Black Shadow

Detective John's office is in the old part of the city, on the fourth floor of a gray five-story building. Once upon a time, there was a crowd in front of this office from morning to night. Some came to look for missing people, some wanted justice for fraud, and some knocked on the door hoping to solve the mystery of murder.

Today, the office is almost silent. Even the ticking of the old clock on the wall can be clearly heard. Outside the window, the evening light is slowly descending on the city. The last rays of the sun are sparkling on the glass of the tall buildings in the distance. Detective John was leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, half asleep. The old case files spread out on his desk seemed to have become a memory of the past.

His assistant David brought two cups of hot coffee and placed them on the table.
“Sir, it seems that the people of the city have forgotten us.”
John said without opening his eyes,

“What's the harm in forgetting? Let people live in peace.”
David sighed.
 “You always say that. But you can’t pay rent with peace.”

John smiled lightly.
“Then find another job.”
“No sir, catching criminals is a different kind of fun.”
They both sipped their coffee.
Just then the office door burst open.
A young woman ran in. Panting, her face pale, her eyes filled with panic. It looked as if someone had been chasing her.