Detective aayushi first case started at Hours of rain left the city’s roads moist, washed away dirt from the sidewalks, and made the air cool and clean. But beneath the calm facade of evening, something sinister was stirring. It was night time when the city seemed to be holding its breath, swinging between day and night, A liminal space where secrets remained hidden and the past was always connected to the present.
Detective Ayushi was standing at the edge of the crime scene, her breath creating small clouds in the cool air. In his ten years on the job he had seen it all – murder, deceit, betrayal – but this was different. The victim, a man of about forty, was found in a high-rise apartment in the middle of the city’s financial district, a place where people did not die without reason. His name was Thomas Johnson, a realtor who had connections all over the place, but no one knew anything more about him than that.
Ayushi was crouching near the dead body, her sharp eyes were inspecting the surroundings. Thomas was laid out on the living room floor, his body stiff and cold. No signs of injury, no blood. A glass was kept untouched on the coffee table. The apartment was spotless, almost clean, and yet something was wrong. Something about the stillness that made him uneasy.
“Detective Ayushi,” came a voice from behind him. He turned to see his companion Tom walking up, his expression serious.
He asked, not to hide his failure. She wanted answers—wanted them now.
“We’ve checked the apartment building. There are no witnesses. The doorman didn’t see anything unusual. The cameras outside the building show nothing except a few delivery vans, no one coming and going who isn’t supposed to.” Was Needed.”
Ayushi’s eyes went back to the body. “So, no sign of forced entry? No struggle?”
“Of course. Whoever did it was either a professional, or they knew Thomas well enough to get involved without worrying him.”
Ayushi stood up, rubbing her jacket. His mind raced. Thomas must have had enemies – people he had wronged on the way to his goal. But it didn’t seem like a typical revenge killing. The absence of violence, the lack of injury, was telling him otherwise. This was also… clear.
There is a knock at the door and Aayushi walks away from the body, giving the crime scene technicians a chance to do their work. He took out his phone while scanning the victim’s profile.
Thomas Avery. Business Tycoon. Philanthropist. But there were no obvious links to anything suspicious. The kind of man who makes enemies without showing it. But what really caught her attention was one name that kept coming up—Sarah Hale.
She’d seen that name before on a cold case files – an unsolved disappearance from five years earlier. Hale was a journalist investigating the city’s high society, and her last known contact was with Avery. That case had gone cold, but this? It felt like it could be the key to everything. There had to be a connection.
Ayushi’s phone rang. No hint of physical acting. are the product of toxicology, but the cause of death appears to be poisoning.
His stomach swelled. It was a slow, deliberate way to kill. And that meant that someone close to Thomas had to have access to it – someone he trusted. As soon as he looked at the glass of whiskey kept on the table, a cold feeling came to his mind. Whoever did this was playing a long game.
I want to know with whom he has been in contact in the last month. Start by investigating Sarah Hale.
Rousseau nodded and proceeded to make the call. Ayushi’s thoughts started wandering. Poison… it was intimate, calculated. He looked back at the building, the city stretching beyond it, and wondered who in Thomas’s class could have the patience to wait for the right moment. Someone close. Someone who was waiting for this very moment to strike.
The next few days were a blur. As the investigation progresses, Aayushi begins to uncover a disturbing web of deception. Thomas was not just a businessman. He was also involved in illegal land deals, money laundering and even bribery.
Sarah Hale’s investigation exposed it all – everything Thomas had worked so hard to hide. It was no coincidence that she had disappeared. Hale was getting very close, and Thomas, knowing how much she had found out, had made sure to keep her quiet.
But someone else knew about it – someone who was monitoring Hale’s investigation. Someone who saw an opportunity to take Thomas down and make it look like a natural death. The poison was subtle, the kind that could baffle even the best toxicologists if you didn’t know what you were looking for.
When Thomas eventually died, John inherited everything – his property, his relations, and most importantly, the freedom to erase all traces of his involvement in the crime.
But John had underestimated Ayushi.
When the evidence was in hand, Ayushi herself made the arrest. John tried to play the victim, trying to spin a story about how ruthless and cruel Thomas was, but Ayushi saw through the lie. She was looking at was not a victim. He was a murderer – a coward who plotted the death of his partner.
As Dawson was taken away, Ayushi gave herself a moment to breathe. The city had got its justice, and it had got the truth. But somewhere, deep inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The darkness in the city was deeper than anyone could imagine, and Ayushi was determined to keep digging – because in a world like this, extinction was always close at hand.