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Crime continues to run rampant, but I will never stop fighting to keep this place safe. This time, a killer going by [Insert killer name] has been terrorising the city and pushing my brain to it’s limits. I’ve been on this for months now and I might need to get some outside help.
The case we’ve been working on is a certainly a tough one, but I’ve finally found a lead. At first, they seemed to be lacking a clear motivation and pattern. But I think these past murders are leaving a trail specifically for me. Or, more accurately, are trailing after me. Following this logic, their next step would-
“Morgan! I have a- Is that your diary?” Alex peaked into Morgan’s study with far too much enthusiasm for the late hour.
Predictably, Morgan denied it to hell and back, swearing they were “taking notes for the case” before subtly tucking their diary in its hiding spot. Alex didn’t comment on how the ex immediately changed the subject.
“Have you filled out the weekly report yet? It’s already week late.”
Silence.
“Get back to work,” Morgan ordered as they quickly got up.
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Leaving Alex to their report, Morgan took off like a man on a mission. They would have to be quick so Alex wouldn’t wonder why their impromptu shopping impulse left the low-ranking detective alone for several hours. Not the best excuse they’ve come up with, but it will have to do.
They scanned their surroundings with a critical eye. A green toned light flickered in the distance. The drugstore down the street was just about the only light source in view, chiming with each new customer.
It rang again as Morgan entered, beelining for the back store. Barnaby, Ohio’s personal assistant, and Ohio, the chief of police, sat next to each other, practically sitting on top of each other with how close their chairs were. The room they sat in was more like a closet, semi hidden behind a wall of canned beer.
Their space couldn’t even fit a table; the four chairs facing each other was all that could fit.
Morgan sat in the hard metal chair, wiggling about and turning in odd poses to get in place. The detective set their eyes on the couple again.
Barnaby and Ohio. Morgan had worked with the two many times in the past, before and after they started working as a unit. They were the only people they fully trusted in the precinct, and the only reason they had accepted to be paired with someone else.
They were the dream team.
After being briefed on Morgan’s new plan, the trio snuck out, each in intervals of 5 minutes so as not to raise suspicion, and each in different directions. Checking their phone, Morgan decided to head back to their apartment for the night for an early rest. It was already well into the early morning, and they all had quite a day ahead of them tomorrow.
Morgan peaked into the shared apartment, noticing Alex asleep on their pile of blankets on the floor, as they should be. They silently snuck into their study to finish their earlier entry.
I have been with my partner for almost three weeks now, since the previous one turned out to be a kidnapper working in cahoots with a serial killer. They orchestrated elaborate scenes but are now finally behind bars. The serial killer is, at least. Even if that same killer swore they didn’t get rid of my old partner to guarantee their silence, I suspected something fishy from the panicked look in their eyes. My new partner, on the other hand, is, well “strange” is the nicest word to describe it.
Name: Alex
Rank: F
Comments: Means well(?) but is quite terrible at their job -> look into getting them transferred
Unclear why they chose to be a detective when they struggle with even the most basic puzzles. Alex has failed the daily wordle 19 times in the time we’ve been together. They aren’t getting better.
(The next day, around noon)
“It’s not a diary.”
“Well, you’re very protective of your ‘not diary’.”
“You just suck as puzzles so much, that you think my drawers are ‘very protected’ as you put it.”
“Suuure. And that’s why it says ‘Diary’ in cursive in the front? Written in the biggest font possible?”
“…”