The Psychic Detective

Detective Liam Hartley sat at his desk, pouring over the case files of a recent string of unsolved murders. The evidence was scarce, and the leads were growing cold. Frustrated, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” Liam called out.

A woman with vibrant red hair and piercing green eyes entered the room. “Detective Hartley?” she asked, her voice soft yet confident.

“Yes, and you are?” Liam inquired, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.

“My name is Olivia Sinclair. I’m a psychic, and I believe I can help you with your case,” she replied, taking a seat across from him.

Liam scoffed. “A psychic? Look, Miss Sinclair, I appreciate your offer, but I don’t have time for hocus pocus. This is a serious investigation.”

Olivia leaned forward, her gaze intense. “I understand your skepticism, Detective, but I assure you, my abilities are real. I’ve helped solve cases before, and I can do the same for you.”

Intrigued, Liam decided to hear her out. “Alright, what do you have for me?”

Olivia closed her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration. “I see a man… tall, with dark hair and a scar on his left cheek. He’s connected to the murders, but he’s not the killer.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “A scar on his left cheek? We have a witness description matching that, but we haven’t been able to locate him.”