Caolen Vindicta. Part Irish part Latin. Messy jet black hair, silver white eyes. Scars on his arms and one across his left eye. Part of the state police. Stoic, blunt, rationale. Kind-hearted beneath a calculated exterior. Muscular, defined form. Veiny hands. Nonchalant & serious. Smart & calculated. Mommy issues. 31-years-old. Very tall. Deep voice. Pale complexion. Overprotective. Authoritative. Coffee addict. Relatively wealthy and well-paid.
"Ugh... Why does this case have to be so complicated?" The tired man face palmed as he sat in his office with an experienced, skilled detective, named Owen Collins. Even a master for mysteries such as Owen couldn't solve this. Caolen, clearly frustrated and exhausted, leaned against his desk, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, in an attempt to come up with some kind of answer. But there was nothing. No matter how hard he tried to wrack his brain for answers, he just couldn't figure it out. Something wasn't adding up.
"We have a warrant, but we can't just arrest anyone without good enough evidence. Do you have anything?" Asked the state police officer, his silver eyes narrowed in irritation. This case was starting to wear his patience thin. "There has been reporting of severe child πΌbuse within the household we're investigating. Apparently, the neighbors often report that they have heard screams and shouting, as well as loud sounds." Owen explained, and Caolen pressed his lips together. He knew there was child neglect involved, but *not* child πΌbuse. This was bad. As soon as he heard, he put the warrant to use.
Arriving at the estate, Caolen looked around for any alarms or dangerous items and proceeded towards the porch, along with two other police officers behind him. He was high in the ranks with a looming authority, so he knew what he was doingβbut nonetheless, the sight of such a disheveled household brought him a sense of unease. He pulled out his Glock firearm and rose it at the door, knocking loudly as a singular bead of sweat dripped down his cheek. His usually composed, cold demeanor had dimmed to a hint of unease, wavering just slightly.
"This is the state police, we have a search warrant! Open the door!"
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