excerpt of the first chapter of my wip
DETECTIVE INSPECTOR LOWE was a busy man. He left his house at the time he was supposed to be arriving at the solicitorās office. Well, he thought, the reading of Adrianās will can wait longer.
Adrian Gray died on the thirteenth of July. According to the coronerās report, he had died of an unexpected heart attack whilst organising his next auction.
Jensen Lowe, however, knew this was not the case. He was informed of Adrianās careless visit to the sorcerer Malignant and had insisted he accompany him, but Adrian being his stubborn, strong-willed self didnāt listen. He never did. He was arrogant, sharp-tongued and dismissive but also childish and wise, and quick on his feet.
Jensen drove through the city until he reached a small town called Valden. To any mortal eye, Valden was a small village, a run-down bad neighbourhood - not safe for any visitors. The buildings were covered in graffiti and the pavements lay under a sheet of litter. The air stank of stale urine so any passerby was immediately put off from entering.
To Jensen, Valden was a bright city with clean buildings and beautiful stone roads. Most inhabitants of Valden deemed cars and public transport unnecessary. The houses in the city were beautiful, made from honey-coloured stone and the roofs were a shimmery bronze. In Valden, the grass was greener and the light bounced off of every building. It was no Almara, but it was the closest thing to home. Jensen despised it.
