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June 12, 2008 2 PM forward 'And you don't find it odd?' The Captain looks at me and I can tell he's trying to be sincere, trying not to be condescending, but it's getting on in the afternoon, and the people here, well, some of them are difficult to work with. So, the attempt at being nice is appreciated, but I get the hint. 'Of course I find it odd. I find it outright fucking bizarre.' What am I supposed to say? The whole damn case is outright fucking bizarre never mind the fact I can't identify the guy, my guy, the one and only guy that's attached to this case. 'I'm just sayin, it's been a month and you...' 'I've only been tailing him a couple weeks. I stopped and asked him directions last week, he wouldn't touch anything that would leave a good print. It's like he knew or something.' 'You think maybe he does?' I snort. 'You mean about me?' Why would my guy know or even think anything? 'Yeah, know about you, you ain't the most fucking blendy kind of person.' Blendy? Is that even a word? 'He hasn't picked me up. I think he would have confronted me or something.' 'Oh, so you know this fucking guy now? You can't get a fucking fingerprint but you know his personality?' 'No, it's his type,' I say sarcastically. I know the guy. I know something about him. I know definitely that there's something about him, something I can't quite figure out, but I will. I will if it kills my guy. 'Ah, your college teach you that? Your fancy fucking degree telling you this fucking guy would confront you if he figured you out?' 'No, it's not my fancy degree,' I roll my eyes. The Captain loves to get the cheap shots in about my schooling. 'Then what it is, huh? What's this guy about?' I stare at the Captain thoughtfully for a moment. He has more street wisdom locked up in that crotchety old brain of his that no school in the world could teach. Except him... 'He's...different. The way he carries himself. It's like, on one hand he knows he's being followed and watched. And on the other hand...he accepts it. Like he knows but he's cool with it. There's this...thing...' 'What thing,' the Captain leans forward in his chair. 'This air about him or something. He's different. He's not...' 'What?' I look at the Captain. 'Alive.' The Captain looks at me for a moment and leans back in his chair. He nods at me finally, 'you've been hanging out down at the morgue too much talking like that. Get your ass back to the fucking crime scene and find something you overlooked.' 'I beat you to your own advice...I just got back from there.' And I had, I just stood around there for the last hour trying to figure out how everything went down, trying to figure out the who and the why and the what. Nothing. It all looked the same as the first night I was there, except of course it was clean. Real clean compared to that night. The Captain nodded. 'Anything?' I shook my head, 'not a fucking thing. Totally clean.' 'Ok,' the Captain said. 'Then you need to take a few hours off from it. You need to get...distracted...shall we say. Go to a movie, bar, whatever, get your mind off this case for a few hours.' 'Right.' Maybe that's exactly what I needed some time off from this case. 'No right, just do it,' he said dismissing me by beginning to write on some random paper on his desk. I get up slowly wondering what I'm going to do to get my mind off the case. And just as I close the door I see her. Maybe she'd like to have dinner with me? 'Susan,' I call to her getting her attention, and she smiles at me. Yeah, definitely dinner and then maybe some...other...kind of distractions... Return |
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