Two Hunters, from different worlds.

Chapter 4

This time I exaggerated, but there is an explanation, it all started with Race, we were at our meeting, a lunch without too much weight, I was telling him more and less and then asked him for information on the alleged killer, obviously he understood where I wanted to go and immediately started demanding things, such as romantic dates.

I, on the other hand, was so busy with work and thinking I could maybe say come meet him well I thought why not go out with him, Race is the classic fit guy, sure of himself, with a nice smile and beautiful eyes, so I told him why not go out tonight to have a drink, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

In the meantime I was retracing the events of last night I was also battling my severe morning sickness and hangover pains, what a drag.

Meanwhile, the day after lunch was very quiet and a little cautious, but nothing that could bring me stress until my boss himself started to test me again, as he usually does, he began to tell me that it was not the place to a woman, that I should have done something quieter, etc etc, how boring it was, so I talked to him about what I had discovered, that is the name of the man who was put in bars just for fun and who I would go to the same day find him in prison.

He laughed in my face and took the piss out of me, saying that alone no one would let me approach the man in prison, that I would not be able to have any confession from the prisoner, and while my boss kept laughing at me, my patience went to hell and so I screamed at him, I still remember what I said to him.

"Do you think I don't get anything? So tell me 'boss' what have you done in these years but just warm a chair with your flabby butt? Oh, nothing that I remember anything from your previous jobs. So do a favor to yourself and shut up or you risk suffocating! ".

I remember his shocked expression, his face turning red and as I was leaving I saw all my colleagues outside who were surprised too and others were stifling laughter, I can't deny that I was proud of my speech, but now I'm even without a fucking job.

If I think about it I could keep quiet, hear his ridiculous stupid speeches, and with a smile I would have gotten away with it, but no that man exaggerated and I too, but not for this I will stop, I'm sure that with my past as a journalist, I will work out and find another studio where I will be more indispensable.

Once I finished having pains and headaches I got on the sofa and turned on the TV, just to follow some news, but I couldn't keep supposing about last night.

After talking to my now ex-boss, I tried to go to the police and ask the man in prison if I could see him, ask him some questions or ask one of them directly, maybe someone from the police could have much more useful information, but instead, I received only animal looks, some laughed at me and those who avoided me, as usual, I was about to lose my patience, but fortunately there was Race who calmed me and took me out.

He told me it was not a good idea to be there, that it was not the right place for a woman, the same old story again, he also told me that he would be the one to talk to the man in prison himself.

He could maybe ask the questions that I had prepared for the interrogation, well I couldn't help but be happy and I accepted, at least so I would have made progress, but sooner or later I would be able to meet him in person, this man named Roy.

Roy, I had never heard of this name nor have they ever shown it on television, just a face covered with a bag on his head and nothing else, who knows what he would have done to deserve this?

However, once I had confirmation of Race's help, I still tried to keep myself busy looking for something about this man and old acquaintances showed up to me that late afternoon, old college friends, all geese, and children of good families.