Detective Hudson stepped on the accelerator as his car zoomed on a deserted street towards his apartment. All he wanted to do was go home and throw himself on the bed. He had just made the police department of Bastalia proud by cracking one of the most complicated cases. His colleagues could not stop bragging about him.

Ugly bastards just need a reason to down some booze. He thought.

He threw his overcoat, which missed the stand and fell on the floor. He smelled as though he had swum across the city gutters. His eyes wanted to give up for he had not slept in 5 days.

And they deserve to rest, he thought to himself again. This case had taken the most out of him. He wondered how the Bastalia police department would fair without him.

He hurled the keys on the work desk and walked in the bathroom for a hot shower. A while later he found himself staring at his naked body. Drops of water dripped down his bulging muscles as they found their way to wet the floor. He needed someone to warm him, someone who could hold him for the night and caress his Greek body all along. His thoughts began to waver when he thought of his last rendezvous with Lucy. His muscles were tightening when his eyes caught the attention of his vibrating mobile on the desk. Quickly, he reached for it, “Detective Hudson, who is this?”

“Detective!! I am calling from 5th Avenue. You are needed here. Believe me; you have got to see this.”

Detective Hudson found himself stepping on the accelerator again, zooming towards the 5th Avenue.

Fucking city rats. They just cant keep it quiet in this city.

Inspector Buckworth was strolling up and down in front of the lift when Hudson arrived. Buckworth had been working at Bastalia for 15 years, without a promotion or a raise. When asked, he would say he loved his job. But the guys back at PD thought, Buckworth was not Worth the Buck. Although Buckworth knew of this back teasing that went about him, he decided to keep his temper to himself. Everytime Hudson saw him, he thought, where the fuck does he take out his frustration? And then he smiled to himself. Buckworth had a beautiful wife.

“Hey Bucky!!” called Hudson, “Looks like this city will never sleep peacefully.What’s it this time? Murder, rape, homicide?”

“Worse,” answered Buckworth wiping the sweat of his half bald scalp. “Follow me.”

Inspector Buckworth called for lift. Hudson followed him to the seventh floor.

“Back at the PD, we received a letter,” Buckworth began to explain as he slowly walked down the long corridor. “The letter was marked anonymous, and it read that a certain Mary Capal had committed a murder at 5th Avenue. We did what we usually do when we receive an anonymous letter. We ignored it, thinking some college kids were playing prank.”

Buckworth stopped short for a moment, putting his hand in the pocket of his overcoat, he pulled out a cigarette. “Care for one Hudson?” Hudson took the offer and lit the cigarette for both. A puff later, Buckworth began walking slowly again.

“You were saying, Bucky.” Hudson reminded Buckworth of their conversation.

“Oh yes, so we ignored the letter. Two hours later, we received another letter from an anonymous person. It read that Samantha Cross had committed a murder at the 5th Avenue. This time I got suspicious. I decided to drop by here and I found out that the letter was not lying. Although the strangest part is, while I was here, back at PD, a third letter had arrived, again from an anonymous writer. And it read that a certain Martha Cox had committed a murder at the 5th Avenue.”

Inspector Buckworth stopped again, he dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it, crushed thrice. “So here we are. You are about to witness the most gruesome murder ever witnessed by Bastalia.” Saying so, he pulled out the keys, directed them in the keyhole on the door and turned them right, twice. A strong stench filled up Hudson’s nose and with instincts his hands flashed to cover his mouth.

As if I did not reek already, thought Hudson putting on the nose mask offered by Inspector Buckworth.

Hudson threw a glance around. The apartment covered a large area and looked very spacious. Hudson could see his reflection against the Plasma TV that hung proudly on the wall. On the right corner was a small bar with different brands of whisky bottles nicely arranged.

He took few steps back and walked towards the entrance door. Moving his fingers on the rim and then on the lock he said, “No sign of forced entrance. Has anything been stolen from the apartment?”

“We had the entire apartment checked. No fingerprints, no forced entries. Nothing’s been stolen from the apartment. We found ten thousand dollars in cash, in the cupboard over there.” Said Buckworth pointed towards an exquisite antique cupboard in the corner. “The cupboard was not locked. There is no way the murderer could have missed that cash. From our investigation, this is as far as we go. It is a clear case of third degree murder and whoever it was, the person knew the victim. From here on, you are on your own Hudson.”

Buckworth walked towards the door and turned back, “I am off for the day Detective. My men will be here any minute to assist you.”

Hudson threw his hands in the air flashing a casual good bye and a tired smile across his face.

“The letters are back at the PD in case you must have a look at them,” continued Buckworth. “And Hudson, be careful. The body is too mangled even for you to look at.” Buckworth tossed the apartment keys at Hudson and closed the door behind him.

Hudson was all alone in the room. The air in the room was filled with a sudden silence as Hudson danced his eyes around. He could hear the tick-tock of the clock in the next room. He pulled out a bottle of Anxiolytic and tossed two pills in his mouth.

Where are you? Thought Hudson, as his eyes began to search for the victim.