To Kill A Witch

IV

IV

Sunday, September 20
{108 days}
Palmer Harrison

Palmers head pounded the more he squirmed around in his bed. Wait he wasn't in his bed. He rolled his body back over and came face to face with a smiling woman. Palmer jumped, clearly startled because she was so close. He almost felt bad that he couldn't recall her name to save his life.

"Morning," the woman murmured in a giggling fit.

"Good morning," Palmer whispered back.

He would have to make this conversation prolong at least five minutes before he has to "go get the paper" or "go to the bathroom", some excuse that would seem casual.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up," he whispered again. She giggled once more. Palmer kicked the covers off with his feet and sat up.

"Do you want me to make you breakfast or something?" the woman responded. Palmer didn't sympathize for her; it was possible that he would just laugh at her once he started down the stairs of her apartment.

"Nah, I think I'm just going to go use your bathroom if that's cool." he hopped off her bed and stood up straight. He stretched his arms up.

"Yeah sure, it's um down the hall, second door on the left." Palmer nodded and trudged his way through her hallway until he was in her pink, all pink bathroom. He was already laughing at this girl. Where did he find this kind of prey? The scenery would be perfect if the chick owned a dozen cats.

Palmer closed the door behind him and recuperated himself by leaning over the faucet; he switched the water on and scooped a pool in his palms. He felt much more refreshed and awake once he splashed it onto his muscular face. This was definitely a sign that he had had way too much to drink the night before.

In his line of work, having a hangover on the job, doesn't quite mix. Palmer Harrison is a detective for the Larson City Police Department. He sees himself as the most dedicated to the job. Sure there were others but Palmer was just a little too sure of himself. He was young, at the age of twenty when partying illegally is so much fun. But when you have women constantly hanging on to every breath you take, who needs all the illegal alcohol? To Palmer all the parties were just a bonus place to meet women.

One of the best extras of Palmer’s job as a detective was the undercover busting. He was always the first one to be shipped to a VIP party. He was one lucky man.

Palmer whiped the water from his face and turned to the toilet to use.

When he was done he washed his hands and took a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His light caramel brown hair was mussed in all different directions. The left side of his face was red from laying down on his side for too long. Palmer rubbed his five o'clock shadow that was full of many tiny blonde hairs, which caused his face to itch.

He grabbed the towel from its post and roughly dried his hands. He casually walked back to get his clothes. As he bent down to grab his jeans the woman spoke to him.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I have to get to work," he replied genuinely.

"Oh right, all that lab work," she stretched her body out and Palmer had to turn his head. Whew she way too enticingly sexy, he thought to himself.

"Right," he laughed. The girl had actually bought that he was creating a cure for osteoporosis? Wow, too easy.

"Got to build some strong bones," he pumped his fist in the air. The girl laughed.