It was 10 years ago, I was a homicide detective investigating 3 woman who had been murdered so far. I sat at my desk looking at my partner. She looked at me and smiled her gaze warm. We had not told anyone on the force that we were together it would just make things weird. Though now I wonder. The case is unimportant a means to an end. My mind races back as I stand on the corner of the street.
I pull out a cigarette as I move uptown toward the old decrepit building which houses my office, a private investigation service. My office has seen better day and as usual I have no messages for work. I remove my long coat and relax. As I fall asleep in the chair I dream about The girl with strawberry hair. |