It was my brother at the door, with a sergeant from his office. On a Sunday? I really did strike me as unusual, but i suppose it wasn't out of the ordinary. He must have some information on the murder.
"How you holding up kid?", he inquired.
"I'm fine. Can I get you something? A drink perhaps"
"You definitely shouldn't be taking anymore."
"And you sergeant?" I asked, ignoring my brother's condescending remark.
"Water", he grumbled. Not a joyful man, this copper.
"So what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you Alice, I'm here regarding yesterday's crime scene, the Sergeant has some photographs you might want to look at."
"But I already saw the dead guy's face enough" I gave the Sergeant the glass and exchanged it for the yellow folder.
"Well you haven't seen him alive, now have you, Katie?"
"I gotta ask, what's with the girl's names?"
"It suits you", my brother retorted. And I could have sworn I saw the Sergeant smile for the first time. Or maybe he it was a smirk.
I take a look a the pictures, a few surveillance, and a mug-shot too boot. Obviously a man with a checkered past.
"What's his name?"
"Well surprisingly, we don't have his real name, even the address isn't real. Only a street name, Billy."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, I'm sure this isn't the first instance of police incompetence. I'm I right sarge?" One quick glance was enough to know that I had received the intended reaction.
"So, a drug related hit?"
"Maybe so, we don't know yet. But I'am showing you these pictures, because apparently he also used to provide someone in your Newspaper with information. A scribe's Confidential Informant, would you believe that!!"
"Pfft!!", the Sergeant chimed in.
"So what's wrong with that?," I added.
"Well, a CI should always work for a cop. We keep 'em alive, unlike your colleagues. But more seriously, it is possible that this is a underworld hit, for you know, talking out of turn."
"Well, then it's a normal Sherlock whodunit!" I stated.
"Maybe, or maybe it may be something else, but what I need from you, is to find out who he was feeding information too." Turning to the sergeant he said, "Could you wait for me outside? I need a minute here"
Putting the glass on the table firmly, the Sergeant walked out briskly.
"What's his problem?"
"I doubt I'll ever have that much time to explain." With a more serious expression on his face, he looked dead at me, "How you holding up Kid?"
"Why do you keep asking me that?"
"I'm concerned, ever since she left you, you haven't seemed the same."
"Well it's rather difficult to stay stoic when your girlfriend of 3 years just leaves without even a goodbye."
"Have you heard from her yet? What did her parents say?"
"No, I haven't heard from her and neither have her parents. Can't believe she didn't even say anything to them."
"When you get the chance you better apologise for what you did okay?"
"Yeah, I will," I said, just wishing he would shut up.
"All right I have to get back to the station, the media is such a bitch. No offence." He smirked.
"Oh yes, very funny!! I'll see you later." I shut the door, and went back to the pictures.
How could he have worked for someone at the office, and I not have seen him?
"How you holding up kid?", he inquired.
"I'm fine. Can I get you something? A drink perhaps"
"You definitely shouldn't be taking anymore."
"And you sergeant?" I asked, ignoring my brother's condescending remark.
"Water", he grumbled. Not a joyful man, this copper.
"So what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you Alice, I'm here regarding yesterday's crime scene, the Sergeant has some photographs you might want to look at."
"But I already saw the dead guy's face enough" I gave the Sergeant the glass and exchanged it for the yellow folder.
"Well you haven't seen him alive, now have you, Katie?"
"I gotta ask, what's with the girl's names?"
"It suits you", my brother retorted. And I could have sworn I saw the Sergeant smile for the first time. Or maybe he it was a smirk.
I take a look a the pictures, a few surveillance, and a mug-shot too boot. Obviously a man with a checkered past.
"What's his name?"
"Well surprisingly, we don't have his real name, even the address isn't real. Only a street name, Billy."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, I'm sure this isn't the first instance of police incompetence. I'm I right sarge?" One quick glance was enough to know that I had received the intended reaction.
"So, a drug related hit?"
"Maybe so, we don't know yet. But I'am showing you these pictures, because apparently he also used to provide someone in your Newspaper with information. A scribe's Confidential Informant, would you believe that!!"
"Pfft!!", the Sergeant chimed in.
"So what's wrong with that?," I added.
"Well, a CI should always work for a cop. We keep 'em alive, unlike your colleagues. But more seriously, it is possible that this is a underworld hit, for you know, talking out of turn."
"Well, then it's a normal Sherlock whodunit!" I stated.
"Maybe, or maybe it may be something else, but what I need from you, is to find out who he was feeding information too." Turning to the sergeant he said, "Could you wait for me outside? I need a minute here"
Putting the glass on the table firmly, the Sergeant walked out briskly.
"What's his problem?"
"I doubt I'll ever have that much time to explain." With a more serious expression on his face, he looked dead at me, "How you holding up Kid?"
"Why do you keep asking me that?"
"I'm concerned, ever since she left you, you haven't seemed the same."
"Well it's rather difficult to stay stoic when your girlfriend of 3 years just leaves without even a goodbye."
"Have you heard from her yet? What did her parents say?"
"No, I haven't heard from her and neither have her parents. Can't believe she didn't even say anything to them."
"When you get the chance you better apologise for what you did okay?"
"Yeah, I will," I said, just wishing he would shut up.
"All right I have to get back to the station, the media is such a bitch. No offence." He smirked.
"Oh yes, very funny!! I'll see you later." I shut the door, and went back to the pictures.
How could he have worked for someone at the office, and I not have seen him?
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