”

“Fine, give me 20 minutes to shower and get dressed. You want to come in while you wait?”

“Inviting me in to your apartment, in the middle of the night? What would my wife think?”, Jeff jokes.

“She’d probably say that having affair is the most exciting thing that’s happened in your relationship for years”

“I’ll have you know I am a happily-married man”

“Debate is still open on the ‘happily’ bit. Come on then, in or out?”

“In, I’m freezing out here”

Detective Rachel Tiernan swings the door open, allowing Detective Jeff Maguire access to the apartment. She then reaches for the light-switch, lighting up the apartment.

“Oh you… um… you’re…”, Jeff stutters.

“Naked? Yeah, I noticed. You did get me out of bed, after all”, she responds casually, striding through the apartment towards the bathroom. “Tell me, is my ass better than your wife’s or not?”

“I’ll have to plead the fifth on that one,” responds Jeff, watching Rachel’s ass bounce with every stride.

“Do me a favour!” Rachel shouts from around the corner. “Brew us up a pot of coffee while you wait, I won’t be long!”

“Will do,” Jeff replies, happy to retreat to the kitchen where he can hide his growing erection behind the counter.

Rachel closes the bathroom door, turns on the shower and steps right in. She has always loved showers. She considers it her safe place, somewhere she can wash everything away the worries of the world, both literally and metaphorically.

As the warm water trickles down her skin, and she rubs body lotion across her breasts, she wonders what Jeff is thinking outside.

Despite her jokes about Jeff’s marriage, she knows that he is, indeed, happily married. He was already married before she was promoted to detective and joined his department.

She enjoys flirting with him, and he clearly enjoys flirting back, but she knows that it is unlikely anything will ever happen between the two of them.

Unlikely, but not impossible.

No, Rachel prefers men who are single, and available. Or at least, men who she thinks are available. It isn’t her fault if they don’t tell her they have a girlfriend, or fiancée, or a wife.

She has always been the centre of attention ever since she grew breasts. Men would fall over themselves to be with her. Which is just the way she likes it.

All men want is to fuck her, and all she wants is to be fucked. Why complicate things with talk of “love” or “relationships”? As soon as those words are brought up, then they are out the door, regardless of how big their cock is.

Absent-mindedly, Rachel realises she has been stroking the outside of her pussy for far too long, and turns off the shower. Masturbating alone can wait, she has a murder to solve.

Dripping wet, she dries herself off with a towel, and crosses the hallway into her bedroom to get dressed, making sure to remember her badge and gun. When she is finished, she re-joins Jeff in the kitchen.

“You’re a life-saver”, she says, seeing two flasks of coffee on the kitchen counter, ready-to-go.

“I plugged your phone in as well”, Jeff responds, pointing a finger towards the living room. “It should be up to about 20% now, which would be a personal best for you”

“Asshole,” she says smiling, as she unplugs her phone and retrieves her flask of coffee, before heading out into the night.

The Bradley Estate is a nice area of the city. At the centre of the estate is a small, rectangular park, surrounded on three sides by about 50 houses in total. The fourth side of the park is the only way in or out of the estate.

Rachel and Jeff make a note of this as they pass through the police cordon: either the killer lives in the estate, or they left the estate via this route.

Finding a place to park his car, Jeff leads the way towards the centre of the park, where the majority of police activity is taking place.

“Hello, detectives”, says one of the officers as they approach.

“Hello, Officer Hernandez”, says Rachel, reading his badge.