Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

VIII

 I am sitting in a bright office and nervously tap my fingers on the top of an oak desk. I look at the policeman, who seems to be losing his patience with me.

- But why can't you accept the report? - I clench my teeth. This police force is a piece of shit.

A blond man, 30 years old as far as I could see, was staring at me. He showed absolutely no emotion, nothing. I feel like I am talking to some bot at the operator.

- I'm telling you for the third time that there is not enough evidence and we don't even know who to look for. - He started typing something into his computer.

I rolled my eyes nervously. How can you be so annoying.

- So what should I do? Wait until something bad happens? Then you will intervene and move from here? - I rose.

The man tried to freeze with his eyes, but not with me.

- Be careful what you say. The fact that you will be nervous will not speed up any procedures.

I got up and hit the desk impetuously. The man must not have expected it, because he jumped up in his seat.

- Listen to me, sir... - I looked at the badge pinned to his uniform. - Mr. Ricardo. - I continued. - I promise that if I or any of my loved ones have a hair fall because of this disregard, I will personally see to it that you are fired immediately. - I was spitting anger a mile away. I glared at the man, leaning against the top of his desk.

- In that case, please sit down and I'll make a report. - He said quietly and wiped the sweat off his temple.

- Thank you, couldn't you have done it right away? We wouldn't have wasted over an hour? - I said looking at the watch on my left wrist.

He did not answer me anymore.

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Why did no one ever tell me before that the paperwork at the police station takes forever. First I had to resort to practically threatening anyone to take me seriously. And then the paperwork, well normally the road through the ordeal.

It was getting close to lunchtime, so I thought we'd meet up with Damiano. I'll tell him about the whole stupid visit to the police and what steps they took in our case. I tried calling him. Once, twice, three times. Unfortunately to no avail. I ignored it, he just can't answer.

I got into my flame red Mini Cooper and drove towards home. I had been eating out constantly for the past few days, and I was dreaming of a home-cooked dinner. On the way, I stopped by a nearby market and bought some fresh vegetables. The weather is not good, so a warming soup is what I need right now.

- I am so tired. - I said to myself while wiping the sweat off my forehead. Carrying a shopping net up to the 4th floor without an elevator should be an Olympic discipline. I should be ordering groceries for home delivery, not struggling with all this now.

I tried to turn the key in the lock, but it turned out to be open. I tensed up because I knew full well that I had locked it with two triggers when I left the apartment. Damiano wasn't there. I still need someone to break in.

With a confident step I went inside. At first sight everything was in its place, nothing unusual. The apartment was in the same condition in which I had left it.

I stepped into the apartment and was dumbfounded. Two pairs of brown eyes were staring at me.

- You're fucking insolent! - That's all I managed to say.