Brady: PI

Chapter four- Part One

June 20th, 1972, New York Police Department,

        It seems like I spend a lot of time getting drilled by Chief. But he means well, I know that. What I also know, is that he could stop riding my ass anytime now. Because once again, I'm in his office.

        "I don't want you working this case." Chief said.

        "Oh, come on! It's a freaking homicide, I deal with those all the time!" I said.

        " I understand that," Cheif replied, "but I told you not to be on the Cabrinano case."

        "Jesus, come on Chief." I shouted.

        "Action's have consquences. Therefore, i'm putting you on two month's leave."

        "What! You can't be SERIOUS!?"

        "How about three?"

        "Chief!" I exclimed.

        "Four!, does four sound good to you?"

        "GOD DAMMIT!" I screamed, "You need me and you know it!"

        "Four. it's settled."

        "GOD! You are so...GAHH!"

        I stormed out of the precinct for the secind time this week. This was bullshit. how could he do that!? To me? Of ALL people? Heh, Great. This week just get's better and better.

        June 20th, 1972, Brooklyn, New York,

        I didn't feel like going home, I had to walk off some steam. It was gloomy outside, and it seemed to follow me . It started raining soon after, so I decided to go to the diner on Church Avenue.

        The rain seemed to soothe me as I ate my Lunch, food is a majority in my life. Anyways, I get that feeling again. Like someone was watching me. I knew I was her. Alice. She was here. No doubt as I looked around the shop she was there, sitting at a table in the corner. I got up and went to the table. She quickly glanced away when she saw me get up.

        As I approached, she pulled her hood down over her face. 

        "We gotta stop meetin' this way, kid."

        "Who are you calling 'kid'?" she asked me, her hood still pulled down.

        "Well, from the looks of it, you could be sixteen, seventeen at the most."

        She looked up and gave me a smirk, her black eyes seemed to shine like oil.

        "You should never judge a book by it's cover."

        "Duely noted." I said, sitting down across form her.

        "Well, you caught me,"she said sarcastically, "now what?"

        "Now," I said, "we're going to talk about the why you were following me, and still are."

        "Hold on," Alice said, "I have a question for you."

        "...okay," I sighed, " what?"

        "Who to do you think did it?" she asked, interested in my answer.

        "Did...what?"

        "You know,"Alice asked,"the homicide case. Who do you think killed her, Grace, I mean.

        I nearly choked. How did she know that? How could she have gotten to confidential information like that.

        "The what?" I asked.

        "The, ho-mi-cide. Who do you think killed Grace.?"

        "How The hell do you know that?" I asked.

        "Oh, I know almost everything that you do," she said. "The cases you work, the people you talk to, even the food you like."

        Damn, there is definetly, more to this girl than I thought.