Sector 57 of the new Lousine City could be considered one of the most peaceful sectors of the city, people here lived a quiet life inside their apartments and interacted with their neighbors only when necessary, except the old people and the children, but today it was different.

The children were not allowed to go play outside, the elderly were too shocked to speak to each other, and the adults who would usually be at their workplace and interact rarely were the ones who couldn't stop chattering, the peaceful Sector 57 was in an uproar.

The area between apartments 5 and 6 was closed off, sealed behind the borders of no crossing and the center of investigation was a dumpster inside which the severed body parts had been found.

During the morning walk, Mrs. Peregrine was with her guide dog when suddenly the dog ran off towards the dumpster and started barking heavily, Mrs. Peregrine who had lost most of her sight due to diabetes, couldn't understand what had happened, slowly moving towards the dumpster a putrid stench had invaded her nose.

Once she took a good whiff, she knew what smell it was, in her years as a nurse, she had been exposed to this smell many times, it was that of a body decomposing, quickly she called the police and now it had been 50 minutes since the first encounter, she was already tired of the repetitive questions of the officer.

The officer, a middle-aged man with a portly belly and a receding hairline, bombarded the old woman with questions

"It's Enough, Officer Greg we should go now," said another young officer, with a chiseled face and a slender build, pressing the shoulder of the first officer lightly.

"Um, okay sir," Greg replied.

Both officers walked towards the police car, the young officer moved slowly with his eyes closed recollecting everything at the crime scene, the dumpster was shared by Apartments 5 and 6, with a holding capacity of 1400 pounds, and the garbage was picked up by the end of the week, and it was today, but before it was picked up and dumped, Mrs. Peregrine found it.

There were only a pair of severed feet and hands, but the rest of the body parts were missing, and the body parts, the way they were cut... something clicked in the officer's mind.

"Mr. Greg I am entrusting the body parts to you, please give them to the lab for testing, I have to go somewhere." The young officer said moving swiftly towards the police car.

"Oh, okay sir I will meet you in the station then," Greg replied with his hands shaking while holding the freeze box in which the body parts were kept.

The officer sat inside the car and started it without replying, and disappeared from the area in a few minutes, while Greg looked at the box, he narrowed his eyes with wrinkles forming around his nose as his lips parted slightly.

Greg moved cautiously towards the street and waited for a taxi to come, and suddenly a black sedan stopped, from one look you could say the car had been on the road for years and they weren't easy on her, the paint had faded, and a huge dent could be seen on it's rear, although one would think it's shady for a car to suddenly stop without the driver speaking a word but Greg didn't hesitate a second before taking a seat on the back of the car.

The car took a whole minute to start again, every time the engine started and stopped abruptly, it felt like restarting the heart of an old man who'd died 20 times already, slowly the car started to move away from the residential area.

"Brat! You were looming around the crime scene again." Greg said in an irate tone looking at the driver, his face looked young, round eyes intently looking forward, thin lips curled up in a faint smile sliding away the minute scar nearby.

"Why are you mad Greg, at least, I saved your old knees from standing long on this cold day." The man replied with a grin.

"Ugh, Whatever at least I got a free ride to the police station," Greg said with a tired sigh.

"Who said it's free, it's time you start briefing already." The man said, his smile faded, and he had a much more serious look.

Greg smacked him lightly, on the head, the man's tweed cap almost fell but he adjusted it again properly.

"Stop playing detective and join the academy already, with your skills you could easily be selected," Greg said with exasperation.

"I like working this way, I don't want to be the dog of the corrupt government." The man said.

"At this point, the whole world is corrupted Grimm, the idea of true justice has long faded, still the world clings to the notion of black and white." Greg said, "Since justice doesn't matter why not join the side which is considered 'white', instead of that grey world of yours."

"No thanks," Grimm said with an assuring smile.

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"Forget it, stop by there, the police station is nearby already."

"I can drive you to the police station" Grimm offered.

"No thanks," Greg said with a smug face.

Grimm clicked his tongue and abruptly stopped the car, which led Greg to fall forward but he was able to grab the seat before he fell and smashed his head, although the box that was resting on his side fell and the body parts were enclosed in a sterile bag inside the box came out.

Grimm quickly turned his head, grabbed one of the feet, and observed it. Through the transparent sterile bag, he examined the gruesomely severed foot of the victim, cut just above the ankle. It was so pale that there was no evidence that there had been any blood inside it. Peculiarly, the only injury was the severed cut, otherwise, it was unscathed.

While Grimm observed the foot, Greg was so furious at him that his fear and disgust of the gruesomely slashed body parts were gone, he quickly grabbed all the parts that had fallen and snatched the feet from Grimm's hand.

"If you do this again," Greg looked at him his face red, and mouth ready to scream profanities but Grimm stopped him.

