Case No.1 Slender Beginnings-Prolouge
No furries, but soon will be added
Now I know I ain't the sharpest, brightest, or smoothest out there for other detectives, but the thing is the Ideas and the ways to solve these cases all just happen to align.
My name is Kenneth, and I am a detective for small towns, or big cities. Whoever calls first and pays the highest for me to solve there every whisical, and sometimes, downright ridiculous cases,
But the thing is they aren't all just petty, watch my boyfriend or girlfriend so they don't cheat on me, there are some real kickers, and ones that really kick your ass.
I got into the detective life-style when my father, James Bonacci, the best damn detective this country has ever seen, has solved cases from Seattle Washington, to Tampa Bay Florida, that have been declared cold, with nothing but a good, old-fashioned hunch.
Now with all the expectations being put on my shoulders from my father's legacy, I have no room for errors, or wrong guesses. I have to fullfill my expectations above and beyond, just to even be looked up in the phone book with a fresh case straight off the streets. Now the worst case scenario, is if I don't come back alive.
Case No.1 Slender beginnings
Now I am not one for the whole underground scene, with all it's different type of music, and rapid bass dropping, but that's how I got the first call.
-ring- -ring- -ring- answer the phone or I'm whoppin' your ass! Answer the phone or I'm whoppin' your ass!!
God! I have got to change that ring tone!
When I asnwered the phone, were my ears RINGING.
Is this Kenneth Bonacci, a muffled woman's voice at the other end of the phone.
I am calling you for a case that needs to be figured out before it's too late! Her voice sounded troubled and out of breath.
A case?
Is this the number to make a case or is there a different number I need to reach?
No, no, no, you got the right number but I can hardly hear you over your music, playing in the background.
Oh, sorry, let me just make my way outside.
The music slowly fades to outside traffic noise, as she makes her way out of the night club.
Can you hear me know?
A lot better, thank you. So what is it you need?
I need a detective down here right away, I called the police first, but they said I was just drunk or on some sort of drug and they hung up.
Alright just give me an address to go to, or we can meet up somewhere if you rather prefer that?
Yes! I'd rather we do that, than make a scene outside the club.
Okay where would we meet?
Umm, you know where Pumper's is in Whitewater off of Main st, by the carnival?
Yes.I know that place rather well.
Well that's where I am now, can we meet by the bar that's a block or two down, I don't want to leave my friends so far away, because we have plans later tonight.
That's no problem, I'll be down there as soon as I can.
Thank you so much!!!
-click-
Now Like I said earlier, I'm not one for the club scene, I'm more of a George Thorogood, or Whitesnake kind of guy, but hey when it comes to music on the case, I'm not picky.
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Its a very short chapter, but bear with me. The next chapter may be up very shortly. :)