The first thing we can cross out is that the victim was a normal life-gone-wrong deadbeat , he had no precious possessions and irregularities within his identity, except the occasional run-ins with the neighborhood loan sharks.
Looking through his files , these run-ins didn't match the usual , "Hey pay up mate !" , then they proceed to beat him up . The loan sharks themselves aren't our normal untrained ruffians, seems like this case has a few people's hand in it , it now requires me to go undercover.
Standing up from his old oak desk , one Maddison acknowledges he should've thrown out long ago as even the slightest weight applied makes a noise , which isn't a good thing in his line of business.
Maddison wore a deep black trench coat , knee level with a white button-up paired with black high waist pants , trending these days among London teens , and his Oxford shoes with black socks . Overall he was neat ,the goal was , afterall , to look mediocre, he was going 'undercover' in the slums of London.
Walking down Wilhelm Str. was rather the dull experience, the normal , slow transition of rich estates to the makeshift houses of the slums , the gravel road turning to a sandy foot path carved from the feet of people desperate for a change in life , others to pass time , the rich London air filled of artistocrats wife's exotic perfumes and detergents taking on the stench of human excrement filled with the oppressive spirit of death and despair .
In an unfortunate turn of events Maddison discovered he was to be supervised by the infamous senior officer , Louis Clearwater.
"Detective , long time no see , taking a walk are we ?" , the doomed imbecile asked me . " Yes, officer , I was until you came" , " Well , seems you have business in the slums ,seeing as you are going in that direction". I was at loss as to whether I should congratulate him for stating the obvious or simply not respond, I went with the latter.
"Why yes I am , the case is not solved as yet , remember?" , It wouldn't surprise me if the idiot forgot, he only hears the final report and stamps it in the system as done , Maddison thought bitterly.
" Ah , It seems I had forgotten ! , It must be the god of fate at play , that I see you again , well we better hurry " , Louis says happily , paying no mind to the fact his company was unappreciated.
" Well I would appreciate the company , however you're not quite dressed to come along " , he says feigning pity . " Oh , were undercover aren't we ! ", Louis says with childlike excitement, a big grin seated on his face .
"I think I'll pass very well for a poor person ", he says looking down at his attire and assessing it , " My whole outfit today is home clothes , under €15 000 ! " , he states as if normal .
The man was oblivious. One , for saying the worth of his outfit out loud , which garnered a few looks from the crowd . Two , for saying it's casual wear when he was suited in a navy blue coat , pure gold cuffs and a white undershirt made from silk , pressed by Arabian craftsman and black low waist pants , leather boots exported from China , his sword in its hilt at his waist .
Clearly not a home outfit , if anything he looks like his about to have an audience with the king.
"Mr. Clearwater -"
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" Please , address me as Louis", he says cutting Maddison off .
"Apologies, but we are not on first name terms" , I make clear, he's those people who make you think you're friends till push comes to shove .
" It seemed I overstepped your boundaries, I deeply apologize, I just seemed to connect with you so quick ,I grew up quite isolated with my other brothers " , there he goes rambling off and over sharing , however, the isolation part explains why he's so fast to want to connect with people , it's a subconscious reaction , I'm guessing the flirtings a persona he's developed because , people always give their attention to those small compliments or offensive comments , the goal is he gets the attention he was deprived of growing up .
Must suck a lot .
Interested, I ask him " How would you ?" , " My older brothers earned the title Clearwater, I merely inherited it " he says with with a chuckle, "That's not funny" I say unconsciously , not even hearing the words , he stops laughing and looks at me .
I usually hate when people get emotional about something and proceed to tell you their unwanted history , yet I find myself , in away , relating to him .
" It helps you know " , he says in a low voice looking downcast " , "What does?" , I question him , unaware my voice softened to match his , " Ripping of the band-aid, It makes people feel better because whether I healed or not isn't a concern , my wounds are entertainement for audience's of upper London" , he explains looking up at the evening sun , at that moment I understand him , no ............ I see him , the child that got hurt and wanted a friend to share his pain .
Shaking my head I deter my thoughts from going that direction, seeing myself in him isn't good , I made a promise to not remember younger me .
"I find the ideao of that company pleasing now" , I say leaving the question as to whether I'll be that friend open and unanswered.
" Thank you " , he respond In a whisper , as if afraid Maddison's words were glass , fragile and expected to break at the merest sound .
No , they were hi hope of finally getting someone to share the pain , to rip off this band-aid when he's well.
Walking in a comfortable silence they trudge on to their days mission .
As we walked I was happy to finally get some what of the days mission covered, however first step in I didn't expect to be welcomed with .............a bullet to the shoulder.
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