"I am sorry, this won't happen again, you know I am always curious about these cases and don't worry as always I won't be participating actively," he paused. "Unless someone hires me to look into this case personally of course."

"We police do our job properly, and it's not like you found something just from the part of a dead body."

"I did though," Grim said with a confident smile.

"So what," Greg shrugged. "Our senior officer also found something and went to investigate," Greg said and looked away trying to hide his curiosity about what both these talented people had found which Greg couldn't till now.

"I guess from the cuts he had deduced that it was probably the work of a professional, if you look closely, an average Joe can't know where to cut for the most efficiency. The cuts are clean and carefully done, without harming the flesh, and one more thing it's a man's foot."

"Huh, how did you know?" Greg asked raising his brow.

"Well, it's hairy, larger and broader than an average woman's feet, and the toenails... you know this guy needed a pedicure." Grimm explained.

"Don't joke like that, and it's not like you got something new, how much a part of a dead man can tell anyway, well even with the whole body. Dead men can't tell tales." Greg said.

"You are wrong Greg." Grimm said his face gleaming, "Dead men tell the best tales."

Greg gave him a stare as if he was looking at an unevolved chimpanzee, he sighed and got outside of the car, "We can do our job well, you can go find Mr. Branden's lost cat for us."

"Don't underestimate me, I am sure I will be a part of this in some days," Grimm said and pressed the accelerator and drove away, while Greg walked the rest of the distance to the police station.

It was noon already, after a long drive to his place in Sector 23, Grimm finally stopped and stepped out, his cream-colored overcoat swayed by the cold breeze, he was in front of a rundown building, it was only three-storeyed, on the ground floor a saloon shop, while on the first floor was a dental clinic, and finally at the top was a shabby place, with a tilted hoarding titled 'Grimm Detective Services', unlike the lavish Sector 57, Sector 23 was where the people of low social standing mostly lived.

He walked through the iron stairs which were rusting, why anyone hasn't ordered to repaint them already, he thought as he climbed his way towards the office, if it looked any shabby from the outside, the inside of it would be considered a crime against cleanliness.

The files were scattered here and there, it wasn't a big room, there was a couch facing a single seater couch in front of it on the right, and on the left was a huge cupboard filled with files of every color, at the very end of one corner in front of the window, was a very old sheesham wood desk with an office chair, and nearby was a whiteboard with different photos crucified by the pins and connected with red threads.

He moved slowly to not step on any files, I think it's time to clean up this place, he let out a sigh and paved his way towards the office chair sat on it, and from the second drawer of the desk, he pulled out a blue file and opened it.

He studied the materials, which were clippings of newspaper with headlines ' 45 days passed since the disappearance of local salesman Bueford' It wasn't the only, as he turned the pages many clippings of 'missing people' or the 'remains of missing people found' were there.

He studied them carefully and after 40 minutes he put them aside picked a clipboard with fresh file pages and started to write something on the first page.

After filling 10 pages he opened the third drawer at the bottom of the desk and picked an empty file to attach the papers he had written on.

"Let's wait for now, I am sure it wouldn't take much. In the meantime." Grimm got up from his chair and went out, "Let's find the cat." He muttered.

A few weeks passed by, and almost a month had passed, Grimm was sitting in his office, clicking his pen again and again, the click sound was echoing throughout the room until he heard another, the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"Come in," he said loudly.

The door opened and entered a beautiful woman who looked almost in her early 20s, in Lousine it was rare to have a bright day during winter but that particular day the sun was shining the brightest as if the sun itself was so enticed by her beauty that it would come out for her even in the harshest winters.

She gracefully walked in the mess of a place, her eyes were blue like the Atlantic and her pale skin was as white as snow, she would have stood out in the shabby building if it wasn't for her rather unclean clothes and her constant shivering and refusal to make eye contact with the detective.

Grimm immediately got up guided her to the couch, and sat opposite her, the girl was barely holding herself, Grimm looked at her, first thing he noticed was the redness of her eyes, she had been crying for some days now, and her clothes seemed unwashed but still maintained a fragrance of lavender.

Grimm offered her a glass of water to which she politely declined, and after a bit of repressed sobs, she finally spoke.

"My-my father he's-" She took a long breath and started again.

"My father's been arrested by the police two days ago." She managed to say.

"And judging from your reaction, you think it's a false arrest," Grim said.

"Ye-yes, he's done nothing wrong, they said that he was the prime suspect in a murder."

Grim rested his chin on his right hand, and said "Your father, is he a butcher?"

The girl looked at him, "how do you know?" She said her eyes wide open.

"Just a hunch." Grimm shrugged.

"Please, help me, I know my father is innocent he could never." The girl pleaded.

"Don't worry, you have come to the right place," Grimm said. "Let's go then."

"Where?" The girl asked.

Grimm got up and fixed his tweed cap, the assuring smile with the nearby scar on his face, he said "To the police station."