Short Story: The Detective

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I still remember the look on his face when I told him what happened. He had been in the crime investigation field for years. He was the greatest detective the police force had ever seen. H e had seen things that would scar most people for life and yet he hadn't been bothered at all. But this particular event was different because the victim, was his daughter. "Where was she seen last," the detective asked. His face was stolid yet I could hear the pain and panic in his voice. "Uh I'm pretty sure she was seen at the theater sir. She was uh on her way to work." I couldn't concentrate on my words. My mind was in so many other places. I felt like a mother whose baby just died. His daughter was my best friend for life. I hadn't fully come to terms with the fact that she may be dead. I won't believe it until I see her corpse. "I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him. "Let's go," I said with mor...

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