Me and Stella walked out of my office and into the crowded streets of New Block City. I heard all of the delightful sounds of slamming car doors, swearing from left to right, honking cars, music from MP3 players, and so many more of these noises I have grow use to over the years of livin' here. However, Stella looks very uncomfortable at the sounds that were going on around her.

"Not a city girl are ya?" I asked her, showing a bit more of my less serious side.

"N-no. Not really... How can you live here?" She replied a question back to me. And I chuckled at her dismay.

"You get use to it after a while. And you may just make a friend around here, once you do get use to it." I told her with my ever-growing knowledge.

"How can someone make friends in a place like this?" I looked at her and smile.

"Its easy! You just have to be friendly!" I looked a around and saw an old woman with a huge bag of groceries in their hand struggling to open the door to their apartment. I ran up to them and opened the door.

"Why, thank you, Katie!" the old woman said as she went to her apartment.

"No problem, Jules!" I said with a smile then walked back to Stella.

"See? Life can be better if we just put aside our pride and helped people!" I could tell Stella was pondering on the words I said.

"You are a very nice person, aren't you?" she asked.

"When I want to be!" I replied jokingly. I just remember my mission and what I was suppose to do.

"So um... Where is this old warehouse?" it seems that she only just remembered this as well.

"Oh yes... Um..." she snaps her fingers, "I remember! It's over by the explosion factory!"

"Then let's go! To the my tow truck, Red Flame!" I yelled out.

"Why a tow truck?"

"Because I live in the county actually."

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After about a hour of driving we see the rusty, old warehouse.

"There it is!" Stella said pointing to the warehouse. I park right beside it and got out of my truck.

"So this is it, huh? It's a lot creepier then you were telling me.."

"Why, yes, I suppose it is pretty spooky. I just hope we can find my poor, poor sister!" She said with her fake southern accent cracking.

"Don't worry! I will find your sister and the culprit!" I said with a hint of pride. Hey! What can I say? I'm good at my job.

We walk inside the warehouse, Stella is behind me just incase something happens she can run. It is a code with all detectives that if you and your client are going into an area that you could possibly get killed in, let your client escape first by putting them in the back.

Looking around for clues of any sign of her sister I saw a crumbled up piece of paper. I picked it up and it reads:

"You are next, Detective Katie."

What the! I quickly turned around and see Stella with a gun pointed at me.

"I can not believe you fell for the fake accent!" Her accent was now very thick and British. I heard a click on her gun. I stood there worried if I could make it out of this one.

"Please! Your southern accent stinks! I knew you were faking the whole time! I was just playing along to see what information I could get from you." I felt my gun in my jacket pocket and pulled it out, shocking the girl.

"My, my... How the tables have turned!" I said as I grabbed the gun out of Stella's hand.

"W-what?! How did you-?"

"How did I take your gun?" I said finishing her question. "Easy, I scared and shocked you when I pulled out a gun, so you loosened your hand and I was able to get the gun." I explained to her.

"Now," I said as she is still in shock, "tell me, who are you really?"

"My name is Sabrina Kyle. The wanted murderer... I killed Bella Wilson out of cold blood..." she replied to me in shame.

"Hmm... Figures... You are going to be in jail for a long time, Sabrina! The police are already on their way." I smiled and said, "you had better have a good lawyer."

So Ms. Sabrina Kyle was sent to jail for five years. And all was good... Or is it?

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(So do you guys want me to make a book with Katie as a detective? Or just keep make this little chapters or do you want me to not write this at all?)