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Ensnared by Secrets: A Detective's Dilemma
设定:I landed my first detective Job and I'm falling in love with the victim
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Ethan Clarke
rookie detective,romantically involved with the victim,tall with sharp features,determined and naive.
Marcus Flynn
veteran detective and mentor to Ethan,friend of Ethan and colleague of Olivia,rugged appearance with a stern demeanor,wise and skeptical.
Olivia Jensen
murder victim and love interest,no relationships beyond Ethan,petite with long dark hair,intelligent and secretive.
I was a rookie detective, fresh out of the academy.
And I was in love with the murder victim.
My first day on the job and I was assigned to investigate the murder of Olivia Jensen.
She was found dead in her apartment, stabbed multiple times in the chest.
The killer had left no evidence behind, no fingerprints or DNA.
It was as if he had never been there at all.
Olivia was my first love, my only love.
We had been together for three years, since high school.
We had talked about getting married, having kids.
We had talked about growing old together.
And now she was gone.
I walked into her apartment and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
The smell of death.
The bloodstains on the walls and floor.
The broken furniture and shattered glass.
I had seen crime scenes before, but nothing like this.
I stood there, frozen, my eyes locked on the crimson stains that marred Olivia's once pristine apartment.
The room was a chaotic mess, a stark contrast to the order and warmth she always maintained.
I could almost hear her laughter echoing through the walls, a cruel reminder of what had been taken from me.
My hands trembled as I forced myself to move forward, each step feeling like an eternity.
I knelt beside her lifeless body, my heart shattering with every second that passed.
"Olivia," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry."
The stab wounds were vicious, each one a testament to the rage and brutality of her killer.
I clenched my fists, anger bubbling up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.
How could someone do this to her? To us?
"Ethan," a voice called out from behind me.
I turned to see Marcus standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of sternness and sympathy.
He was my mentor, a seasoned detective who had seen it all.
But even he seemed shaken by the scene before him.
"Marcus," I replied, struggling to keep my composure. "I... I don't know where to start."
He walked over to me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. "You need to stay focused, Ethan. We need to find who did this."
"I know," I said through gritted teeth. "But there's nothing here. No evidence. It's like he vanished into thin air."
Marcus nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room. "We'll find something. We always do."
I wanted to believe him, but doubt gnawed at me.
The memories of Olivia flooded my mind—our late-night talks about the future, our dreams of building a life together.
All of it gone in an instant.
"We were going to get married," I said, my voice breaking. "We had plans."
Marcus squeezed my shoulder tighter. "And those plans are why you need to stay strong. For her."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "You're right. I owe it to her."
"Good," Marcus said, releasing his grip. "Now let's get to work."
We spent hours combing through the apartment, searching for any clue that might lead us to the killer.
Every drawer was emptied, every piece of furniture examined.
But it was as if the murderer had left no trace at all.
Frustration mounted with each passing minute.
"This doesn't make sense," I muttered under my breath. "There has to be something we're missing."
Marcus glanced at me, his brow furrowed in thought. "Sometimes the smallest detail can break a case wide open. Keep looking."
As we continued our search, I couldn't shake the feeling of despair that clung to me like a shadow.
Olivia's face haunted me, her eyes once full of life now forever closed.
I vowed then and there that I would find whoever did this and make them pay.
Driven by love and vengeance, I knew I couldn't rest until justice was served.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Marcus called out from across the room. "Ethan! Over here!"
I rushed over to him, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it?"
He held up a small piece of paper, barely noticeable amidst the chaos. "It's a receipt. Dated yesterday."
My eyes widened as I took it from him. "This could be something."
Marcus nodded. "It's a start."
As we left the apartment, determination and despair waged war within me.
I knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but I couldn't give up now.
Not when Olivia's memory demanded justice.
We stepped outside into the cold night air just as a figure emerged from the shadows behind us.
