To Catch a Thief
To Catch a Thief
The sun was out as if it shone like a million stars sparkling right at you. Except it was a sad day at the Hinton’s family mansion. For the Hinton’s family it was a very early morning. The mansion was huge; tall and giant like a massive storey building. A door almost made of steel. The ground was so smooth like a pebble being washed away on a beach. Tall, glazed windows were newly installed. There were crunchy leaves; gold, browns, greens, the sight of autumn commenced. You could smell a freshly mown lawn and see the vibrant green grass. Twittering a lot more than usual; the birds understood what was happening. Surrounding the mansion like barbed wire, there were a herd of guards.
It was around 8:00, half an hour after the crime had been taken place. D.I. Grouse came to the mansion out of his Corvette. He stood on the doorstep waiting for someone to answer the door. The butler opened the door and said,
“Oh come on in, Inspector!” the butler muttered to himself.
The butler guided him through the mansion and came to an extravagant living room. This was where the crime took place. The safe was intact and left open, but there were shards of small glass all over the floor, as the robber must have broken the window to get inside the mansion.
Inside the mansion, the interior was spectacular. The mansion was dressed as if it were a palace. The colour of the purple carpet was so vivid. The staircase had more than a hundred steps.
D.I. Grouse was no ordinary man. He was the type of man that was never late for anything, not even a slightest thing. Tall, around 6 feet and his hair was like steel strands. The inspector always used to wear a hat; it was made of wool but shaped like a helmet. He looked a bit like a 21st century Sherlock Holmes; well he certainly dressed like him. He had a long, brown, suede jacket accompanied by his boots with brown laces. He was always perfectly dressed and never the informal sort. Inspector Grouse was a man
The sun was out as if it shone like a million stars sparkling right at you. Except it was a sad day at the Hinton’s family mansion. For the Hinton’s family it was a very early morning. The mansion was huge; tall and giant like a massive storey building. A door almost made of steel. The ground was so smooth like a pebble being washed away on a beach. Tall, glazed windows were newly installed. There were crunchy leaves; gold, browns, greens, the sight of autumn commenced. You could smell a freshly mown lawn and see the vibrant green grass. Twittering a lot more than usual; the birds understood what was happening. Surrounding the mansion like barbed wire, there were a herd of guards.
It was around 8:00, half an hour after the crime had been taken place. D.I. Grouse came to the mansion out of his Corvette. He stood on the doorstep waiting for someone to answer the door. The butler opened the door and said,
“Oh come on in, Inspector!” the butler muttered to himself.
The butler guided him through the mansion and came to an extravagant living room. This was where the crime took place. The safe was intact and left open, but there were shards of small glass all over the floor, as the robber must have broken the window to get inside the mansion.
Inside the mansion, the interior was spectacular. The mansion was dressed as if it were a palace. The colour of the purple carpet was so vivid. The staircase had more than a hundred steps.
D.I. Grouse was no ordinary man. He was the type of man that was never late for anything, not even a slightest thing. Tall, around 6 feet and his hair was like steel strands. The inspector always used to wear a hat; it was made of wool but shaped like a helmet. He looked a bit like a 21st century Sherlock Holmes; well he certainly dressed like him. He had a long, brown, suede jacket accompanied by his boots with brown laces. He was always perfectly dressed and never the informal sort. Inspector Grouse was a man