Mini Balls & Baby's Shoes - Part 2
Cindy loved the festival time. She love decorating the Christmas tree. I used to enjoy it too. I guess i only did because she did. Since she's gone, Christmas had no meaning whatsoever anymore.
The street was filled with people, with the santa's hat and other party packs. It's Christmas eve today. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Not me. I'm still thinking about the wordings on the mirror.
There were some kids caroling at the side of the curb.
'Tis the season to be jolly, falalalala lala la la.....'
There were some generous people handling out candy canes too. Then i heard a familiar voice calling me.
"Lance, thank God i've found you!"
It was Sarah's. Panting after running around looking for me i guess. I looked at her blankly and took a sip of my whisky.
It's been a month since that case. No new evidence, no suspects, no eye-witnesses, no nothing. There was nothing much we could do. There's just no lead to the case.
"Look, i know you're still cracking your head over the case, but it's been a month and you've been working around the clock. You need a rest."
She's right. i've been working day and night trying to find answers to all the questions. My name was in the crime scene. Although there's a few hundreds Lance in town but i had a feeling it's me.
"....and you're suppose to have dinner with me remember?"
Sarah's voice slap me back into reality. I promised her the other day about this. That Sarah would prepare dinner and i would be going over to her place. Sarah is my partner, my friend, the only person around i can trust and spend time now. There's no one. Not anymore. Not after Cindy's gone.
I gave Sarah a faint smile. She know i forgot. There was no point trying to explain. I know she'll forgive me anyway. I walk towards her, and grab her arm gently to place it to mine and led her back to her apartment.
I didn't look at her face but i know she smiled. Sarah is all i have now.
Sarah joined the force a year ago. She was assigned to me as my partner. If it's not because of her covering my ass since, i would've been kicked off the team on disciplinary reason. I've been drinking on duty and everyone knows about it. It's lucky i didn't screw up yet.
Sarah is the most enthusiastic young policewoman i've ever worked with. Not to say i've worked with many but it's my honor to have her as a partner. She's brave, she's hardworking, she has integrity. And a drunkard like me just provided her with answers and details on cases.
I have this ability to recognize evidence once i walked into a crime scene. i can analyze and realized what actually happened. It started off after i turn alcoholic. There was once i walked into a crime scene, i look at random items in the crime scene, and i started having vision of what might have happened. From there i would look for the evidence, and finally solve the case. Not everytime this can happen though. At least not this time.
"So would you like to have wine with your turkey or your usual whisky instead?"
And Sarah is a tremendous cook. Her cooking never failed. She's been feeding me a lot since i've only feed on fast chow-mee and pizza to survive when she's not around. My life now wouldn't be a life without Sarah. It wouldn't be like this if that didn't happen.
"Lance, loosen up. It's Christmas eve. You're suppose to relax over the holiday."
If i could, i would. "Hello Lance. Love Cindy".
Is it a prank? It's a sick idea of being funny, because it's not. I can't link any of the evidence in the crime scene with each other. They are just too random, as though irrelevant to the case. And yet all the evidence point to the death of Tim.
I call him by his name again. I used to refer to him as the son of a bitch who cheated on me with my wife. That son of a bitch. But i've been calling him by his name numerous times now. Am i sympathizing him? Have i forgave him? Is it my conscience talking?
Sarah's cellphone rang. She looked troubled after answering the call. This could only mean bad news.
"There's another murder. Same style as the previous case."
I was waiting for Sarah to tell me more. I was hoping she would tell me they found the same wordings on the mirror. I was hoping not. I don't know what i want to hear anymore.
"I think we should go together. You should have a look."
And i knew what to expect after that.
**To be continued**
The street was filled with people, with the santa's hat and other party packs. It's Christmas eve today. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Not me. I'm still thinking about the wordings on the mirror.
There were some kids caroling at the side of the curb.
'Tis the season to be jolly, falalalala lala la la.....'
There were some generous people handling out candy canes too. Then i heard a familiar voice calling me.
"Lance, thank God i've found you!"
It was Sarah's. Panting after running around looking for me i guess. I looked at her blankly and took a sip of my whisky.
It's been a month since that case. No new evidence, no suspects, no eye-witnesses, no nothing. There was nothing much we could do. There's just no lead to the case.
"Look, i know you're still cracking your head over the case, but it's been a month and you've been working around the clock. You need a rest."
She's right. i've been working day and night trying to find answers to all the questions. My name was in the crime scene. Although there's a few hundreds Lance in town but i had a feeling it's me.
"....and you're suppose to have dinner with me remember?"
Sarah's voice slap me back into reality. I promised her the other day about this. That Sarah would prepare dinner and i would be going over to her place. Sarah is my partner, my friend, the only person around i can trust and spend time now. There's no one. Not anymore. Not after Cindy's gone.
I gave Sarah a faint smile. She know i forgot. There was no point trying to explain. I know she'll forgive me anyway. I walk towards her, and grab her arm gently to place it to mine and led her back to her apartment.
I didn't look at her face but i know she smiled. Sarah is all i have now.
Sarah joined the force a year ago. She was assigned to me as my partner. If it's not because of her covering my ass since, i would've been kicked off the team on disciplinary reason. I've been drinking on duty and everyone knows about it. It's lucky i didn't screw up yet.
Sarah is the most enthusiastic young policewoman i've ever worked with. Not to say i've worked with many but it's my honor to have her as a partner. She's brave, she's hardworking, she has integrity. And a drunkard like me just provided her with answers and details on cases.
I have this ability to recognize evidence once i walked into a crime scene. i can analyze and realized what actually happened. It started off after i turn alcoholic. There was once i walked into a crime scene, i look at random items in the crime scene, and i started having vision of what might have happened. From there i would look for the evidence, and finally solve the case. Not everytime this can happen though. At least not this time.
"So would you like to have wine with your turkey or your usual whisky instead?"
And Sarah is a tremendous cook. Her cooking never failed. She's been feeding me a lot since i've only feed on fast chow-mee and pizza to survive when she's not around. My life now wouldn't be a life without Sarah. It wouldn't be like this if that didn't happen.
"Lance, loosen up. It's Christmas eve. You're suppose to relax over the holiday."
If i could, i would. "Hello Lance. Love Cindy".
Is it a prank? It's a sick idea of being funny, because it's not. I can't link any of the evidence in the crime scene with each other. They are just too random, as though irrelevant to the case. And yet all the evidence point to the death of Tim.
I call him by his name again. I used to refer to him as the son of a bitch who cheated on me with my wife. That son of a bitch. But i've been calling him by his name numerous times now. Am i sympathizing him? Have i forgave him? Is it my conscience talking?
Sarah's cellphone rang. She looked troubled after answering the call. This could only mean bad news.
"There's another murder. Same style as the previous case."
I was waiting for Sarah to tell me more. I was hoping she would tell me they found the same wordings on the mirror. I was hoping not. I don't know what i want to hear anymore.
"I think we should go together. You should have a look."
And i knew what to expect after that.
**To be continued**
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