Blackmoor: Ep1.1 - Another night, another crime

I was the first badge at the scene. The call came in just in time to interrupt my evening ritual of a cup of coffee served just too hot, and a deli sandwich that was just too stale. Overpriced, as always, too. But so was everything else in Blackmoor.

The city had a way of churning out victims like they were going out of style. Always a new body to wash up in the rainy streets for any day ending in Y and Today was no different.

She was in her late 20s, beautiful, even on the account of being a corpse. A youthfulness to her features that I had long since lost, that I had traded somewhere along the way in exchange worry lines and sleepless nights.

Something caught my eye, halting my train of thought as I was carefully dissecting the crime scene. Something was hidden in her left hand. Kneeling, I pried her grip, which had already begin to turn stiff, open. Inside was a note, with a hastily written address, but not just any address. Mine.