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for Cade to concentrate on their conversation as it began printing pages and pages of photos from the crime scene.
    All he could think of was the night that changed his life.
    “Oliver, are you sure you can handle this case? Those documents won’t be examining themselves, detective.” He gave him a skeptical look.
    James, Cade’s friend, looked at him and said, “He’s always like that, sir. Don’t worry about them.”
    Cade went to the printer to retrieve the photos. He saw the pictures for himself. These were pictures of a man’s mutilated corpse. The pictures revealed multiple stab wounds on his chest and how his stomach was cut open. He flipped the photos upside down, covering his mouth to stop himself from gagging.
    “His chest was almost ripped open. The examination confirmed that a knife was used to cut the victim’s body. Multiple stabs to the vital organs immediately resulted in death.”
    Trevor held each photo and took a closer look, his left foot brushing the tiles on the floor.
    “Nasty! Looks like this killer is one of those knife happy psychopaths. He didn’t even hesitate to carve the flesh out of the man’s body.” He looked at Cade who wasn’t feeling all too excited about lunch break.
    The phone rang.
    The chief answered the phone. “Aha! Leave it at the secretary’s desk. I’ll have James pick it up in a bit.”
    When he was done talking, Trevor turned to the detective and said, “James, could you get me the latest autopsy report of the victim?”
    “Alright, sir.” The James left to go fetch the documents from the secretary.
    “Is that all, sir?” Cade asked.
    Trevor took the photos and gave it to him. He handed him the files along with a sealed folder.
    “What’s this, sir?”
    Cade eyed the folder, noting the big red capital letters printed on top of the file. “CONFIDENTIAL” was all he needed to see to know that he had been fully entrusted with the case.
    “I hope you know what you’re doing, Oliver.”
    James arrived with the latest autopsy reports.
    “Sir, here are the files-”
    “Give it to detective Oliver. He’ll be handling this case.” He grinned.
    “Try to focus on this case, Cade,” he said as he handed him the file.

Chapter Three

    Cade went home late that night.
    “I’m home…” Cade glanced at the empty chairs, looking for his sister. He stopped for a moment when he saw a portrait sitting on the small table just beside their living room. It was their family picture.
    “They didn’t have to leave us… it wasn’t suspposed to be-” He held the picture in his hand, fingers blocking the faces of his parents.
    When Cade got to the living room, he noticed something.
    As he made his way to the kitchen, the mouth-watering scent of lasagna and freshly baked apple pie greeted him. He peeked inside, but there was no one there.
    “She probably got home already. Might have just gone out for a bit.” He thought.
    He took off his coat and went straight to bed, but not before taking a hot plate of lasagna with one big slice of apple pie.
    And for that moment, he smiled. He was happy to have someone take care of him. It was something he wished he could give back. Something he promised to do as soon as he overcame his terrible deed.
    Cade ate his lasagna as he examined the autopsy reports he spread on his bed.
    “Nothing wrong here. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as I can see,” he grumbled, mouth filled with lasagna.
    The door opened. Freline surprised him and shouted, “Aha! I’ve got you now!” She walked in the room, pointing her finger at her brother.
    “You’re enjoying yourself, huh? Hahaha!” She giggled.
    “Sorry… wait.”
    Cade got up from his bed and finished off the last bits of apple pie. He said, “I thought you left. Where were you?”
    Something caught his sister’s attention. Freline saw the case files on top of his bed. She realized he was working on a case.
    “Don’t worry. I just took out the trash. What’s that? Are you