Detective Dion: Tech Titans
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When the sudden death of a prominent tech CEO sends shockwaves through the city, seasoned detective Dion Knight is partnered with Theodore Stevens. What begins as a high-profile investigation quickly unravels into something far more sinister; an elaborate web of sabotage and murder buried beneath the tech elite.
As they chase encrypted leads and shadowy suspects, Dion and Stevens are pulled deeper into a corporate conspiracy involving stolen innovation, hidden motives, and a cold case that hits too close to home. The deeper they dig, the more the lines blur between truth and betrayal, justice and revenge.
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Chapter 1: A Celebration Interrupted
The harmony of clanging glasses thrummed through the Rusty Anchor. Quiet conversations to be lost in, away from the unrelenting thrum of the city. A warm, yellow light emitted from the bustling city lights outside washed over pub-goers from the windows. Old wooden chairs and tables, with almost as many stories etched into them spread around the pub. The scent of aged oak melding titillatingly with the tantalising aroma of slow-cooked meats, crumbly pies and just-forged bread. Chats hung in the air like a warm tune, interspersed with cackles and clinking pint glasses.
Tucked into the shadowy comfort of a corner table, Detective Dion Knight and newly promoted Detective Theodore Stevens relished their escape from duty after another case solved. Dion, his athletic physique emphasised by his immaculately tailored long coat, leaned back with thoughtful nonchalance. Unremarkable dark hair, judiciously streaked with grey suggesting maturity, was cultivated under careful hands, while his keen blue eyes held a revelatory spark as he savoured a convened gulp of his stout. The frothy, luxuriant beer provided a perfect complement to the evening's leisure; a poetically robust reclaim of satisfaction at the end of an arduous week.
Stevens took a seat across from Dion, looking as though his uniform could barely contain him from excitement now that he was an official detective. The sandy blonde hair was well-groomed, the lively green eyes were alive with unbridled joy. He obsequiously stirred the blush-coloured blend of gin and lemonade with the straw, A single, plump strawberry sinking into the liquid. Stevens smiled ear to ear, his face gleaming with what can only be described as pure joy.
Their glasses clinked as they toasted to Stevens’s promotion. "Here's to you, Stevens!" Dion announced, taking a sip of his stout with its rich roasters and tang of iron. Stevens lifted a glass, pink under the flickering overhead light and considered as he sipped
“Here's to many more cases and promotions, Dion,” Stevens replied, relaxing into his chair. He was pleasantly satisfied by the vibrant atmosphere of celebration all around him.
Between the dark wood panels and objects darting back to different decades, it was a calm solace from anything they battled with in their day. But just for a few golden minutes, their responsibilities disappeared and it was shared laughs and genuine solidarity. Dion took another sip of drink, enjoying the cold sip of his stout.
“No need to be wearing a uniform anymore, Stevens! Better get your best shirts ready for the job. Although, the paperwork is mostly the same.” Dion joked.
Just as Dion prepared to dive into another career anecdote, a sudden explosive roar obliterated the peace. The windows trembled violently, casting a shiver of unease through the room. The explosion’s earth-shaking boom pierced the benign murmur of the patrons, who were instantly paralyzed in their seats, their faces contorting in shock and bewilderment.
