Spiritual Investigation

Chapter 2: The Stakeout

The sound of a low ringing alarm wakes me up a around 10:15am every morning, signaling I have exactly an hour and a half to get to work. Like every morning I find myself laying flat on the floor with a bad hangover from drinking whisky every thirty minutes in the middle of the night. I use the edge of my chair to pull myself to my feet and shut my alarm off. While I'm at it, I check the time to see how long it took me to get up...10:25am...took me five extra minutes this time...I need to cut back on the whisky. After I wobble my way to the bathroom I look in the mirror to see a man in his late 30s, messy dark hair that reaches to his lower neck in strands. He has a scruffy beard that's only trimmed down possibly once every three weeks. Facial features, this man has a butt chin, a scar on his right cheek, squared off head, and the color of his eyes...a very deep dark brown, almost like the color of black. Yeah this man is me, Detective Hank Carter, Triark City's best detective and number one asshole in the force. But overall in looks...damn I look good! I take a quick shower which takes me ten minutes, brush my teeth, mess my hair a bit, and put my clothes on. The time is now 10:45am and I'm making good time...I'll be at the department by 11:20...perfect. Right as I'm getting ready to leave out, my phone rings...who the hell is calling me at this time? I walk over to the wall and answer it.

"Detective Carter speakin."

"Heeeey~ It's Cassy!"

"What!? The hell! How the hell did you get my number!?"

"The captain gave it to me, duh. Could you come pick me up?"

"Hell no, take the bus or why not call your parents to get you a chauffeur?"

"I would but I rather keep my rich life personal. So you can either come and get me or I call the captain and tell him your abandoning your new partner~"

"Why you little bitch!...Fine! I'll be there in fifteen minutes! You better be ready!"

I slam the phone on the wall hanging up. I can't believe I have to get this girl, I was going to stop at the liquor store! I pick up my car key's and slam the front door shut before getting in my challenger. Pushing on the gas pedal fully makes my tires spin wildly as smoke rises from them before it finally backs out of the drive way. The I put her in drive, doing the same thing again, tires spinning before speeding off down the street. I won't be surprised if this girl makes me shoot myself in the head someday! I arrive at her house five minutes early honking my horn before she finally comes rushing out and hopping into the passenger seat. Once her seat belt is buckled in I speed off towards the main road.

"Thanks for picking me up sir~"

"Why don't you have your own car! You interrupted my morning routine!"

"And what exactly is your morning routine detective?"

"Well....it's...it's stopping by the liquor store..."

"The liquor store? Really? Why can't you be like normal people or officers and get some morning coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee."

She rolls her eyes at me before changing her focus to the radio and turning it on. A popular hip hop song begins playing before I turn it off.

"What do you think your doing?"

"Listening to music?", she turns the radio on again before I turn right back off again.

"Don't touch my radio."

She pauses for a moment and turns it on again to where I respond to her action by turning it off again. She again, turns it on, and again, I turn it off. I on and off of the radio goes on for about twenty seconds before I grab her hand as she reached for it again.