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Opening my office door a fierce gust of wind grabbed at my body

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Chapter 1 Opening my office door a fierce gust of wind grabbed at my body sending violent shivers up my spine. I went over to the window and slammed it shut, keeping out the howling wind. Heavy rain hammered against the window, wanting to be in. The old, blood red carpet was wet, important papers was littered about the room. I slowly breathed out trying to keep my cool, I was known in the past to have a sudden temper and I could do as much damage as a bull in a china shop. When I had quickly gathered up the papers, I went to my desk and sat down in my chair, which was as old as the office and the stuffing was coming out at the corners. I cleared my throat and reached into my pocket for a cigar that I lit up and sat and drew long deep puffs from it, watching the smoke spiraling into the air made me calm and relaxed, and I started to feel drowsy. My eyes lazily started to wander about my office. They rested on the old filing cabinet in the corner that contained files of old cases, few were unsolved, but even so I had a separate drawer for unsolved cases. This draw sported a huge dint in it from when I had lost my rage when I couldn't solve a case, a case that was buried at the back of my mind, and the filing cabinet drawer. ...read more.

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There was a slight pause as if someone was in the background listening in. "Well you can come down and talk to me in my office Miss Walton." I said. "Yes I will do just that, I will be there soon, oh and Mr. Winnerow?" "Yes?" "Is there any way that someone could listen in, say a neighbour or..." "No there's no one around I am sure of that Mrs. Walton, I don't allow strangers to walk around in my apartment." A sigh came from the other end of the phone. "I will be there sharply Mr. Winnerow." She had put the phone down. I leant back into my chair thinking over the phone call as I did with all cases; sometimes the phone calls could bring some answers before the case was even started upon. This was the first client I had had in a while but never the less that didn't mean I had forgotten anything. I decided to light up a cigar as this occasionally helped my mind to clear and think better. The aching pains in my head cleared and no longer did I get waves of nausea passing over me. I noticed that in the phone call the woman, whom went by the name of Miss Rose Walton, had left slight pauses as if sacred of someone hearing in, she wasn't calling from a public phone, as I'm sure I heard no crowds or other peculiar noises in the background. ...read more.

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I mocked. "No, of course not! I just thought that the argument might have been another thing to add to what might have been a weakening relationship between the two." I nodded, thoughts running through my head of puzzlement. "Now may I leave and leave you to it Mr. Winnerow, I really must be getting back now I..." "Yes, yes of course you may leave. The cost of my services will be..." "Money doesn't matter, I'll pay everything when this case is solved, money is no problem to me." Again I seen her eyes glance around at my old furniture and I noticed a slight wrinkling up of her nose. "Of course I need to know where Mr. Chris lives Rose." "Oh yes of course, here" she said, pulling a pen out of her bag. I gave her a sheet of paper and she scribbled away on it. "How am I supposed to contact you?" I said noticing that the piece of paper had no phone number on it, or her address either. "I will be in contact every one or two days, I wouldn't rather you contacted me." The way she said that made me look at her. Something about her behaviour was odd. As I showed her to the door I decided that there was more to this case than she had stated. As the door closed and she left, I pulled on my large clock, pulled up the hood, and followed Rose Walton. ...read more.

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