Honey Whiskey

A Day In The City

Back at Miss Elliot's house, Jonah stepped back inside before gazing around the living room. Sweat was rolling down his back, his breathing was erratic. He had to run back home after receiving the distressing message. He locked his eyes onto Romy, he was seated on the couch with a worried look on his face.

"-Romy?"

"-They called me...", Romy stood up and approached him, immediately grabbing Jonah's forearms.

"-What?"

"-Well remember I was supposed to meet up with this guy at the party?"

"-Yeah, anything happened to him?", Jonah grazed his finger against his soft cheek, hoping to calm Romy down.

"-They found him dead at the party and they want to talk to me."

"-Oh, I'm sorry."

"-It's fine, I didn't know him. I don't have much that will help them.", Romy let go of Jonah, taking a step back.

He remembered each detail he had heard on the radio, Jonah understood the situation. He shook his head before grabbing the keys to Miss Elliot's car. Walking back outside with Romy, they climbed in the old dusty car and drove straight to the Police Station. Parked near the grey building which was holding a big sign "NOPD", they nervously entered before glancing at the receptionist who was sitting on a chair behind her big desk. She smiled and pointed towards the chair placed left along the hallway. After they took place on the chairs, Romy grasped his hands as he was nervous to be in the Police Station.

"-Are you ok?"

"-No, I'm not."

"-Don't worry, I will be there.", he smiled to defuse the tense situation.

"-They wanted to see you also."

"-Oh...", Jonah was surprised. He didn't even know the -now- dead man.

"-I'm sorry, I didn't tell you before."

"-Don't be. You forgot that's all."

After Romy released his hand, his mind wandered to the reasons why the officers wanted to see him. His friend was rapidly typing on his phone, probably keeping his mind busy since he didn't seem to know anybody or have any family to talk to about the situation. Waiting for quite a while, the two men were quietly sitting before being called upon by a police officer.

"-What is your business here?"

The middle-aged tanned man glanced at them before finally approaching. The police officer had a freshly shaved fade, nicely accompanied by a mustache and soul patch. His dark brown eyes were deeply anchored on the two men.

"-Well, we got a call to meet Officer Hatcher."

"-Good, that's me. Follow me, you first.", he pointed at Romy before taking a few steps towards the end of the hallway.

As he disappeared behind the metallic door next to the staircase, Jonah sighed loudly while waiting for him to come back. Distracting himself by taking a look at his phone screen every five seconds to see if he had any new messages, he looked at the young man sitting near him. Jonah hadn't seen him coming in, he tried to discreetly examine him. His black hair brushed up, his muscles were hidden under his camo hoodie. As the man had turned his attention onto Jonah, he quickly glanced back to his phone. When he was able to look at him again, the man was repeatedly tapping the bottom of his black timberlands onto the waxed ceramic. The metallic door finally slammed closed, Jonah looked and smiled as he saw Romy coming back seemingly alright. He stood up, Romy stopped in front of the other man, who he seemed to know.