[CANCELED] 'The One Among Us'
My name's John Hudson, I'm a member of the LAPD for 2 years. I'm a detective on the homicide desk. After serving in army and fighting Okinawa for 3 years, I got wounded and sent back home. So I've been serving since. This is my story and what happened.
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"Dispatch to car 16 Adam" The radio suddenly crackled while my buddy, Detective Harry Clark was at the wheel. "16 Adam responding, go ahead dispatch." I replied Grabbing the microphone and bringing it to my mouth.
"The corner and and captain want to see you at 1324 East street to investigate a murder" I turn my head to Clark and he nods "That's only a few blocks from here" I raise the microphone to my mouth and say, "10-4 Dispatch. We're on our way"
Placing the microphone back onto the hook, Clark hit the siren and turned the car on the street on the left. "What do you think it's about?" I said as I watched the cars part for us as we sped by.
"Probably some morphine killer like last time. Grabbed the victim and over-dosed the person killing them"
I shake my head before I look at my notebook that I kept all my notes and flip back to a pervious case. "Maybe but the call sounded different then usual." "Oh lighten up John, you're still jumpy from the last case and the gunfight" Harry chuckled as he commented on my thoughts of the dispatch. "I guess we'll see" sighing I pocket my notebook into my suit before I lean on the car's window with my elbow.
Like always, a group of people gathered near the crime scene and the patrolmen had to hold them back and set up barricades. Parking the car on the side of the road, Harry and me got out and headed over to the entrance of the small gray house.
"John, Harry. Glad you could come" The corner, Michael, greeted us. "What do we have here?" I glance down at the body laying on the ground with blood pooled around his chest and arm. "Retired cop. Known as Lewis. He retired in 42' Two bullet wounds in his chest and one in his arm" Leading us to the body, Michael briefed us in the process.
"Mind if we take a look around?" I gestured around the thrown apart apartment. "Be my guest. He won't mind" Michael responded with a grin before Harry gave him a annoyed gaze.
Carefully examining the apartment, my gaze fell on a revolver and a few bullet casings. Crouching down, I picked up one and examined it. "32' caliber" I carefully set down the shell and pick up the revolver. Opening the chamber, I frown. "Harry, come here!" Walking up behind me, Harry looks down at the chamber "Its a gun" "Not just that, look!" I open the chamber and dumb the shells into the palm of my hand. "3 shots were fired. Same amount that Lewis got hit with." I quietly say before I flip the revolver. "The serial number is L926C2. Do you know a local gun store?" I asked as I read out loud the number and lay down the revolver getting up. "Sure I do, there's one near the corner of Rose and Daisy street."
Placing down the revolver and the bullets next to the pistol, I stand up and turn to Harry. "So we found our murder weapon it seems like" Harry said with a chuckle. "Seems like this killer doesn't know what he's doing" "Maybe, but it doesn't mean he isn't also smart" I reply as we headed to the door. Suddenly a cop and a women appeared and the cop said, "Detectives, this is Mrs. White. She lives next door. She reported saying she heard gunshots and a man fleeing from here." Listening to his report, I nod and reply "We'll handle it from here."