Scar A Case With Companions Part One

 The Client

Scar was running. She saw an enlarged version of the witches that had raised and tormented her for the first five years of her life. This was followed by an enlarged version of Morana. They all had weapons in their hands . The witches had the knives they used to cut her and Morana had a gun that was shooting at her. She dodged a bullet only to feel the blade in her chest. She looked down to see the youngest witch with her pale smiling face.

“Soon we will have you Mythos Puros!”

Then BANG! BANG! BANG!

Her eyes opened as she let out a sigh. Her body was covered in sweat.

Oh good. It was only a dream.

Then she heard the doorbell go off and soon she jumped off the sofa and turned off the TV then went to the door. She looked down slightly to see an old lady in a long black hooded coat. 

Oh finally! Client!

“Sorry. Come in, just water for a moment.”

“Thank you!”

She nodded as she ran up to her room. She then ran to her clothes and got dressed into her black jeans and white long sleeve shirt and put a red t shirt on top and ran back down.

“Hello.” She said as she put on her father’s hat.

“Hello dear. Tell me, is the Detective Scar here?”

“Yes, what do you want?”

She looked down.

“Can you get her, it’s really important.”

“Don’t need to.”

“But I have a case for her.”

She let out a slight huff as she rolled her eyes.

She doesn’t get it.

“I’m Detective Scar.” She said, slightly deadpan.

She looked down, her eyes widened with shock, yet there was a slight tone of anger in them too.

“Urm..dear…”

“Do I have to get my licence?”

She looked at her in slight alarm.

“No. I believe you.”

That was when she cocked her eyebrow.

“But I’m twelve. I could be lying to you.”

She let out a light chuckle.

“I’m sure that you’re not dear. I can tell that lying isn’t in your nature. I can tell these things, see.”

She nodded.

“So, do you want a cup of tea? It will help you.”

“Thank you dear.”

They walked in and she took her right where the living room was. She made them a cup of tea. She put them both on a tray with a bowl of sugar and a small jug for milk. She then walked diagonally to the living room. She rested it on a table.

“Milk?”

“Yes, but not too much.”

She nodded and poured it.

“Sugar?”

“No thank you, dear.”

She then stirred and put the bag in the bin and gave it to her. Then she made a strong tea with three sugars in. Even though she did not like the taste, she knew that the dopamine could help her get her mind off things.

“So what’s the case?” She asked before taking a sip and making her dislike.

“Well, my husband was killed a couple of days ago.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“And the police are not investigating?”

She let out a sigh as tears entered her eyes.

“They are, but I can tell that they are not doing a good job. In fact it’s almost as if they don’t want to solve this case.”

She nodded.

So that’s why you turned to me.

“And I wanted answers and I heard that there was a private eye here and I decided to hire her. Although, I didn’t expect her to be a mere child.”

She shrugged as she took a sip. The old lady did the same.

“So what did your husband do? Thought he would be retired by now.”

“Ooh no. He loved his work. He was the cleaner of an organisation, I don’t think I remember the name. That was all he did. Nothing more and nothing less.”

She nodded.

Must have seen something that he shouldn’t have.

“Did this organisation have delicate secrets that needed to be kept?”

She paused as she looked at her, shocked and paler than before.

“N-no- I-I don’t know. I don’t think he did.

She then took a sip.

Well this would be a good case that may be challenging. Yet it might be more than I can chew but maybe it is one that I can solve. Yet this could also demand everyone to start taking me seriously. So this could be a big moment in my detective career…

“Alight. I’ll take your case, Mrs?”

“Cole.”

“Mrs Cole, I will take the case.”

“But you’re just a child!”

“Still taking it!”

“Alright, if you insist.”