More importantly, each of them had been on a date when their home had been broken into. Jack had no idea how Hugh knew so much about the dating app, but he most definitely wasn’t going to ask.Įach of his victims had an ‘Appily Ever After profile. Luckily his constable proved far more knowledgeable, and in under fifteen minutes Jack knew more than he ever wanted to about ‘Appily Ever After’s emergence, design, user base, unique selling points, marketing strategies, and rags-to-riches creator, Trent Carter. It was a dating app, Jack managed to figure out, but that was about as far as he got. By the time he found himself resorting to checking their starsigns, which proved to be yet another thing none of them had in common, Jack was half hoping for a sixth victim just to increase their chances of finding a link. There was no crossover in their personal histories, no overlap in their family, co-workers, or neighbours. Apart from all being moderately attractive, they didn’t share any particular physical traits. They visited different gyms, coffee shops and doctor’s surgeries. They lived in different neighbourhoods, worked in different fields, shopped at different supermarkets. Consequently, the responsibility of finding the culprit had fallen squarely on Detective Inspector Jack Robinson’s reluctant shoulders.įor the first week, it seemed like their ridiculous wealth was the only thing his victims had in common. Personally, Jack failed to see how this made any of them any more deserving of his help than anyone else, but apparently someone higher up disagreed. The ‘my watch costs more than your house’ kind of wealthy. A series of home burglaries that would have usually been assigned to one of the junior sergeants, if it wasn’t for the fact that the five victims were wealthy. The case had landed in his lap three weeks ago. But being dressed in what Jane would probably describe as frat boy pastels, given the keys to a car that cost more than his yearly wages, and sent to a five-star restaurant to meet up with a girl from a dating app? He was pretty sure that hadn’t been in the job description. Murderers, rapists, con-artists… all part of being a detective inspector. Incompetent constables and demanding superiors didn’t so much as faze him anymore.
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