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My office was a rather small but generously spacious area which housed all I had to put in there well. It consists of my shelf which hosted lots of case files and books, my small
table and a chair, as well as a 15 inches plasma TV. The walls are decorated with different certificates of excellence from all levels, from national to local. On my table can be vividly seen a case file which had recently been stamped “Case Closed” in red by me, a calendar with lots of markings on it, lots of books scattered here and there, my .99mm pistol in its holster as well as a name plate bearing my name, Detective Wale Isaac.

I swiveled around in my chair to face the window and looked outside the city, rubbing my palms together and a slight grin crossing my face. I was happy that since I was brought into this unit, crime had reduced drastically, more cases have been solved and I would go down in history books as part of the people who made that happen. How happy I was. Now I can take a little vacation and feel in my mind that I really deserve it.
I was still locked into this pool of thoughts when my secretary barged into the office without knocking. With the agility of a trained officer, I turned around in my chair so fast and I could see a glint of fear in her eyes.
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I called my office and requested to speak with the Chief of Operations, someone we call Taylor.
“Hey Isaac. What is the situation on
ground” he asked
“Not good boss, not good at all”
“Tell me about it”
“He was dead before I came here, and his right hand had been sawed off. Really gory. His wallet did not give much info too. Only found a piece of paper with the numbers 4052 on it”
“Any idea why his hand was cut?”, he further asked me.
I bent down to look at the chain beside the phone and noticed streaks of blood on some of the linkages, and some flesh in another one.
“I think I know what happened here.

He attached something to the hand and secured it there, maybe a briefcase or something else. The hand was cut to retrieve whatever he was protecting”. I felt proud of myself to have made such a great observation at first sight, but then again, why would I be a detective if I did not have such a skilled set?
“That sounds really gory and inhumane”, started Taylor, “Isaac, I am putting you in charge of this investigation. I want results”
He did not even allow me to protest before I heard the dial tone. This was going to be a tough and tricky one. I put my phone back into my pocket and called one of the unit cops that came with me.
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I like thriller stories .. Lemme read this later..