English homework. Haven’t that far and got “writer’s” block. 
any ideas??
The phone started to ring, the experienced hands of D.I. Oliver Burns were quick to react and in an instant he was engulfed by yet another mystery. As the muffled voice on the end of the phone told of the gruesome details Burns, with his harsh east-end accent, interrupted, “look, i’m on my way.”
Burns wasn’t like the other detectives: prim and proper, posh suits, straight ties. In fact he didn’t even own a tie! However, his scruffy appearance was nothing to judge him on, although his methods were slightly unorthodox he got results, over and over again. At the ripe old age of 62 Burns was at the top of his game - solving more crimes than any other detective in east london. How does he do it? How does he get inside the minds of some of Britain’s most ruthless criminals? The truth is he use to be one.
Burns drove on auto-pilot following the reassuring voice of the sat-nav. As he “reached his destination” his eyes locked-on rigidly to the crime scene he saw unfold in front of him. There it lay, askew on the concrete, down a backstreet in london, something many of us could not bare to look at but something Burns found merely an insignificant part of his day to day life. He pulled up the hand brake and flicked the door of his 18-year-old Mercedes open in one smooth motion. “What’s do we think has happened here then?” He asked confidently and openly to anyone brave enough to reply. There was a pause….
“He’s dead.” stuttered a voice, weak and frail from the shock of the severely disfigured body.
“Oh, oh he’s dead is he? lucky your here. Isn’t it?” Burns laughed. “Trainees ay? you’ve gotta love ’em!”
A more confident voice stepped forward, the same voice that that Burns had spoken with from his office just few minutes ago; that of superintendent Jacob Mills, ”well detective,” he began, scanning the notes he’d made on his clip board, “victim aged between 20-35. The fatal blow believed to be that of the one to the head.” He pointed vaguely towards the head of the victim, not taking his eyes off the clipboard. “not yet ID’d but we have reason to believe he’s a local man as he has tattoos linked with the east end’s Bethnal green mob,” he concluded.
A look of confusion built on Burns’ face until his brain made a breakthrough. ”These tattoos? You say they’re The Bethnal green mob?”
“yes? Thats right,” Mills momentarily pulled his eyes from the clipboard he clung to and looked at burns inquisitively, ”why?”
Tell me what you think?
April 8th, 2011 at 7:45 am
If Burns used to be a criminal, make it so that the gang in question is the one he used to run with. He could be hiding his tattoos and you could have another detective character find out. You could also make it so the victim is the son of an old gang buddy and Burns ends up helping the gang find out who commit ed the murder while still trying to maintain his career as a detective. You could make the other detective who finds Burn’s tattoo a rival of Burns, so they would have some sort of struggle.