Claimer: All characters, scenes and objects in the story are completely unrelated to any in real life. Any similarities between real persons, places or events is merely coincidental, and should not be viewed as offensive.

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Chapter 1- Fond Farewell

            Dwayne Samuel Kenni crossed his near empty bedroom with a folder in his hand. Opening his closet door, Dwayne wheeled out the large file cabinet inside.

“Black, Selena Black.” He muttered as he fingered through files in a drawer marked ‘A-G’. Dwayne opened the file and extracted a newspaper clipping, glancing at it quickly;

                                     MURDER ON QUINDARO                                                                                                                                                                

This weekend, a teenage girl was found dead outside of the Blue’s Room, a popular club on the sixtieth block of Quindaro Boulevard. Rumors issue that Selena Black; a local and common club-goer left with two boys no person could identify, and suddenly disappeared. Her body was found the next morning in an alley that bordered the club.

“She appeared to be overdosed on Chlorophexide, a very strong drug.” Says Ineeda Lyfe, a member of the Eagle Point coroner’s office. Chlorophexide is a very strong muscle relaxant that, if taken too much too quickly, will stop one’s heart from functioning. It is mainly used for people with the rare disease EMMS, or Enhanced Muscle Movement Syndrome. It causes random spasms in quick paces and can be fatal.

The drug is illegally marketed and very hard to find trace of without blood tests, the local police have been tearing their claws into this case. As many may already know, the drug trade of Chlorophexide has plagued Kansas for many months, and this reporter would like to know when the police would step up and do something about it.

            Dwayne sighed, another unsolved case in his stash. He had a large file cabinet full of unsolved cases. Dwayne wanted to be a full-fledged detective when he got older, so now he studied. He had data on every felony crime committed in Kansas since the year 1999, and every unsolved murder in the state of Kansas since 1990. He had newspaper clips, News scripts, anything involving the case, even interviews.

“Dwayne! Somebody is at the door for you!” His mother yelled to him from downstairs. He hastily shut the drawer and pushed the cabinet back into the closet. He quickly ran back downstairs, careful not to trip over the moving boxes and other junk. Finally getting to the bottom stair he jumped off the case, walking into the front room.

“Yeah ma?” He asked, she was standing at the door. He walked over to it, meeting the eyes of John Spencer, the Chief inspector in the C.S.I. unit of Eagle Point, Kansas. Spencer extended his hand,

“Dwayne.” He simply said. Dwayne shook Chief Spencer’s hand,

“Nice to see you again Dwayne.”

“I just saw you Tuesday, remember the attempted robbery?” Dwayne said, raising his eyebrow. It was like his trademark when something perturbed him. Spencer laughed a little,

“I know, but we hardly see each other for anything but business. Too bad this is another one of those, I want you to check out something. It’s a homicide and burglary at the East Inn Motel.”

“On site?” Dwayne asked, wondering if the crime scene was new or if they had already taken the body off and investigated partially. Spencer nodded,

“Yes, I just got the call, but all the boys down there are confused. Nobody sees things like you see them Kenni.” Spencer said, turning and walking down the sidewalk. Dwayne called goodbye to his mother and hurried up down the pathway, getting into the backseat of the detective car. His leg burned a little as the sun soaked leather hit his thigh. He remembered why he didn’t want to wear shorts, the weather outside was hot; it was only May though. School had let out for the year yesterday, which was also Dwayne’s last day at Eagle Point Middle School. He started High School the next year, where however he did not know. He and his mother; Catherine were moving so that she could take over the branch of her law firm. Somewhere down south, Carolina it was.

“Hey Mason; what’s up?” Dwayne said, noticing James Mason, the deputy Chief of Eagle Point C.S.I. unit in the front seat. Mason turned back as Spencer pulled out of the driveway,

“Nothing, how’s the move going?”

“It’s cool, mom decided to keep a whole lot of stuff we don’t need, so of course I’m stuck moving it. Hey, isn’t the East Inn to the left?” Dwayne asked as they passed a turn. He turned around as the car kept straight, looking at the gray car behind them that was tailing a little too close.

“Yes, but I have to grab the New Clip Kit, our new headquarters want us to fill out some forms every time we enter a potential murder scene.” Spencer said, pulling toward the police station, “Hey Dwayne, will you go get it for me, Kathy is at the desk, she’ll tell you.” Spencer said, referring to his blonde secretary. Dwayne hopped out of detective car and hurried up the stairs to the great big Oak doors that withheld the Eagle Point Police Station. He pushed the metal handle and walked in, meeting a Pitch Black scenario. All the blinds were shut, and all the lights off, the inside was somewhat spooky. A rustle adverted Dwayne’s attention to his left, his eyes searching through the dark to find something. He flailed his arms in front of him as he walked forward, trying not to hit anything. He felt for the spot where the light switch should have been, but a large glass container was covering it. 

