Murder on New Years Eve
Hi, I’m detective Jones Clyde. I’m the head of the NYPD Detective Bureau. Most of the cases that I’ve done personally haven’t taken to long, only a month or two, but for the obvious reason of 100s’ of thousands of people standing in the location where this homicide occurred; however it’s been taking an extremely long amount of time to solve this case. It all began on January 1st at the exact time of 12:00; the time the murderer struck. Many eyewitness accounts have come to me to explain what had happened but for some reason none of them match up. It’s as if someone tampered with their memories.
On the 2nd of January around 1:30 A.M the department received a phone call from a rather panicked person freaking out trying to explain what had happened while there are thousands of people running around screaming. At this very moment the best possible thing I could think of doing was telling her to come down to the station as soon as she could to tell us what had happened. She arrived in less than half an hour and started to explain her situation,
“We were doing the countdown when all of the sudden right when we both said one in unison I seen someone standing behind her with a gun prepared to pull the trigger, I tried to warn her but it didn’t work! I don’t think the person who murdered her choose her on accident, I think it was purposeful and planned.”
“Ma’am please remain calm, when you called we already began to develop a case and trying to pick out ways we could solve it, do you remember what this person looks like?” I calmly reply, being calm to someone who just experienced someone being murdered was probably my first good decision.
“Well, yes..” I cut her off, “Listen, let me go get one of the sketch artists and we can have them draw out your description, okay?”
“Well, I guess so.” I left, speed walking down the hallway, I knew this case would take a lot longer than any of us have ever spent on a case. There are millions of people in New York, and there was over a million people at time square that night.
“Knock knock” the door rasped as I knocked on the head sketch artists door. The door creaked as it opened,
“Hello Detective, what a pleasure to see you” he says.
“Actually, it’s all my pleasure to see you. See I have a woman down the hall who just came in about a murder case, she says she can describe the person who murdered the victim.”
“I see.” The conversation ended, I signaled to him that he should follow me and we rushed our way back to the entrance.
“Right this way ma’am” said [Insert name] as he led her to the room where he keeps his sketching supplies. “Alright, you may go.”
“Well, he was a tall white male who looked to be in his mid 20s’. He had a hood over his hair and he wore a long black sweater with ripped jeans. He carried some sort of small pistol.” she said slowly, remembering things as she went. 10 minutes passed before [insert name] finished his sketch.
“Does this look like him ma’am?” He replies, the woman whose name has been discovered to be Molly, gasps. She nods quickly and heads out of the room.
“Ma’am, please come back, we need to finish talking..” I was cut off by the sound of the closing door. That was a typical thing that happened here when homicide occurred. However immediately when I got back to my office with the sketch to scan and search I put her name on the suspect list; only because it would be a smart move of the murderer to come in and report the murder.
