Task 3B Planning a novel Detective novel

Summary

Slave of B is a detective novel that takes place in New York. We get to know the detective team and get even closer up on the criminal detective Wold and his new assistant Anthony Grey. In the first pages we experience the secound murder in a serie of five. The book also follows the murders mentality in cursiv, and we soon discover that he is not the person he seems to be. He, we don`t get to know his name before the last chapter - is being controlled by a man that goes throught the half book by the nickname B. You just might think that these two guys are composed, cold-blooded murderers, but as you turn the pages you will know that it is mutch more to it. Both of them have more than one reason for their actions. In each murder, B need to find a number that is tatooed some place on the victims bodys. But what does he need this numbers for, and why do these people have a tatooed code on them? The code is the most important clue in the book, and B is the only one that knows what it`s for. Just maybe the victims aren`t so innocent like they seem? And what happends to Wold when someone close to him becomes involved? Time is a considerably fact between life and death of more than the victims, and has to be followed like a shoe on a foot.
In the middle of the book we reach the top of tension as the slave of B is about to do a big mistake and almost gets caught. The readers will most probably be curios about actually WHY «he» is under B`s demand, and the reason will shock the most visionary of you. The book is really running around the subjects trust, undescovered reasons, family and teamwork, however the big moral of Slave of B is that «things isn`t always like they seem to be.»

Slave of B

Criminal detective Wold from the Criminal Investigation Department; CID was plainly pale. «How in the name of god could this happen again!?» he almost whispered with his hoarse voice. This was the second murder in under two months.

I stood outside the white painted house, and peeked in from the icecovered window. My eyes slipped from the pale, lifeless face down to her narrow, redpolished toes. It was glistening from the red blood that still was scattering all over her chest. The grey pointed knife was still lying on the bedside table next to her. Without fingerprints. Of course I would`nt leave any traces. B would be furious. An essential part of the plan was of course the fact of not being caught.

Wold walked slowly closer to the brutaly killed woman while the other detectivs were trying to find something in the hotelroom that could identify her. «Go ask the reception clerk who the woman checked in as, and how long she was going to stay.» Wold told his assistant while he was looking closer at her face. Her open mouth maked it look like she still was screeming of someone to help her. She was tied to a purple chair with thin thin tread, and the bruces and burnmarks on her body were signs of painful abuse. Like someone was trying to make her tell them something. Something important.

Back at the police station, a crowd of people from different departments were sitting on a desk each and closely paying attention to what the criminal detective was summing up. «It got to be some type of connection between the two murders. «We found the womans ID, her name is Karen Worldof, and is in the same organisation as the first woman.» Grey said while streching his legs after a long day. Wold looked through the crowd with a serious mine on his face. «Yes, then both of the victims probably knewed eachother and both got stabbed in the chest.» The new lady that always was wearing grey, reached her hand for something to say. «Yes, miss Carber?» She took a swallow and replied «Both of the women was tied up and had big signs of abuse. So it seems like the murderer even likes to watch women hurting, or he is trying to get something out of them.» «Yes, and Grey – do you have something more?» Wold said and looked at his new, clearly too short paid assistant. Grey fished up his glasses from his left shirt pocket and flicked the page in his roughbook. «They both were women in their 30s, single and hardworking in a big company called D.S.B that is a big law firm in New York.»

«It`s done, sir.» He didn`t replie. Just sat in his leather chair with crossed arms starring down in his light tanned hands and coughing in the smoke from a candle standing in the middle of his desk. «How long before they found out?» I fast began to stutter and then finally he looked up at me. «I don`t know exactly. About a couple of houers I guess.» I was about to turn around and get the hell out of there, before he again looked hard at me, with the same eyecatcher he had for exactly two months ago. «You know you aren`t done yet.» I catched my breath in the fact that I didn`t know. «This time you don`t got alot of time. You need to hurry.» That made it even more difficult. «Garry James.» he said and gave me a minature picture of a man in a blue shirt. I guess it must be his passport picture if not, something that will require a picture as big as a babys hand. «A guy this time, huh?» I said more like a question to myself. «Now, you need to find the two next numbers, and remember...We don`t got mutch time.» I turned and walked against the outline of a door that probobly had exicted some time. Well, they say that good things takes time, I thought to myself without any special meaning of the sentence.

Criminal detective Wold was sitting in his office with a bunch of paperwork growing on his desk. He pulled his hair back while he fetched a deep sigh. Whole day, his head was in the two murders. Wold had a lot of pressure on his shoulders, so it was`nt easy for him. «We need more traces. Maybe even another murder.» He said to him self, right before eating his words. A new murder? How could he say that? He would`nt need to tell another family that theyre loved ones was been murdered. But then again, we need the murder to be stupid. To leave something behind. A piece of hair, fingerprint, anything. His thoughts stopped the secound someone was knocking discreet on the door. «Come in, Anthony» Anthony was Greys first name. Wold always called him by his first name when they were alone. Decpite his short experience, he felt that the could be trusted. «When we looked closer at the women, we saw that they both had a tiny tatoo under their feets, but it is blurry because it seems like it has been scraped with a scissors or something.» Wold took of his glasses and raised his eyebrows. «Show it to the lab and tell them to enlarge it.» Anthony smiled. «That`s already been done, sir.» Wold waved him out and shaked his head of what he thought earlier about Anthony`s wage.

I was walking in a cirkle around the house looking for an open window. I was quite consentrated but also a bit tense. Then I discovered. A small crack of an open window in to what looked like the kitchen. I felt sore rumbling in my stomach. I haden`t had money to buy food in days and felt tired as mutch as listless. I consentrated to not think of the load rumbeling that was running in my body and tried to focus on opening the window so I could get in. It was a small lock on it. Not a big problem, I just moved my fingers supple up and smacked it of without making a sound. After that, I jumped up on the window frame and down at the bench right below. I lost my balance for a secound and got a sting of shock but calmed down in a bit. I saw the man sitting on a coach in the other room. «Who are you?» I got stiff as a ramrod and looked to my left where a little boy was sitting on the kitchen bench more playful than scared. I gasped and looked if his dad had heard us, but he was still sitting on the coach. «Hyysj!» I said while I looked at the little boy and sat my forefinger to my lips. Then I ran out the window as quiet like I got in while I catched my breath in desperation. What was I going to tell B?