Chapter 1
A Tragic Loss




“Bye dad! Bye Jen!”
“You’re not going anywhere mister!” The person yelling was Jennifer Watson, A very kind person. But unfortunately she was also plus than a little vain. Jennifer’s idea of a good time was dependant on how many parties she could visit before being dragged back home. She also happens to be my sister. Well I say sister; she’s actually my adoptive sister. I was adopted when I was 5 years old after my parents died in a ski accident. “If I have to clean this place up, then toi are too!”
“But there’s not much left and toi have everything just about wrapped up,” I objected noisily.
“That doesn’t matter; toi are staying here until everything is done. toi got that?”
“Yes ma’am” I a dit wearily. My name is Murdock Holmes. Not the most fitting name, but my dad Lost a bet. After my parents died, everything they owned was taken away to cover some debts they owed; leaving me with nothing but the knowledge not to ever go ski in the spring. That’s the only reason I kept my ill fitting name; it’s the only thing I have left to remember them by.
“Well?” she said, staring at me.
“Well what?” I responded with a similar stare.
Her eyebrow began to twitch; a sure sign that if I didn’t rephrase my answer in the suivant 3 seconds, she’ll be cleaning me off the floor when mom gets back. Unfortunately for me, I’m not the brightest bulb in the box.
One,
Two,
Three,
“GET OFF YOUR LAZY cul, ass AND HELP ME ou I SWEAR TO GOD, THEY WILL NOT FIND YOUR CORPSE!”
“Right on schedule.”
“What the hell are toi blabbering about?” she said, obviously still a little steamed.
“Nothing at all,” I said, deciding not to push my luck any farther. Ten minutes later, the room was clean and I was once again on my way out when I was stopped.
“Hey, son!”
“What is it, dad?” Mark Watson is a former U.S navy joint, joint d’étanchéité and is currently unemployed. He is a major shopaholic, but due to him being a compulsive prankster; he is currently banned from most of the stores in a ten mile radius.
“Could toi go to SuperSales and pick up one of those precooked chickens?” he asked.
I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go get one before I come home. Okay?”
“Speaking of which; where are toi going anyway?” Asked Jennifer with raised eyebrows. “You a dit last night that toi didn’t have anywhere to go all jour and toi were going to spend the jour putting in applications.”
“I’m just going to be out for a few minutes,” I said, having completely forgotten about putting in applications. “And I’ll pick an application up from SuperSales while I’m gone okay.” I made a beeline for the door and was soon outside and heading left towards Main Street.




Jonathan Campbell, the current chief of the local law enforcements homicide division, was relaxing in his office when there was a knock on the door.
“Sir, are toi busy?” The woman speaking was Campbell’s lieutenant, Marilyn White.
“What is it, White?”
“Well Sir. We received a call about twenty minutes il y a from a local supermarket. They a dit that they had been robbed and that one of their employees was murdered trying to stop it.”
“You don’t sound very convinced,” Campbell responded without opening his eyes.
“There is no body. Sir.”
“So what makes them think that someone was murdered?”
“They say that they heard a gunshot and then they heard the employee in question; a Mr. Harold Morgan, scream,” She responded quickly.
Jonathan looked at his lieutenant; a woman whose judgment he trusts explicitly, with interest. “Did toi send anyone to investigate?”
“No Sir. I thought I should inform toi first.”
“So what do toi think we should do?”
“Well Sir. Most of our officers are already working on the murder of that local dignitary; so I don’t think we should waste too much time on a murder that might not have happened.”
“True. But we do have to investigate.” Campbell said. He turned around and thought for a moment. “Aha! Didn’t we get a transfer a few weeks ago? toi remember, the vice guy.”
Ms. White flashed a small grin. “Yes we did. Do toi want me to send him?”
“Yes, also send around six officers to help out,” he replied.








It was around 2:30 when I stopped to take a break beside the large water fontaine located at the center of town. SuperSales couldn’t really be called a store as it’s only open five hours a day. The store opened at three and closed at eight. So that means I had 30 minutes to kill before picking up dad’s chicken. I frowned and set off towards SuperSales; figuring that I would either find something to do on the way there, ou I would just get there a few minutes early. As I approached the rue that SuperSales was on, I heard a commotion from the store. Sure enough the moment I turned I found myself face to face with a mur of police tape. One of the cops turned around in time to see me canard underneath the tape.






Sean Nelson was busy taking notes of what he saw at the crime scene when he heard footsteps. Wondering what it was, he turned around just in time to see a very familiar face ducking underneath the tape.
“Murdock!”
The sneaky 15 an old froze and looked up with a grin. “Why hello there Mr. Nelson; it’s nice to see you. How are you,” Murdock a dit hastily.
“Well, I was fine until someone decided to break the rules and waltz straight into a crime scene,” Sean said.
“Wow. That guy must be a real idiot.”
“Yes, toi are.”
“But I didn’t waltz in; I distinctly remember ducking.”
Sean sighed. “What are toi doing here Murdock?” Murdock put on an indignant face. “For your information, I was here to buy a chicken for dîner tonight!”
Sean laughed. “So your dad’s still a shopaholic huh?”
Murdock couldn’t help but grin too. “Ya, he still does that.”
Sean’s mood lifted slightly. “Well I’m sorry, but you’ll have to go somewhere else and get it,” he a dit with an apologetic smile.
“What happened here?” Murdock asked.
“The employee’s claim that their coworker was murdered here,” he a dit with a disbelieving glance at the workers who were standing just inside the store.
Murdock eyebrows rose. “Claim? toi don’t believe them?”
“Look at it this way; there is no body, no blood, no murder weapon, and no witnesses except the phantom gunshot that the workers heard and even then, there’s nothing on the cameras to montrer that anyone was hurt.”
“It does seem a little hard to believe,” Murdock admitted.
“It’s plus than that, it’s impossible.” Sean said.
“Something still feels weird though, but I can’t place my finger on it.” Murdock muttered thoughtfully.
Sean chuckled. “Maybe toi should go get that chicken and think it over during dinner?”
Murdock laughed. “Ya I think I will. See toi later Mr. Nelson.”
“That’s Officer Nelson to you!” He shouted after Murdock.
5 minutes later, Murdock was back at the water fountain. He looked around at the various shops; trying to figure out which one to go to. Murdock sighed. “Well, it’ll have to be one that’s hiring ou Jennifer will kick my ass,” he said, walking towards one of the shops with the help wanted sign posted. As he passed par the water fountain, Murdock failed to notice that someone was running towards him at full speed.
“Get out of the way!”
Murdock started to turn around when something slammed into him. Murdock was knocked backwards into the fountain, hitting his head on the figurehead on the way down. Murdock was dazed so he couldn’t get his head above water. ‘I swear to god; if I die par drowning in a water fountain, I will haunt whoever hit me!’ Murdock thought as his consciousness faded.



That's that. Any reviews are welcome...don't be too mean on the reviews tho....BTW what do toi think of the name? Tenchu means Divine retribution in japanese.