Detective

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 **** 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.