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Realistic or Modern small town mystery - 1 x 1

gingersnaps

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12:46 PM.

Adrian tapped his digits on the wheel, eyes flickering between the road ahead of him and the numbers on the clock.

God, he was aching for a smoke.

If he cared less about punctuality, he'd gladly stop his old Mustang here, in the middle of nowhere, and go through his last pack of Marlboro. Perhaps then he'd even feel slightly less miserable about this job. But alas, he was himself, and Adrian Murphy would not be embarrassed on his very first day on the job by being late because of this damn itch for nicotine. He cared about it, even if the people in Springhaven, Maine probably did not.

He'd turned off the radio about an hour ago, the music had somehow become worse than being left alone with his thoughts. At least in the silence, he could think about the case that was waiting for him, just a few minutes away.

The situation was straight-forward enough, nothing that hadn't been heard of before: a group of young rascals decided to get wasted in the woods, one of them vanished while the others got hammered and turned up dead a week later. In his opinion, there was a pretty obvious explanation for the tragedy, but the bureau still requested that someone go check things out.

Get Murphy on it, he thinks he's hot shit after the Johnson case.
How fucking dreadful, to be known as the man to call when a kid turns up dead.


He made it to the police station 2 minutes before the agreed upon time. This made him smile. Now, all he had to do was wait for Detective Deaton, whoever he might be. Adrian finally got a cigarette between his lips, lit it, and looked around, waiting and looking around this seemingly idylic town.
 
If he were to be completely honest, Hal wasn't entirely sure why he'd been put on this particular case.

He wasn't complaining. Well, maybe he was a little, but describing it as 'complaining' felt wrong. Like he was doing a disrespect to the victims in the case for having such feelings. The problem was that he was arguably closer to the case than others on the force; it wasn't as if he were related to the kids or anything, but he knew them. Knew their folks, knew some of their siblings, had talked to them on plenty of occasions. Other detectives he worked with didn't have such proximity. A lot hadn't grown up in Springhaven, only having moved there for work. Which was fine. If anything, he was sure that made them more qualified to take a look at the case.

That didn't matter, though. He couldn't exactly bring this up with his boss. It'd make him look ridiculous. They had some big-shot from the FBI coming out, one he was sure would not be pleased to be taken out to the middle of nowhere for a 'open-shut' case like the one they supposedly had. Now, Hal didn't mind seeming a bit silly in front of professionals, but no doubt his request to leave the case would fall on the ears of said agent, and then there'd be some discussion of professionalism or something, and then he'd get fired.

Not that the line of thought was realistic. Likely enough, he'd just be taken from the case and nothing further would happen. That said, the little voice in the back of his head complained just enough that he dropped the idea of even trying, resigning himself to pushing himself through and not getting too personal about it.

So, first things first: meeting up with the agent. He made sure to be punctual, or more accurately, made an attempt to be punctual. The success of the attempt was...well, it wasn't great. He'd ended up losing track of a file and searching for it for about 5 minutes, then had to rush out to the front of the station to finally meet Agent Murphy. In the end, he got there 3 minutes late, and tried to give his best apologetic smile to the man in front of him.

"Hi! Sorry, sorry. Things are a little hectic with...you know." 'The dead teenager' went unsaid, since it was obvious. He held out a hand to the other man. "Detective Hank Deaton. You can feel free to call me Hal, though. It's a bit less of a mouthful."
 
As Adrian saw a figure approach him, whom he could only guess was to be his newest partner, he took one final, long drag of his cigarette before putting it out and stomping on it.

"Detective Deaton." Adrian greeted him back, his words and tone not-so subtly stating that No, he will not be calling him that. He shook the man's hand, firm and strong like his father had taught him, and made sure to not make any comments about the other man's tardiness- it just wasn't worth the headache this early in the day. "Agent Murphy, FBI. I hope we can work well together."

His words were nice enough, though Adrian was well aware that his expression betrayed them. He had never been good at niceties, and even worse at hiding his annoyance. Mostly because he just couldn't be bothered- it mattered very little if this Hal liked him or not, they just had to tolerate each other until someone was behind bars.
 
Okay. So no nicknames. That was fine, Hal could work with that. Of course, he was going to do a little worse with the general demeanor of the man in front of him, who looked like he'd rather eat dirt than have this interaction. Hal was beginning to feel a similar way, already likening the experience to how his coworkers tended to act, which was in no way a compliment. Unlike Agent Murphy, he was fairly good at hiding his negativity behind a cheerful facade, so an easy-going grin remained on his face despite the sinking feeling he had going.

"I'm sure we will." A lie, but he carried on like it wasn't. "Heard good things about you. Hopefully we can clear this up quick." It was a little harder to hide his distaste at even saying those words. He barely managed it. Being so casual about such a case felt disgusting, like he was tarnishing the memory of the poor teen who was currently strung up at the scene.

Not the time to think about that, though. He offered up the case files with one hand, while the other had a thumb hooked through the belt loop of his pants. "Here. Grabbed these for you to look over on the ride over the scene, if you like. It's pretty bare-bones, but its at least a basis." Most people were viewing it as an open-shut case, so there'd been little to add to the file. While it irked him, he couldn't very well say that without getting judged.
 

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