The Last Case

(flash story)

Detective Sam Thompson opened the notebook, and his gaze lingered on the scrawled name: “Peter.” The informant’s warning echoed in his head, a chilling whisper: “Stay away from this case, Sam. This will be your last case.” Sam chuckled to himself, dismissing it as fearmongering. He had heard threats before, but he stood his ground.

The black cat crossed his path and disappeared into the night. Sam’s mother used to say that black cats bring bad luck. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. He was a man of logic and evidence, not superstition.

Sam received a message from his partner Jake: “Found something big. Meet me at the old warehouse. Be careful.” Sam’s heart rate sped up. This was it, the breakthrough they needed.

The wind howled as he approached the warehouse, the heavy metal door creaking open. It was eerily quiet inside, shadows dancing in the dim light. “Jake?” he called, his voice echoing.

Footsteps approached, slow and cautious. “Sam,” the voice whispered. But it wasn’t Jake. A figure stepped into the light, the glint of a knife catching Sam’s eye. His heart pounded with the realization that he had walked straight into a trap.

As the knife plunged in, the last thought that flashed through Sam’s mind was his mother’s voice, a distant memory that now became clear: “Beware of the black cat, Sam. It’s a harbinger of death.”

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