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The Urban Case It was dark at midnight and it was dead silent. No cars were on road or driving through the city. It was foggy and the air was really moist, couldn't see anything around. There was nothing but a drunkard fast asleep on the wooden floor of the dock bridge. He seemed to be an old fellow but he was at peace. Suddenly four massive shadowy figures approached the dock bridge. "Get rid of him," whispered one of the massive figures. Two of the shadowy men took hold of the drunkard's arms and feet and threw him in the deep waters of the Salt Lake seas. "Can't have any witnesses," whispered out the same man. "Can't we just pull the lever and bust this joint?" asked the last of the massive figures that apparently had a high pitched but raspy voice. "Let's just wait, after all we are ahead of schedule," replied the first massive figure. Koeb Arenas the III, last member of a royal family and part time detective of this city was awoken by a phone call from the Salt Lake police department. It so happens that there had been a fire in one of the warehouses downtown next to the docks. Not only that, but three ships had disappeared at the same time the fire took place. ...read more.


but this time he wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to a miniature basketball he just picked up from his bear rug underneath the sofa. He immediately threw the ball one handed to the other side of the room where there hung a basketball hoop about nine feet high. It went in only touching the net but not any other part of the hoop. "I love that sound! SWOOSH! I'm guessing I should!" exclaimed detective Arenas joyously and with a big smile drawn across his face. After he delved into deep research that took Arenas the detective around about seven to eight hours, he was in complete and utter shock and awe. He had hacked into the United States police department asylum system to find out about Psycho. Koeb Arenas the III had just found out that Psycho, or in other words Bruce Flintstone Cornelius, was his childhood friend from Pittsburgh. The great detective knew what he had to do to stop Psycho and where to go. It was nearly 6 A.M in the morning and the mayor of Salt Lake City was about to open a innovative new sporting brand warehouse and they were about to sell sporting items for free hence a lot of people were gathered for this sales event. Detective Koeb was already in the warehouse because he was granted special access to assure that Psycho and his gang doesn't strike again. ...read more.


you have a knife in your back pocket, consequently you could steal the coffers without anyone knowing and me out of your way," elaborated the zealously rational detective. The police siren was just sounded and heard nearby. "And how exactly did you figure this out?" asked Psycho rubbing his hands together as if he were excited. "I call it flashback insight, after all I was always your cerebral superior," said detective Koeb winking at Psycho. "Bravo! You are the smartest snake in this cruel and shallow jungle, don't worry me and my boys will get you next time, ol' buddy ol' pal," said the villain with a smile humorously. "Wait, this game isn't over yet!" cried the detective furiously pulling out his pistol ready to shoot. Unexpectedly white dust appeared out of the blue covering the five men behind as the detective tried to shoot at them. The detective coughed hoarsely and once the white dust unfurnished, Psycho and his gang had disappeared. "Bye-Bye," sounded Psycho's voice inside Koeb's mind. Detective Koeb Arenas the III walked out of the warehouse and looked up into the sunrise in the beautiful skies of Salt Lake City. "That feisty and vulgar jack will see what happens to him next time round, hah! I just had the last laugh," the unusual detective comically expressed his inner thoughts to kick off his new day. Signed, Koeb Arenas the III's Apprentice. ...read more.

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