The Shine

Dog with no bones

When the detective came down from whatever high or mania was holding her up she fell asleep on a deck chair by the pool. I went inside and pulled Gary out of the closet. I asked him if he knew about the sex trafficking. He said that he didn't but I could tell that he did.

He saw me see it. Then he fell apart. He said that he had another gun in a safe that the detective didn't find. He begged me to go get it and shoot him in the head. He sobbed that he was trying to be strong like me but he was weak and he couldn't. He said that he was trying to be tough like I said but he couldn't.

He's the rich powerful one and he was talking like he was envious of me. Like he saw me as someone to be revered, that he could never live up to. It makes no sense. The detective is the same. I can't understand how these two dominant successful people could be begging me for help.

I thought that if Gary wanted to die and the detective needed magic support for a suicide mission, there was an easy answer to all of this. Let them go after the Swede and whatever happens is for the best. No matter how it turns out.

All I wanted to do was help. How did things get so fucked up?

I went back outside to get the keys to the cuffs. I told the detective that I needed Gary to help me with something and I wasn't going to help her, so she might as well leave. She said that Gary had done plenty of foul stuff himself. I told her that I knew.

She smashed her fist on her chest and yelled "Then why won't you help ME?!" Point being she was trying to do something good and Gary was an asshole. I didn't really have a good answer to that because she's right. I just said once again that I don't kill people.

She asked if I would help her if she helped me first. I told her she couldn't help me, it was a magic thing.

She said she could.

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