John Lewis was a detective for the Western Police Department. He was one of the younger detectives on the force, as well as one of the top lead detectives the department had. He started in the police department eight years ago, working his way up the ranks from a simple patrol man all the way to detective. He enjoyed his job, he felt like he was really helping his community.
John was married to his high school sweetheart, Amanda. They both moved to Western after college, once John got hired in the police department. Amanda worked for a local financial firm, and the two seemed to be the perfect couple. John and Amanda lived a simple life, aside from their jobs. Lately the two had been talking about starting a family. The idea of having a child was something John wanted, but he did not know if it was the right time. His job was demanding, and he knew it could be hard on both Amanda and him.
It was late Friday night, John was at home with Amanda, getting ready for bed. He was about to climb into bed with his wife when he got a phone call on his cell phone. He answered the phone, "Detective Lewis," he said as he listened to the other end. He sighed as he stood up, a serious look on his face. "Got you sir, I will be right there," he said as he hung up the phone. He looked at Amanda and sighed.
"Sorry babe, I have to go. Seems that something major happened downtown at one of the local hotels," he said. Amanda seemed concerned, and John shook his head. "I am not sure what it is, all I know is the captain wants me down there quickly to get on the case, I really have to get going."
John changed quickly, putting on a pair of black dress pants with black shoes. A black belt with a white button down shirt and a blue tie. He grabbed his badge and gun, and his jacket and headed out the door. He climbed in his car and drove off toward the crime scene, wondering what could have possibly happened.
John was married to his high school sweetheart, Amanda. They both moved to Western after college, once John got hired in the police department. Amanda worked for a local financial firm, and the two seemed to be the perfect couple. John and Amanda lived a simple life, aside from their jobs. Lately the two had been talking about starting a family. The idea of having a child was something John wanted, but he did not know if it was the right time. His job was demanding, and he knew it could be hard on both Amanda and him.
It was late Friday night, John was at home with Amanda, getting ready for bed. He was about to climb into bed with his wife when he got a phone call on his cell phone. He answered the phone, "Detective Lewis," he said as he listened to the other end. He sighed as he stood up, a serious look on his face. "Got you sir, I will be right there," he said as he hung up the phone. He looked at Amanda and sighed.
"Sorry babe, I have to go. Seems that something major happened downtown at one of the local hotels," he said. Amanda seemed concerned, and John shook his head. "I am not sure what it is, all I know is the captain wants me down there quickly to get on the case, I really have to get going."
John changed quickly, putting on a pair of black dress pants with black shoes. A black belt with a white button down shirt and a blue tie. He grabbed his badge and gun, and his jacket and headed out the door. He climbed in his car and drove off toward the crime scene, wondering what could have possibly happened.