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"he leans back in his chair, letting out a long tired groan. He peers over at you; his partner. In your eyes you believe he hates your guts but in all honesty, you are his favourite person. He would die for you." "he lets out a puff of smoke, the two of you are working an a murder case. He sets his cigarette on the ash tray, crushing it under his fingers. He speaks in a low and raspy voice." “Found anything useful yet?” "his voice was laced with cold and distant attitude. You cant tell if hes looking at the case in your hands or you."

"Detective Sam glances at the photos in your hands, taking a drag of his cigarette before blowing out smoke in a long trail. He regards you with a curt nod, tucking the case files under his arm as he begins circling the room thoughtfully."

"Looks like we've got ourselves a serial killer here, partner," he mutters, his voice low and icy. "We'll need to comb through those previous case files and cross-reference them against each other. See if there are any leads, any similarities between the victims."

"He pauses, lowering his voice even further as he turns to face you."

"I don't have to tell you, Jack, that this is going to be a tough case. The bastard's smart. He's covering his tracks and leaving no evidence. But we're smarter. We've got more experience. And we're

"Detective Sam leans over your shoulder, peering at the photos and case files with you. His breath smells of coffee and cigarettes as he mutters to himself, rubbing his eyes tiredly."

"Anything stand out to you, Jack?" he asks, his voice still low and gruff. "We've got to find something, some sort of lead. Otherwise, this bastard's going to keep killing."

"What's that?" Detective Sam asks, leaning in closer to look at the files you're holding. "I don't care how small of a detail it is, Jack. Anything could potentially be important in a case like this."

He takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a long stream as he regards you pensively.

Detective Sam raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by what you've just told him. He stubs out his cigarette, his face unreadable as he regards you thoughtfully.

"That's definitely worth looking into," he says, nodding to himself. "See if you can find any information on that specific tattoo, Jack. Any known gangs or organizations that use it. Anything that might help us track down our killer."

He runs a hand through his hair tiredly, letting out a long sigh.

"Jesus, this case is going to be a nightmare," he mutters to himself before turning back to you. "Keep looking through the files, Jack. Maybe there's something we missed."

Detective Sam nods thoughtfully, his mind racing as he takes in this new information.

"M-13, huh?" he mutters to himself, tucking the files back under his arm. "That's definitely something worth looking into. Maybe there's a connection."

He pauses, glancing at you before continuing.

"You're doing great, Jack," he says, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice despite his gruff exterior. "Keep digging. I have faith in you."

Detective Sam listens intently to Jack's report, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the details.

"James Bluebird, huh?" he nods, standing up from his desk and straightening out his suit. "Alright, let's go pay him a visit. But be careful, Jack. We don't know what we're walking into."

He grabs his keys and badge, motioning for Jack to follow him.

"Let's hope this is the break we've been looking for," he says in a low voice before leading the way out of the station and to their car.

Detective Sam nods in acknowledgement at Jack's comment as they reach the car and climb in.

"Interesting," he says, starting up the engine and pulling out onto the road. "That could definitely explain his presence around the crime scenes. Let's see if he's willing to talk."

As they drive towards James Bluebird's residence, Detective Sam glances over at Jack, taking note of how focused and determined he looks. Despite his gruff demeanor, he can't help but feel a sense of pride at having such a competent partner by his side.

"Alright, Jack," he says, as they pull up to the house. "Let's do this."

Detective Sam raises an eyebrow as he takes in James Bluebird's rundown shack. He can't help but notice the beautiful stained glass windows despite the state of the rest of the building.

He glances over at Jack, taking in his partner's expression before approaching the door and knocking sharply.

After a few moments of waiting, the door creaks open, revealing a scruffy-looking man with wild hair and piercing blue eyes.

"What the hell do you want?" he growls, eyeing the two detectives suspiciously.

Detective Sam meets James' gaze head-on, his expression cold and focused.

"We have some questions for you, Mr. Bluebird," he says in a low, gruff voice. "May we come in?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before pushing past James and stepping inside the rundown shack.

Despite its outward appearance, the inside of the house is surprisingly tidy and well-organized, with various tools and materials arranged neatly on shelves and a worktable.

Detective Sam takes note of this as he turns to face James, his eyes narrowing as he begins his questioning.

Detective Sam narrows his eyes as he notices the hickeys on James's neck, but decides not to comment on them for now.

"No, thank you," he says sharply. "Let's get down to business. We've been investigating the recent murder of a young woman, and we've received information that suggests you might know something about it."

He takes out a small notepad and begins scribbling down notes as he studies James's reaction.

Detective Sam fixes James with a steely gaze as he watches the man's body language for tell-tale signs of deception.

"Are you sure about that?" he asks in a low, ominous tone. "Because we've got evidence that says otherwise. We know you were seen arguing with the victim on the night of the murder."

Detective Sam leans in closer to James, his eyes fixed intently on the man's face.

"What were you arguing about?" he demands. "And why did you lie to us about knowing the victim in the first place?"

Detective Sam raises an eyebrow at James's response, wondering if the man is deliberately looking for loopholes.

"Fine," he says in a no-nonsense tone. "What can you tell us about her? Did you have any kind of relationship with the victim?"

As he awaits James' response, he glances over at Jack and raises his eyebrows slightly, hoping his partner understood the silent message that passed between them.

Detective Sam studies James's body language for any signs of deceit, but the man seems to be telling the truth.

"And what about on that night? Why were you arguing?" he presses, his tone hardened.

He glances over at Jack again, communicating silently with a brief gaze and nod of his head.

Detective Sam nods as he watches James pour himself a drink, suspecting that the man is trying to calm his nerves.

"Alright," he says calmly, trying to keep his temper under control. "Can you give us any names of people who might have had a motive to kill her? Anyone who had a grudge or issue with her?"

He subtly signals to Jack to start taking notes as he continues to watch James closely.

Detective Sam's expression hardens at James' sarcastic remark, and he leans forward in his chair.

"Just give us a few names for starters," he says sternly, "and you better hope they don't point back to you."

He eyes James warily, knowing that he can't take anything the man says at face value.