Mystery story

It all began in Las Vegas, Nevada. The year was 1972 and a 23 year old private detective named Jack Johnson was lounging with his brother in his condo. His brother was a good looking arrogant narcissus, most of the male gender hated and was extremely jealous of him it was the opposite for women, his name was John Johnson he was a major high roller among other things, let’s just say John is one of the reasons Las Vegas is called sin city.

Jack was built tall and tough when he wanted information he got it. All crooks were scared of him because he was known for shutting down them and their business which would range from selling drugs to selling illegal videos. He himself hated his brother but would never call the cops up to arrest him. There was only one conversation Jack had with his brother and that was about John.

One day John Johnson was murdered. Jack was called up immediately by one of John’s colleges. Jack made an appointment with John’s buddy. John’s buddy was like John except for the fact that he wasn’t as wealthy, his name was Lee Bing. Mr. Bing was offering Jack 40 grand if he could crack the case, the only problem was Mr. Bing’s money was hot so he only gave Jack one week. “Mr. Bing we need to go back to the basics, what we need to know is what John was doing, what weapon the killer used, what time it was, real proof of the crime in action or someone planning the murder and finally who did it.” Said Jack Johnson in his rough voice. “I’ll start the hunt in downtown.” Declared Jack

Jack went to downtown in his leather coat and hat he started looking for the right people to ask. He went up to two young men and asked in his street talk “Yo homey give me some info on dat murder of yo home boy John.” “yo man we don’t chill wit no cops.” “Is that so?” “Ya lets beat it man.” The two guys started going away when Jack pulled out a double barrel shotgun and a grapple gun. He shot one guy with the grapple gun and the other with the shotgun they both blew right through the person it was aimed at. The guy who got shot by the shotgun looked at the chunk blown out of him and the blood pouring out of his stomach and slowly and painfully died. The other guy’s lung flew out of him but he stayed alive, Jack grappled him in and whispered in his ear “who was it.” The young man died before he could answer “good thing I wore gloves.” Uttered Jack.

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