            Dwayne walked further into the station, still flailing his arms around. He heard another rustle of sound as he turned around,

“SURPRISE!” A sea of voices screamed. The lights immediately flicked on, and dozens of people jumped out. Dwayne hopped back a couple of feet holding on to the nearest counter for leverage.

All around him were the happy and smiling faces of his friends. There were kids from school, people he had helped, and of course the entire police force. A large pale hand grabbed Dwayne’s shoulder from behind, spinning him around,

“Happy Birthday.” Chief Spencer’s burly voice said. Mason entered the door behind the chief, and behind him entered Mrs. Kenni. Dwayne looked at him mother with his trademark eyebrow,

“You knew about this too?” She smiled and jerked her shoulder up to reposition her purse,

“Yes I knew, finally someone got something past the little detective.” She smiled and bent down in his face. Catherine Kenni grabbed her son’s cheeks and stretched them. Dwayne struggled free of his mother and looked at the rest of the room. Throughout the room were decorations, a blue and orange banner, balloons, and confetti. A big cake was on the main desk and half the officers were already crowd around it, Kathy being the supplier. Dwayne crossed the room, waving at everyone as he passed them.

“So you like your Going Away party?” A voice asked from behind him. He spun around to see three girls, and also his best friends, Britani, Briana, and Bianca Passion. They were the very first people Dwayne met when he moved to Eagle Point so many years ago, and still they were his friends.

“How’d you guys set this up?” He asked, encircled them in a penetrating stare, Britani spoke,

“I true master never tells.” She said, before walking toward the cake. Briana followed, waving and Bianca stayed.

“ So Kenni, how are you going to fend for yourself way down in Carolina?” She pulled a chair from a nearby desk and sat down. Dwayne mimicked her, sitting down backwards and sighing,

“I honestly don’t know, but I’ll have to try now won’t I?” He sighed again. Bianca rubbed her hand against his back, massaging it a little,

“It’s okay, make sure to keep in touch. I think I have a cousin somewhere in Carolina, but anyways try some cake; it’s from my mom’s shop. It’s excellent.” She got up and pulled Dwayne’s arm as he slugged down. Bianca pulled harder, leaning backwards and she yanked Kenni up to his feet.

“Okay, but only because I don’t want to insult your mom.” He said, starting toward the horde at the cake. Suddenly a loud bullhorn shouted for the attention of everyone. Dwayne turned toward Spencer, who was the one announcing through the bullhorn. The police chief placed the sound tool down and began to talk loudly, broadcasting to everyone a speech,

“Okay everyone, listen up. Today is the day that we say goodbye to two of the town’s most influential members, and one of the city’s greatest detectives. It was seven years ago that Mike Kenni was struck down, saving my very own life, and it was one and a half years ago that his son, Dwayne first started to work with me.” The room cheered and, but the chief rose his hand to get the attention of the occupants again,  “I want to share with you the story of Dwayne’s first day on the job. Washington high School had a Career Day, and each child got to ride around with a local community member and follow that person’s job.

“So I got little Mr. Kenni, and we spent the day going around to the local places and doing good deeds. Dwayne got tired of this very easily, and was begging me to take him to something a little harder, so I figured as long as it’s nothing dangerous, why not. One of our patrols had been called to a murder. The scene was a giant apartment building with several floors, and a man had called form the victim’s house, saying when he got home that the door was wide open and when he went in the victim was already stabbed to death. He proceeded to call the cop’s directly from the victim’s house, waiting there until they arrived on spot. This is exactly the story he told the officers. So after they removed the body and did some dusting Dwayne and I came in. So nobody could figure out who killed this man, it seemed like a burglary that was interrupted and the man got the worst of it, but nothing was out of place, as if someone were in the process of robbing the house.

“So then Dwayne asks the on site detectives a couple of questions, they think they’re humoring him so they answer all his questions, no witnesses, no fingerprints other than the victim’s anywhere, and no weapon to be found. So then Dwayne pulls me aside and tells who did it.

“Imagine my surprise when he says it’s the guy who called. So I ask him why, and guess what he says. Every other officer overlooked this, but little Kenni caught it . . . There were no fingerprints at all, not even on the phone, but why would you wear gloves to use a phone?”

The entire crowd stood there in awe, only half of them knew this story. The chief continued,

“So then we confront the man and he confesses about being jealous of this other man and a lot of other things, I actually think he’s in an asylum at the moment.” The chief ended his speech with a rousing applause from the guests and everyone went back to partying. It was going to be hard to leave this place.