The 1st Case
April 9, 1980.
I was awoken early in the morning by Evan Rosier who was standing by our bed, fully dressed. I groaned. I didn't like to wake up early.
"Sorry to wake you so early, Barty, love." Said Evan, "But Dorcas Meadows has woken me up so, I have done the same to you."
"Why? Has she been mugged or something? Because if she has I'll steel the finger nails of who ever did it." I said, sitting up.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but there's just a visitor here to see us."
"I'm not disappointed." I said as I got dressed, "Who is it anyways, and why are they here so early? It's not like this is a twenty four hour business or something."
"It's a client, someone who wants our help."
"Remind me after this to send out a notice in the paper about our office hours."
"But we don't have office hours."
"We do now. How do you feel about 8 am to 11 pm?"
"Why so stingy on the time?" Evan teased before leaning in and giving me a kiss. My stomach fluttered. It always did when Evan kissed me.
"Come on, we don't want to keep our guest waiting." I said as I opened the door for Evan. Despite the early hour I was eager for a case, if that is what our visitor came to give us. When we entered the sitting room my eyes immediately feel on a man who was sitting on the couch by the fire. This man had black, curly shoulder length hair, silver eyes, and a tiny black earring in his left ear. He wore ripped jeans, a David Bowie shirt, Doc Martins, and a leather jacket. And I had found him quite attractive.
"Good morning." Evan said as we both sat down.
The stranger looked up at us, his beautiful face was white with fright.
"I am Evan Rosier and this is my associate and- dear friend Barty Crouch. He is also a detective."
I winked at our visitor, and he looked away, a slight blush creeping up his neck.
"I'll order us some coffee, and you can tell us all that you mean." Said Evan.
"Coffee?" Our guest said sounding confused.
"I can order some tea if that is what you prefer. Just something warm for you to drink, you're shivering." Said Evan.
"Not from the cold, Rosier, from fear."
"Well, then if you are shivering of bloody fright, by all means tell us what happened!" I said more loudly then I intended, and both Evan and the visitor stared back at me with shock, "I mean, please whenever you're ready, tell us what happened."
"Slow down, Barty, we don't even know his name." Evan