“Man, Henry! When was the last time you cleaned out the cellar? Smells like someone died down here!” yelled Claude from the basement of an abandoned warehouse. The stench was getting worse as he descended down the staircase. “It’s not that bad! No one’s been here since the day care closed down!” answered Henry. Claude shined his flashlight throughout the room as he reached the end. Nothing but boxes and rats infested the room. “Do we gotta move all these boxes?” he asked. “I guess so, since they’re down there!” responded Henry. Sorting through the boxes, Claude came upon a photo album from 1982. He smiled and murmured, “Man, we had terrible taste in fashion.” Henry soon joined him where they both laughed at the many peculiar items in the boxes.

While Henry still searched through the boxes, Claude wandered over the other side of the room. He looked around and spotted something that caught his eye. In the corner was a pile of bed linens that didn’t seem right. Sifting through the pile, he discovered a body. Claude jumped back and screamed at the top of his lungs. Henry ran over to the scene and nearly vomited when he saw the gruesome sight. There, lying at the bottom of the pile was the body of a small child. On close inspection, they finalized that the body was a little girl seemingly to be mauled to death. Around her neck was a golden heart pendant that was inscribed with the letters, ADM. “Oh my God! It’s a dead girl!” yelled Claude. “Well, she’s not skipping and jumping around. I’m calling the cops.” said Henry.

Moments later the NYPD dashed down the stairs to view the scene. The coroner came in after carrying the ill-fated body bag. Through all the racket and commotion of the area, Detective Michael Malone walked in. His work was admired by all the Captains of the police district in the tri-state area. In one year he captured 14 murders, imprisoned 24 rapists, and stopped 9 burglary attempts. He was a man of high honor and his aptitude for justice was felt throughout the land. He scanned the crime scene with his piercing green eyes and walked up to a standing officer. “So we have a possible rape victim. Around 12 to 13 years old I guess. Mauled by the rats in the basement I propose.” He said to the officer.

“Well, sir, we just got here, but I’m betting your right on the money.” The officer answered. “Malone! Long time no see! I heard about your latest bust, very cocky of you to put yourself in that much danger.” announced a man that strolled into the room. Malone turned around with a small smile on his face. “Wortz! How’s the Chicago police department treating you?” Malone asked. “Oh, didn’t you hear? They sent me back to New York; they didn’t have the cases I wanted to handle.” Wortz answered. “You were couple of decades too late for that.” He added.