Was the angry face of my mother. I touched my forehead which was wet with milk and realise that coco pops had been flung at me. I looked up and groaned, why was she here? How on earth had she found me? "Mum, how did you even get in here?" I whined. "WHEN I MAKE YOU BREAKFAST FROM THR KINDNESS OF MY HEART, ALL I WANT IS A SIMPLE MERCI, NOT ALL THIS HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE!" She glares at me with that stare that could burn a hole through a mountain. Ad with that I shut my sorry mouth But then The smell of food wafted through my room and like a moth to a flame, I ran down the stairs and sat myself down in front of a full English breakfast. Mmmm. But just as I was about to dig in, the phone rang. The phone that I presumed broken, rang and you have no idea how excited I was. The familiar noise sent a jolt through to my core and I jumped up and picked up the phone. "Hello?" The curious voice of my boss rang through my ears. "Hey! It's me, remember me? I work for you! We solved cases together, I was at your wedding, you marred my sister." I babbled on and on He laughed at me and then continued but he was cut off by someone with a big temper and and a very strong French accent. "DANIEL McCRACKEN MONGOOSEBERRY, SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW AND FINISH YOUR PETIT DEJEUNER OR YOUR GROUNDED FOR A MONTH" I took a large a swig of a air, backed myself against the nearest wall and started to speak in a very mouse like voice. "Mum, I'm 24 years old, not 4!" We had a staring match, until I heard my name coming out of the phone, the last words I heard were something like "Dan, we need you, someone's been murdered!" Until the phone was snatched out of my hand and was throne out the window. Can I just mention that that window was closed, intact and innocent before it was cruelly assaulted. She glared at me again so I sat down and scoffed the food down before I ran up stairs and got ready for a new day at work. I walked casually to the door, kissed my mother on both cheeks and stepped outside. I breathed and out. Cracked my knuckles, and fixed my suit. Ah a new day, a new case, and new opportunities to succeed. Or so I thought...

Chapter 1 Plop... Relaxation, such a wondrous feeling that makes oneself complete. When you sit back and let go- all your worries flutter away and any obstacle is easy to overcome. It was all I thought about as I lied in my bed Plop... I hadn't been to work in so long that I thought I had actually forgotten how to work. No theft, no suicides and no murders in last six months! What on earth was going on? When did people become such goody two- shoes? Didn't people understand that crimes are what I get my living from? I guess it served me right for living in the most uneventful area of England. Plop... My thoughts turned to how much I miss it all. The smell of crisp yellow paper on my desk. The taste of sweet satisfaction after solving a case and most of all the flicker of pride in my fathers eyes after I relate the story to him. Plop... I imagined wearing my new suit and shoes to work in my new Honda Civic and watching people's amazed reactions. I walked in and just like that my boss gives me a promotion and then I wi an all expenses paid holiday to Hawaii! Like that would ever happen in reality. Plop... Speaking of reality, I finally came back when It registered in my brain that something had been repeatedly hitting my forehead while I was in relaxation la la land. I look up and there, looming over me...