The Raven And The Dove

II Phone Call

The tension doesn't let me escape its grasp, even as I throw my coat on the couch and head straight for a nice bath. The feeling looms over me like a dark shadow. I can't tell if it was because of the case or because I ran into another police officer.

This should only scare the average citizen. But why does this affect me so much?

I shake my head and step into my bathtub, the lukewarm water soothing my aching muscles and immediately washing away my troubles. Everything seems to have calmed down, except a bugging feeling relentlessly attacks my head. It was a recurring sensation that I'd seen a similar case before: as if I knew who killed the girl but couldn't quite link the connection.

I return to the couch, dressed in a loose black t-shirt and grey jogging trousers, a soft towel looped over my neck. I tune in to a true-crime documentary while scrolling through hundreds of missed calls and text messages from Pam. The last is "call me back when you read this."

This confused me as Pam never texted me after I wordlessly left her side. I make the instinctual decision to call her back in the morning since I know she will be upset if she is awakened in her sleep. But as I switch off my phone and focus on the documentary, I can't shake the notion that this phone call simply could not wait till tomorrow.

I take a deep breath as I punch in Pam's number, half expecting my call to go straight to voice mail. Instead, the picture of a smiling brunette woman holding a large white mug appeared on my screen, followed by the sound of a telephone ringing. I pause my show as I turn on speaker mode.

"Hello?" a woman's voice answers groggily, her voice a toad-like low.

"Were you sleeping?" I ask sarcastically, my eyes drooping from drowsiness. I move my feet up to the opposite end of the sofa and lay staring blankly at a paper-white ceiling.

"Very funny, Lev," she groaned. "But no, I'm at work."

"Geez, I wonder why," I thought, but a sudden flashback stopped and made me backtrack to the urgency of this call.

"And you're joining me tomorrow," she yawned.

"W-what are you talking about?" I scrunch my eyebrows. What exactly did she mean by that? "How so?"

Pam sighed deeply and explained, "Listen carefully, detective. The chief put you in charge of our team of investigators: me, you, Chad and another guy who had recently transferred to our department. I'm sure you've heard of the case of the girl murdered near your home."

Her monotonous story-telling cause me to slowly bob my head slightly back and forth, trying not to nod off mid-conversation.

"I suggest you start getting used to pulling all-nighters," Pam remarked, quietly chuckling at her joke while I rolled my eyes with acute agony.

"Cya tomorrow," she finished the call with a tint of mockery, further sending my mind off in an annoying frenzy.

How could my day be so shit? No, more importantly -what will I tell the chief? And Chad too. Of all the people who could be part of my team?

Thoughts spin around my mind; madly like a tornado, dizziness robs me of my vision. I squint and forcefully thwart my eyes back to the ceiling; did it just get darker? Strange -I feel like I'm fading. Weightless, becoming grayer by the second.

At least this night -unlike the last, won't see the face of a walking catastrophe; the smiling monster.

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Hahaha. Was this better?

To all those who were searching for a good story, look no further! (I meant that :3). I'm no writer but I've got this really really good story you would like.

(^-^)> I guess I took more inspiration this time. Writing this story seemed fun.

This chapter gave you a different vibe, right? 

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