Officer Dusty Salad had been given strict orders to bring Detective Sarah Wilson directly home after the Burnside Country Club investigation wrapped up. No stops, no detours, just straight to 126 Maple Road. The address of Detective Ethan Frost and his wife Susan. Only, Officer Salad was not following the orders he was given. He was not on his way to 126 Maple Road. No instead, instead, he was driving his police cruiser in the opposite direction. And, in two short minutes, with the key party to those orders in the backseat, would be pulling up to Lochlan’s Pub. A bar located a few short blocks from the precinct that catered mostly to cops. It was the perfect place to blow off a little law enforcement steam and a place Sarah was a regular.
rainy nights devils dance their guise of secrets under piss-yellow street lights in the alleys cast shade when monsters come out to play who can barely see a thing as Hyde shows every line blurred people touching music lulling sensual acts dirty corners whisper in commentary jealous they didn’t swallow first illicits hold all those to deeds of passion and lust no one cares about anything and only want more the creatures dance and hypnotize until the sharp sun rises then they flee changing it back once again
Ethan’s driver-side door crunched and creaked as it slammed shut. He was home. Another long day of chasing a killer without so much as a single clue of who it might be. Zero answers, just more questions. Questions, that for now had to wait. The only thing on his mind was finally getting to see his beautiful wife, Susan. Take one look at her and no matter how bad of a day he was having, she’d quickly make all go away. A hot shower and some food wouldn’t go astray either.
Friday, 5:40 p.m. (Ethan and Sarah come up short with their first visit to The Keep. They decide to spend most of the afternoon going over the witness statements from the bar and various other items of interest scattered in a brown file on a lunchroom table)
Awfully quiet, how’s your Chinese food?
What? Oh, ah…it’s good, it’s good.
Is that right? Well, you wouldn’t say that by what’s left there on your plate. Sarah, you’ve haven’t eaten a thing. You’re not still mad at me, are you?
Frost, I didn’t sleep very well last night. Do you know why that is?
Why is that chief? Go ahead and enlighten me.
It’s because of our latest homicide case. It’s gone and made my damn ulcer act up again. It bloody well kept me up most of the night. Frost, this guy’s sending a clear message here, but who the hell is it for?
Should I even order coffee? I hate coffee. This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot. I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people. Great, now the waitress is staring at me? Does she know? OK, now she’s tapping her pen. I’m really not in the mood for her right now. She’s bringing on a headache. All I can think about is the success of last night. Yes, I drank cheap disgusting booze with cheap disgusting strangers. But, I prepared for that. I did go over the line with killing that guy. Had to though, had to get closer. And, I did…