The Crime - Chapter Three

 Chapter Three:

I decided to slink into the dim lighted kitchen and make myself a very strong cup of coffee. No matter how many shots I put in it, it never wakes me up to realization. It's too fake. My favorite arm chair would always be their, waiting for my company early in the morning. Most people would be interested in the current affairs of our society. Me, myself. I live it every day, and get paid weakly to do it too. The coffee was hot to my lips, but much more refreshing than a cold class of milk on a hot summers evening.

Looking at my home phone, sent shivers down my spine. Nothing was ever good from that phone. It helps if you have any family, but I'm just an orphan of an alcoholic 18 year old teenage girl who was raped in the back of a party. She died two years later in an OD of mixed narcotic drugs. Only my mum. Never had the guts to find my father. I've probably already put him away and haven't even noticed. It wouldn't bring any comfort to me. Nor to him. But as if I could give a shit what a rapist thought; that he had a kid, a kid who grew up into a pig. Puts a smile on my face. My deep thoughts of family life was disturbed by the ring, it echoed down my empty hallways. Everyday is a fifty fifty chance, die or cry. I'd rather die than cry once more. Suck it up now, and reach for the phone.

It's the Cap, and boy is he pissed. Even though he hasn't even said a word, you can always tell someone's expressions and reactions once you've worked with them long enough. I've work with Captain Gracin for over 6 years, and he still surprises me more than ever. Every one at the office is scarred of his temperamental tantrums. You kind of get used to it in the catholic orphanarium. Rebel kids were born and raised there. Smoking pot in the sisters room. Guys constantly jacking off over dirty mags. Nothing was a surprise to me anymore.

"...We got another one Misty. Better get over here right away. Co-ordinates have been sent to computer. Did I wake you?".

He was always worried about me. No matter how many times I say I'm fine, it never convinces him. I suppose it doesn't convince myself either.

"Nah. You should know me better than that Cap."

I could hear an easy exhale on the other end, and decided that would be a good way to end the conversation and start getting ready. I thought I heard him say something else, but I had already put the receiver down. I hoped it wasn't anything to important. It was time for work, yet again.