Hi,I did the following:
Boots， Sandals， Sneakers， Women Shoes
Q&A: is my crime story good?
Detective Murray Hudson’s eyes scanned the large living room, finally coming to rest on the body of Sasha Riley lying on the bloodstained carpet. The infamous model, known for her diva-like attitude and her regular public tantrums had been stabbed twice in the stomach while in her home exercising to a workout tape, with photographers and journalist’s right outside her gates while talking to her agent David Reid. On hearing her scream from inside the house, Reid ran inside, mid-sentence to journalists on the other side of the large gates guarding the house, to find the body of his boss on the floor.
Hudson was stumped. Not only had the murderer ran inside the mansion, found the woman, killed her, and exited the building without being seen, but hadn’t even left behind a trace of evidence. As he walked around the perimeter of the room he contemplated suicide. Only yesterday had a Hudson himself read a harsh rumour that had been spread, making page three of the tabloids. The story claimed Riley had stolen the husband of her own cousin, a quiet suburban mother of three, in a bid to get revenge on a poor nanny she had recommended. Of course, Riley rejected any stories of such, even claimed she didn’t even know the woman. Surely cruel rumours were enough to erase all will to live? Hudson sighed, ‘Who am I kidding?’ He thought, even in today’s world, where child stars as young as fifteen were entering the world of drugs, alcohol and sex, suicide was out of the question. Every bit of the little evidence collected pointed to murder.
Hudson walked over to a shaken up Reid, sitting on a couch holding a mug of coffee although showing no sign of actually drinking it.
“How are you feeling?” asked Hudson.
“A little better, thank-you.” replied Reid, looking up and forcing a tiny smile.
Hudson sat next to Reid on the couch, and was about to ask him to recite what happened, but Reid seemed to have read his mind.
“I was talking to the media on the other side of the gates,” he began “they were asking about that God-awful rumour that had been splashed across the tabloids. Anyway, I had been out there for about ten minutes, when I heard the scream of Miss Riley. I ran inside…” He trailed off.
“And you’re perfectly sure you didn’t see anybody at all running away from the house?”
“Yes, positive. How could they get in anyway, the gates were all shut, the doors locked aside from the front where I had come out to meet the journalists?”
Hudson shook his head. The same question was trailing about through his own mind. It sounded like a very bizarre riddle.
Two days later, Hudson was sitting at his desk when his partner, Inspector Clarkson, rushed in reciting news he had received about a crazed stalker of Riley who had been given a restraining order in May the previous year. Although the man had not bothered Sasha Riley since the order was issued, and Hudson was quite doubtful that a stalker would go almost a year without bothered Riley and suddenly murder her, it was like a breath of fresh air to him. For the past forty-eight hours the investigation into the death was moving at a glacial pace, with a number of small false leads, which even had Hudson doubting whether this case was a solvable one.
Clarkson and Hudson arrived at the home of Tony Gotzheim after winding their way to through the city and eventually finding themselves in a dreary looking neighbourhood, one where the houses front gardens were overgrown, the windows stained grey and shoes draped over telephone wires at every corner. Walking through Gotzheim’s front lawn he saw a dead-looking car parked among a bunch of other garbage that was beyond recognising. Knocking on the paint-peeled door he immediately heard footsteps coming down the corridor behind the door. The door opened, and before them stood a man who’s last shave was three weeks over due. His hair was greasy, eyes bloodshot, and the stench coming from him was less than pleasant.
i’m not sure how to start this conversation between Gotzheim and Hudson.. any ideas? I’m not excatly sure how a derelict stalker would react to a murder investigation of his idol.
I’m only in grade nine, so please no abuse. All constructive critisism will be appreciated (:
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Answer by miss_nz18
its really good kept me wanting to read
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