Clarkson Buxton was bored. Both feet perched upon the desk, hands behind his head. He had just finished counting the amount of fibers in the carpet.<br/><br/>A knock was heard at the door.<br/><br/>"Come in!"<br/><br/>A mousey man, kinda fidgidy and skittish. "Yes hello, Clarkson Buxton? Private Investigator"<br/><br/>"Please tell me you have a case, I'm incredibly bored right now."<br/><br/>The man coughed. "Yes I believe I do."<br/><br/>~CJWrites~<br/><br/>And so, he sat across from his new client.<br/><br/>"My name is Peter Anderson." He said softly, stumbling over the words. "My... daughter Grace. She's fallen, jumped, off a building... The police say its suicide but... "<br/><br/>Clarkson raised his eyebrow. "But?"<br/><br/>"She had no reason to! There was no note or anything! I think she was pushed!" The man blurted out.<br/><br/>"Murder then? Brilliant. Anyone who'd want her dead"<br/><br/>"No." The man started sobbing, chocking into his handkerchief. "She was the most amazing girl in the world, the light of my life."<br/><br/>"Right. Well then.... Lets have a talk with the Chief to see if we can get them to reopen the case shall we?"<br/><br/>~CJWrites~<br/><br/>"I'm sorry Clarkson, but I can't reopen the case. The Coroner has already deemed it to be suicide." Chief Inspector Thomas Gregson sighed. "And there's been a rash of murders lately with actual guns and knives so we don't exactly have time to chase down maybe-murders. I can pull some strings and allow you access to everything the police would have but otherwise you're on your own"<br/><br/>"Thank you Thomas, that would be much appreciated." Thomas began shuffling around the office and handed Clarkson the file. He looked towards his client. Well then lets discuss this back at the office huh?<br/><br/>~CJWrites~<br/><br/>"Well then." Clarkson got out his notebook, he still retained it from his days on the force. "Tell me more about Gloria."