Antique & Classic Cars 2.0

What do you think of my book so far?

JC eases up in to a park entrance. In the ditch next to the park entrance yellow crime scene tape surround a body. He takes a deep breath, reminding himself why he does this; to make the world a little better for others and himself and saving the world from more murders.
JC was a slim and tall figure. He was 21 and just got out of college. He had light blue eyes and thick brown hair. Every girl at his office dreamed of going out with him, all but one girl. He was dressed like he always did when working; black jacket, white button-up shirt, black pants, black socks, and black shoes. The only thing that he was wearing not black or white was purple and red tie.
As JC gets out, Marcos Dually, JC’s partner catches him up to detail. “A Jane Doe, no ID, about 26 years old, and one shot to the back of the head.”
“Did you find her vehicle or the killers?” JC asks.
“Nope, but parts of tire tacks. The guy is too smart, he got out of his van and took a branch and wiped the tire marks away.” Marcos said.
“He is very smart.”
“Yes, lucky for his there are not many any rare plants in this park.” Marcos replied.
As Marcos led JC to the body JC said, “O.K.”
Irad was already examining the body. “From the looks of it, the gun was a .45 pistol.”
JC standing over the body asked, “Anything big yet?”
“I found this note pined to her chest.” Irad told him.
As Irad held the note out to JC and Jenny, the crime scene photographer, started taking pictures. After putting rubber gloves on, JC took the paper from Irad and read it silently.
After a minute Marcos said to JC, “Read it aloud!”

You are running out of time and I have an eye out for something. Want to find me ask Lizzie Zillion about Alisa.
Kil Kill
Time

Lizzie was in the living room of her house playing tea party with a 5 year old that she and Clair were watching. It was Sunday so Lizzie did not have work, Faith did not have school, and her babysitter, Clair, sometimes lived with Lizzie.
Lizzie went into the kitchen to get some more tea when the phone rang. Faith ran into the kitchen. “Lizzie! The phone says it is your work!” Faith said with her head tipped to the side.
Seeing her that way had Lizzie laughing as she answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Did I interrupt something?”
Cutting her laugh short she said, “No, who is this?” Knowing it is not her boss.
“Oh, I am so sorry. I am JC.”
“JC, who?”
“Detective Justin Covio.”
“It is Sunday, way are you calling me” Lizzie asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Faith pouring tea into her tea cup. “Faith, that is hot! I will do that.”
“Who is Faith?”
Lizzie was pouring tea and spilt some of it. “What, did you talk to my boss? I don’t even know you! Who the hell are you and what do you want?”
Faith watch as Lizzie cleaned up her spill. “Let Me do that, I did not spill.”
Laughing again and forgetting JC she yelled, “Clair!”
As Clair came and got Faith and the tea, JC asked, “Who is Faith and Clair?”
Having forgotten about JC, Lizzie jumped. Grabbing the edge of the counter she shouted “You have one minute to tell me why you have called me! Start!”
JC explained, “We found a body and a note. On the note it said to ask you a question.”
“So shot.” Lizzie said.
“No, we need you to come in.”
“Fine, I will be there in ten minutes.” Hanging up the phone, she got her coat and keys. “Clair, I need to go to the office for a few minutes.”
Faith came running in, “But Lizzie we are playing tea party!”
She got down to Faith’s eye level, quickly thinking, “I will stop at the antique shop and get a new tea set.”
Faith’s eyes got big, “You will!”
“Yep, back in an hour.” Lizzie got up and went into her garage and climbed into her car. Started it and backed out into the road.

JC paced outside of the office. When Lizzie came he was going to be the first to meet her and apologize for asking so many questions, she sounded really mad. Hopefully she wouldn’t tell they’re boss.
Then a silver car stopped and. A tall, skim, dirty blonde slip out her car and shut the door. She had on a sundress, it was a spaghetti strapped, it was three colors, at the top it was yellow, at the hips it faded to white, then it darkened to brown, to finish it of was a brown fabric belt. It was stunning or ratter she was stunning. JC’s eyes moved down the all of her curves, he walked over to her, “Hey cutie, can I have your number?”
She grinned flipped her hair back and said, “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.” As he did she pulled out pepper spay and her card, she put the card in his hand and said, “O.K. Open your eyes.”
Dragging a man she just sprayed with pepper spray behind her, Lizzie walk to her buss. “Is this way I had to come to work on a Sunday?”
Dan, Lizzie’s buss, looked to Lizzie then to JC. “You said hey cutie didn’t you?”
“You never said what she looks like!”
Lizzie’s eyes filled with anger “I have pepper spray, so someone better tell me why I am here.”
Dan said, “Follow me.” Lizzie,

It seems like a really good plot, just need to edit and maybe turn a few words into contractions. I noticed a lot of that, and it quickly got annoying. I want to read more!