All days were almost the same. Nothing new was happening and even Charlotte, after a couple of weeks of fear, started to feel better.
That night all the agents decided to go out for dinner and she was happy to be part of the group.
They stayed together almost 4 hours, laughing and talking and having a great time; it was something so different compared to her last year in Newcastle, where almost everyone hated her.
She sighed...that night was so amazing, and she didn't want to think about the past; she was having so much fun with all her friends and colleagues.
The happiest one was surely Mark. He seemed so relaxed and amused and everyone was listening to him in complete silence; people liked him so much because he was funny and also because he was able to speak with such a passion, such a determination that it was easy to be completely captivated by his voice.
Almost all cops of the city would have wanted to be at that dinner, but lots of them were still working at the police station that night.
For this reason, Charlotte and the other agents looked worried when Mark received a phone call from the "office".
He stopped talking, and left the rest of the company for some minutes, arguing with someone on the other side of the phone.
- What's the matter? – said Lydia to her friends.
Charlotte didn't want to show too much interest and preferred not to answer.
- Maybe something about some writings that appeared at the bus station – said Rick, the youngest cop among them - They called us this afternoon. A couple of old ladies were terrified!– he laughed – I thought it wasn't that important, you know, I thought we could wait tomorrow to talk about it to the boss, but apparently... –
- Why? – Charlotte interrupted him – what writings? –
That information was awful; the other agents didn't know about the writings on the abandoned building but Mark did...Mark did...
- Come on! – she said again in order to make Rick understand that that was something serious. He should stop laughing and start explaining the entire story.
- Nothing special. Like always there were insults, bad words... -
- So why were the old ladies scared? – she asked – There must have been something unusual about those writings... -
All her friends looked at her in a weird way; it was like she was officially interrogating her younger colleague.
Rick seemed almost breathless for a few seconds, but then spoke – Because...there were also other words like "murderer", "killer" and the outline of a gun. –
- Nothing more? –
- No, what more should have been there? – Rick asked.
Charlotte suddenly seemed very tired...and sorry.
- Nothing, nothing – she said again, trying to be more relaxed.
At that very moment Mark came back, he didn't look happy, but not even angry.
- It's about those writings...at the bus station – he said rapidly, for a second staring at Charlotte.
- The guilty is just a boy, a little hooligan, he just wanted to write something stupid in our town. –
She heaved a sigh of relief.
They started to talk about something else and Charlotte hoped that her nightmares were over... until the end on the night, when it was time to go back home.
Since almost all of them lived near the city center, they decided to walk together for a while, until almost everyone left and Mark and Charlotte remained alone.
She was so nervous...because she knew that it was not a coincidence.
- I must talk to you – said Mark immediately.
For a second, she literally wanted to run away but, in the end, she accepted to hear what he was going to say.
- Speak, then – she smiled, trying to look comfortable, while actually she was screaming inside.
- The writings at the bus station...they were made by a boy. But not the outline of the gun. –
- What? –
- The boy confessed everything, apart from that – he said again, with a sad look in his eyes.
- Charlotte... - he sighed – if you have any problems, any, you know you could be sincere with me, right? –
- Right, of course, absolutely – she replied as soon as possible.
- But... -
- But nothing – she said again, but that answer was not enough for him.
YOU ARE READING
Love is Dangerous
Action"Love is Dangerous" is a short story written by S. S., a girl from Northern Italy. It tells the story of Charlotte Cornell, a policewoman who works in Bath, in the South of England. Her life there is almost perfect; she has many friends and is ver...
