ﭾSean O'Brien ﭾ
Detective of the NYPDxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"My gun, don't worry, you'll see the inside of the barrel soon enough!"
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Sean woke up to his cell phone ringing, waking up in his bed. Picking up his cell phone off the night stand next to his bed. "O'Brien here, what is it?" he asked sleepily. "We got a situation downtown, double homicide, got your name all over it." said the voice of a old friend of his since his days on the police fore, before he became a detective, sadly his friend was still a police officer. Hanging up, he got out of bed and got dressed. It was a good thing he was single now, divorce was more like it, like always his ex-wife said he was married to his work not her. Leaving out the door he was living in an busted up apartment building in the bad part of Queens.
Sean was on the scene several minutes later, getting out his car he was greeted by a couple of officers who asked him out his night was in a jokingly way, picking at the fact that he was recently divorced. Looking at the bodies behind a restaurant, it seemed there was a fight and the two men were shot dead. Sean seen it many times before, so it was easy. Staring at the scene around the bodies, he was looking for something and then he found it. a foot print set that didn't match the other two people. The bodies were high class thugs how were notoriously known for pedaling drugs, how they were easily killed was beyond him, but they were wearing three hundred dollar dress shoes. And the other prints were Converse All Stars, size ten, with a little blood left. "We checked all the people in the restaurant, but none of them seem to know anything except for three gun shots fired."
Skeptic like always, he looked at all the people who were in the restaurant. One of them was a teenage male, about seventeen or so, dressed like a punk he of course had a pair of converse. Looking the man up and down, Sean smiled, the boy looked like a drug addict and this was going to be an easy case. After some thinking and actions, Sean got the boy's shoe and of course there was a small bit of blood on the sole. "Arrest him." Sean said tossing the shoe at an officer, letting them know that he was the man responsible for the murders. Putting his hands in his pockets, listening to the other officers claim he was an amazing detective. It was true, he was good at what he did. Sean just wish he could
Back off we'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,
I know that you are wrong
And this is not where you belong.