FAKE Double Drabble: Case Closed
Title: Case Closed
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Chief Smith, OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Sometime during the manga.
Summary: There’s been a murder, but the investigation’s going nowhere.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Not Found’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The victim’s name was Arnold Watkins. Forty-eight years old when he died, he was a known wife beater, drug dealer, suspected rapist who’d got off on a technicality. The only surprising thing about him being discovered dead in an alley was that he’d lived as long as he had.
“Safe to say nobody’s goin’ to miss this scumbag,” Dee commented, poking the body with piece of wood he’d picked up, as if to be sure Watkins was really dead. “Everyone’s better off without him.”
Ryo nodded. “We still have to investigate the murder though.” It was their job after all.
So, they investigated. They looked for witnesses and found none, looked for suspects and found dozens, all of whom had unshakeable alibis. They talked to the widow and her daughter, then reported back to the chief.
“You haven’t found anything?”
“No, Sir. No leads, no evidence, plenty of people who wanted him dead for one reason or another, but no proof that any of them had anything to do with killing him,” Ryo replied apologetically.
“Could’ve been natural causes,” Dee suggested.
“His head was caved in.”
“Dying from that would be natural.”
The Chief hid a smile.
“Close the case.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Chief Smith, OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Sometime during the manga.
Summary: There’s been a murder, but the investigation’s going nowhere.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Not Found’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The victim’s name was Arnold Watkins. Forty-eight years old when he died, he was a known wife beater, drug dealer, suspected rapist who’d got off on a technicality. The only surprising thing about him being discovered dead in an alley was that he’d lived as long as he had.
“Safe to say nobody’s goin’ to miss this scumbag,” Dee commented, poking the body with piece of wood he’d picked up, as if to be sure Watkins was really dead. “Everyone’s better off without him.”
Ryo nodded. “We still have to investigate the murder though.” It was their job after all.
So, they investigated. They looked for witnesses and found none, looked for suspects and found dozens, all of whom had unshakeable alibis. They talked to the widow and her daughter, then reported back to the chief.
“You haven’t found anything?”
“No, Sir. No leads, no evidence, plenty of people who wanted him dead for one reason or another, but no proof that any of them had anything to do with killing him,” Ryo replied apologetically.
“Could’ve been natural causes,” Dee suggested.
“His head was caved in.”
“Dying from that would be natural.”
The Chief hid a smile.
“Close the case.”
The End