My Story – It all started when I was driving down Bullet Avenue

It all started when I was driving down Bullet Avenue. I was on the night shift, I work for the L.A.P.D, and Id been working for L.A.P.D for longer than I care to remember. Ive seen a lot, a lot of nasty things that more or less people wouldnt want to know happen or see happen for that matter some cry it the stuff of dreams, I call it the stuff of nightmares. Anyway, a familiar voice mumbled off of the radio. It was my mentor Jimmy, he had shown me the ropes when I was unsloped a kid, we went through the good the bad and the very ugly, he was my friend if on that point was at least one person I could trust in this world it would be Jimmy. I remember what he said ilk it was yesterdayHey Max, we had a report of a disturbance in some apartment block on 6th Avenue. Could you go check it out?I of course said yes. I took a left at 4th because of the road works up. When I arrived I got out of the car and there was this certain coldness in the air, a sick smell that unremarkably tol d me something wasnt right. To my right there were some tramps, or rough sleepers as they are formally called, huddling up in the ally trying to keep warm in the cold night.I looked a little adpressed and noticed that that wasnt the only thing they were doing. A chivy appeared in one of their lucres I apprehension I wouldnt intrude on their good time estimable in case a needle was not the only thing they were carrying. I strolled past them, without even a blink they carried on. I got to the accounting entry of the apartment block and undefendable the old double pine doors and was not surprised to see it was just like every other apartment on the block. A dirty mess of old newspapers and article of furniture scrolled out on the floor like a typhoon had just hit.There was stairs straight ahead of me and a couple more rough sleepers who seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I had just walked in. some(prenominal) were next to each other, they were so absorbed by the drugs the y didnt even seem to look alive just a cold long dead stare out of the far window, the drug they had just injected was strange, not any drug I new of, and I knew every single one that anyone was using .I got a glimpse of the formula, a clear slime green liquid in the syringe. I fixed to come back later and take a sample. But for now I would pursue the disturbance. I followed the wooden stairs up into a long corridor and because I stopped dead in my tracks as the faint belong of voices came from the door with the big dent in it. I moved finisher so I could hear what the conversation was about, I couldnt sooner make out the lyric poem but the voices were clearly of a man and a woman. I had now reached the door. I moved to the side and then an ear piercing scream sunk through the walls, it lasted for a couple of seconds then everything went silent.I had already reached for my gun, but at this, with one kick, the door was down. I appeared to be in the living room. The place was a m ess books on the floor, tables knocked over, and cupboards open. I looked down and a caterpillar tread of burning red blood grabbed my attention. It racetrack into the room opposite.The disturbance I was called to checkout had now turned into a possible murder enquiry. I was starting to think that this could get very dangerous. As I moved towards the opposite room the trail of blood got thicker and more apparent a murder had been committed. I leaned to the side and with a forward federal agency into the room I swung my gun out and was ready to face the culprit but I was face with something close completely different and more horrifying.A dead women her cold dead eyes and the pail expression told me that she had been the victim of a vicious stab wound this was confirmed by the incredibly extortionate gash in her side, throat and left leg. By the way she was dressed Id say she was a prostitute but the question was who killed her and who her client was.Instead of the average eve ryday cops who just ask questions and sit in there cosy little office eating donuts, I think actions speak louder then words so I get out in the field, probably because I dont have a denture life, that had been taken away from me along time ago but back to the situation in hand I started to look through her possessions. I new it was her apartment because I recognized her face in the photos sprawled out on the bed-side table.I found various documents that suggested that she hung out with the wrong type of people in simple terms people who had various powers around town gangsters. But I was still even so to find the murder weapon. Im not like the cops in the movies always calling for back up I could do it on my own. I eventually heard the familiar sound of sirens that usually made me unsatisfied but this time just made my movement quicker and more fluent. I was now immovable to find the vital clues that I needed to possibly solve this mystery and make me feel like Ive earned my pa y.suddenly it hit me a white little card with the writing papa Vittos pizza pie restaurant laying in the cool, burgundy red blood I picked it up Vitto was associated with some of those people I was talking about earlier he was not a the type of man you would mess with, for example, his married woman was found out to be having an affair, the guy she had the affair with was later found floating down the river in three separate suitcases and Vittos wife wasnt found at all but the thing was if Vitto liked you it was quite an advantage he could do things for you, give you what you wanted but if you were one of the unlucky ones Vitto did not like, miscellany of like me then you might as well leave town. I thought I would Id pay him a visit since he or one of his thugs was the prime suspect.Since it had been so long since I had my friction with vitto, I decided to arrange a meeting with him first and not drop in uninvited. I new where one of his many associates hung out so I went to arr ange it with a little persuading he did what I said.When I got to the pizza place if you could call it that, It was just like I remembered it a dump, it was a small building backed on to a dock with warn out and stained walls and almost shattered windows, at night it was like a haunted hell house I opened the huge double doors and approached the counter I had that strange spirit where something didnt quite feel right I got to the counter and rang the bell it was just as bad inside than outside, tables and chairs scattered everywhere.After a spell of waiting I smelt the unnatural smell of gas which numbed the reality that I had been set up I smashed for the front double doors which by this time had been somehow locked I dont think it was a coincidence I had been lured in like a mouse to cheese. I made a dash for the back door through the kitchen it was blocked with a huge wooden cabinet there was no point moving it. it looked at least 500 pounds just when I was reflecting on my li fe and thought of the shattered dreams and lost loved ones. I then caught a glimpse of a shiny intention in the corner of my eye.I had been given a second chance it was an axe I grabbed it with a tough grip and saw my target I ran towards the cabinet swinging the axe about like a man possessed the axe hit with such a force that the cabinet doors shattered like glass on a concrete floor. It gave me new hope so I unbroken hacking and hacking the cabinet disappeared within a flash one swipe with the axe and the door was gone too.I jumped out on to the peer and made a leap for the water the cold icy feeling numbed me to my brain while I was submerged all I could hear was the almost fatal sound of the pizza place becoming a crater in the ground. After this experience the option of lie low looked good to me so I spent a bit of time sweating it out in my friend Jimmys apartment. Then I would be back on that case like a kid eating cake.