Something Hidden

Hebrew nodded and walked out of the police station. Again, his feet walked faster than he thought. Somewhat he found this case interesting, and now he wanted to be in this case.

"I'll take you there..." Mr Winchester said, who seemed to have been following Hebrew since he left his chamber.

He nodded quietly and sat in the passenger seat of Winchester's car.

"The under-bridge area has been sealed right now. No one is allowed so, even if you'll mention me they won't let you in." Hebrew nodded and kept his gaze in his front.

"By the way, my coffee is still due, Mr Winchester," Hebrew said, and Winchester laughed out loud.

"How can you say such things in serious moments?"

"Not a compliment, it seems."  Hebrew objected.

"It is. It definitely is. You know how to lighten the mood." Winchester insisted and Hebrew just nodded as he looked out of the window.

"Well, not many people appreciate it." Hebrew looked out of the window.

"Because they don't understand you." He replied.

Hebrew shrugged as he slightly raised his eyebrows.

Within ten minutes, they reached the scene. Hebrew, now, could see barriers of police covering the area from above the road as the car gradually slowed down. He descended from the car wearing his long overcoat and hat while his neck was covered with a brown muffler.

He walked down the slope leading to the crime scene and as he reached near. The officers standing there looked at him with confusion and frowns.

"Sorry, sir but-" Hebrew sighed in frustration

"He's with me!" Mr Winchester said from behind, interrupting the officer.

"Sorry, sir..." He lowered his eyes.

Hebrew bent a bit towards his ear and whispered.

"All you say is, sorry." the officer glared up, and he shrugged with a smirk.

Hebrew passed through the police barrier nearing the lying corpse of the lady wearing a coat suit, carbon black coloured while the inner shirt she wore was grey.

"This is the victim-" he showed the back of his hand to Mr Winchester who was standing behind as to stop him.

He went near the body and squatted down to get a proper look at her face.

"It is not distorted..." he thought.

Many things were going through his mind. The woman neither seemed much younger nor much older. Nearly twenty five?

"Her age?" He asked out.

"Twenty-nine," Winchester quickly replied, and Hebrew nodded.

Her throat had been slit perfectly, making a thin line concluding that the person is quite a professional with knives.

"Where did she used to work?"

"She worked as a server in a nearby restaurant."

"Her relatives?" He questioned further.

"We found no one, no missing complaint so far." And this struck his head.

From what he had heard during the phone call in the morning said something else.

"A murder has been reported." Winchester had informed Hebrew earlier on the call, but what else he heard differed from what Winchester says now...

'You know this is the same lady who went missing two weeks ago, and they filed her missing report.'

'Oh yeah! Now I remember. Yeah, it quite devastated her family member when he came here.'

'This conversation could've been overheard even by a six-year-old too as to how clearly it could be heard in the loudness of all those telephone rings and indistinct chatters on the other side.' Hebrew thought.

'So why is Winchester hiding it from me?' Hebrew questioned himself.

"You're sure?" He interrogated and glared at him with his piercing eyes.

Little did Winchester hesitated, but he still claimed confidently,

"Yeah, I'm sure!"

Hebrew nodded, but he felt Winchester was hiding something. But he also learned that asking him would be like welcoming more lies and excuses. And so, he knew he had to find it himself.

"Excuse me,"  Hebrew came out of the police barriers.

"So, what do you think?" Winchester followed him a few steps behind.

Hebrew stopped and turned around.

"Maybe we can solve."

Winchester laughed in relief and patted his shoulder.

"I knew you would!" he exclaimed delightfully...

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Now Hebrew stood in front of a glass board hung just above the fireplace. The fire lit in the fireplace was lightening his face brightly, but his surrounding was all dark.

He sunk in his thoughts was so concentrated on the board, that,  he didn't realise when the glass board lit up as the door behind him opened and when someone switched on the lights.

"This will never work!" The woman yelled.

"Who the hell are you to snatch my case from me?" She turned Hebrew abruptly from his shoulder.

Hebrew frowned slightly at her behaviour. While it stunned the lady for a second as she looked at the board behind him. The woman was of average height with dark brown hair bound in a ponytail, looking messy and had hazel eyes. Her dark circles could tell that she hadn't slept for almost a week now and her dressing sense told him she was new as a detective.

But the question was, why was she here.

"You gave him all the information which I had collected?!" she yelled at the person behind her making Hebrew realise Winchester was also there.

Winchester scratched his head and came forward.

"Ms Jessica, calm down. He is a professional detect-"

"Mr Winchester, you can not kick me out of this case. I was the leading detective!" She yelled again.

"Sorry, Flynn I know it's distributed to you but, she wanted to meet you and I wasn't -"

"It's fine, Mr Winchester!" Hebrew interrupted and looked back at the woman.

"Can we, have a minute?" He asked confidently, and she glared at me.

"I'll…take my leave now, they need someone at the station," Winchester said,

Hebrew nodded as he kept looking at her monotonously. Winchester had left the house, closing the door slowly and quietly behind him

She sighed and stepped back.

"I give up!" She put her hands up and Hebrew lightly frowned, confused by her behaviour.

A moment ago her piercing gaze was ready to kill him and take this case, and now she was already backing up?

"Now that they have given you the case, there's no need for me." She said and walked towards the door.

"Well," He said, stopping her.

she didn't turn around.

"You've been studying this woman's case for a week, haven't you?" Hebrew asked, and she turned around.

"You ran up here without thinking much when you heard they handed over the case to me?" She raised her eyebrows, questioning him.

"Your messy ponytail can tell that."

And a sudden realisation made her nod slightly.

"But the question is, how could you've been handling this case even before this murder took place." He walked towards her.

She stood confidently but there was an intensity in her gaze; she was trying hard to hide her fear, fear from his piercing gaze.

"Who said I've been handling this case for a week now?"

"You neither opposed the fact though." His words made her feel defeated.

"I need you," he claimed.

"Huh?" She frowned.

"You know much more about this case than me...I need you to work with me in this case. Together. As a team!" He was standing behind her.

"And why should I work under you?" She folded her arms above her chest.