PERFECT

MURDER
PART 1

'Code 3, morder on road A - 30 to Dallas." A steped on the break, turned around and turned on the siren. A lot of people wouldn't like the word 'murder', but to me, it was something ordinary. It was my job.
I'm Alecia May. Al, Allie, May ... For many, I'm perfectly normal 28 year -old, without a family who lives on a remote farm in the heart of the U.S. state of Texas. My life would be quite miserable if I wouldn't have my job. I'm a criminal investigator and a forensic. It's interesting to work here. It's like every day I'm given a puzzle. All pieces must match, if not, image will not be complete.
I arrived at the murder scene and iget out of the car. There, Ray was waiting for me, my colleague and friend. "What do we have?" I asked. "A woman about 25 years, strangled and thrown into a ditch. She has a broken leg and ribs, the rest we'll have a look." I stepped to the edge of the road and looked down. On the granite paved ditch, lying motionless was a young woman dressed in a short purple skirt. . With gloves on, I examined her hand: "Or the devil." I showed him alittle dot on her elbow. "Drugs?" asked Ray. I nodded. In her hand I saw a tiny piece of paper. With tweezers, I took it out and stretched it, "Jack Bell, 34th Street Kensington" "It looks like an address," said my colleague. I got up and said: "Well, let's go."
"Jack!" I said while opening door. Ray stood behind me and covered me . I walked two steps forward. "Jack, we know you're here!" Around the corner came a tiny girl. After judging the appearance she was Japanese. "Is Jack here?" I asked. She looked at me blankly. "Do you speak English?" The question remained unanswered, as i would speak Russian. "Send me a translator guy," I said. With my hands, I signaled her to wait. I went into the room and sit down. After a long wait for 10 minutes, Bem, the translator guy has appeared at the door . "Yes, finally," I muttered. "Ask her what's her name and who is she?" He asked her and she answered. "Her name is Vanessa and she's living here." "Do you know Jack Bell?" I asked. "He's her roommate" "Where is he?" "She says he went to work." "Where?" "Car repair Bell." "Thanks," I thanked her and walked up the stairs. "Boy, people really need to learn English. If you live in Dallas, it would be good to at least learn a little bit of English," I was angry. "So what, big deal. It's not her fault." I rolled my eyes. I was very strict woman, without understanding to the other. Impatient, maybe.
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This is part 1. I hope you like it. And I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes, I don't speak english as my first language. Comment please, and let me know if you like it. Thankyou. If you comment, I'll probably follow you :)