The night had just begun. Felix and his group of friends gathered tonight at The Onyx. One of the higher end bars in the city with an amazing view of it. They all hugged the balcony with a drink in hand. Felix inhaled his cigarette as everyone chattered around him. His gaze was fixed on the night sky not really listening to the questions being asked around him. It was a cloudless night and almost ...

He was the best. He was the one. The one you called when everyone else failed. He didn’t miss much if anything and even now his eyes shifted from one thing to the next, examining everything, the lifted up rug, the broken vase, the telephone hanging off the wall, all mental images stored in his forever box. Crime scene #345, he saved every one into his head like one massive computer with no delete ...