DETECTIVE D

A guy named Pedro

Mrs. McCarthy began to cry, and Detective D reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, offering her a tissue. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. McCarthy," he said. "I know this must be so difficult for you."
"Thank you," She said " she told me she and Rodriguez stopped seeing eachother and she met a new guy named Pedro and he had proposed to her, "What?" Detective D said, his heart skipping a beat. "I didn't know Samantha was seeing someone new apart from Rodriguez" Do you know anything else about him?"
Mrs. McCarthy shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't.  She didn't say much about him. Just that he was from out of town and that he was a good man. I never met him, and I don't know his last name. All I know is what she told me."
Detective D's mind was racing, trying to process this new information. That Samantha had been seeing someone new, Detective D nodded, his mind already formulating a new theory.
"If Pedro is involved, it's possible that he may have been jealous of Samantha's past relationship with Rodriguez ,maybe he wanted her sexually then she rejected him and he lashed out, It would explain the violence and why she was killed, but we need to know more about him before we can draw any conclusions."
"Do you think you can find him?" Mrs. McCarthy asked, her eyes hopeful. "I'll do everything I can," Detective D said. "We need to talk to Samantha's friends, anyone who might know something about her and this Pedro fellow might be our prime suspect."
"She has this friend , Mariah Carey, she showed him the picture, she is a redhead woman with black eyes giving her a mystery questionable beauty, Detective D had a deja Vu feeling he knows this woman but kicked it off, "she works at the local motel besides mystic shadow Court, she was the one who introduced Pedro to Samantha" "This is interesting," Detective D said, studying the photo of Mariah Carey. "Do you know how long Mariah has known Samantha? Or how she met Pedro?"
"I'm not sure," Mrs. McCarthy said, wringing her hands. "I didn't know much about Mariah, she only mentioned her once or twice. And I didn't know much about Pedro even now that Samantha was killed. I'm sorry I can't be more helpful."
"It's not your fault," Detective D said, his voice reassuring. "You've already been so helpful, just by telling me what you know." "Will go off now Mrs McCarthy, stay safe ma'am" Samuel spoked, Detective D gave her a good bye hug, as they left and mounted their horses and rode away from Mrs. McCarthy's house, Detective D couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Something about this case was not right and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than they knew. He looked at Samuel, who was riding beside him, his face set in a determined expression.
"We need to find Mariah Carey," Detective D said, his voice firm. "She might be the key to this whole thing." "I agree," Samuel said, nodding. "We need to get to the bottom of this, for Mrs. McCarthy's sake and for Samantha's" Detective D arrived home and saw his beautiful wife sitting angrily waiting for him to arrive it was past ten, Detective D knew he was in for a long time tongue lashing "Where have you been?" Fernanda said, her voice tight with anger, "I've been worried sick!
"I'm so sorry, honey," Detective D said, his heart sinking. "I was with Samuel, and we got caught up with the case. I didn't mean to worry you." "I understand that you're working on a case," Fernanda said, her tone softening slightly. "But I can't help but worry when you don't come home when you say you will , you promised to be home every night before ten , you know what nevermind please, just try to be more communicative next time."
Detective D apologize as Fernanda served him dinner, he was trying to lighten up the mood and feed his wife but Fernanda was having none of it "I don't want dinner, I just want you to listen to me," Fernanda said, her voice stern. "I'm not just a housewife who's going to sit around and wait for you to come home. I'm your wife and I need to know that you're safe. Can you understand that?"
Detective D's heart sank even further. He had been so caught up in the case that he hadn't even considered how Fernanda must have been feeling. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "You're right, I should have called you. I'll do better next time".  He carried her to the room trying to make love to his wife as a form of apology but Fernanda was having none of it. "No," she said, gently pushing him away. "I can't make love to you right now, I just need you to understand how important communication is to me, I can't keep living in fear that something has happened to you every time you're late."
Detective D nodded, his heart aching. "I hear you", he said, taking her hand. "I promise I'll do better. You're right, I need to be more considerate of your feelings."Fernanda looked into his eyes, her expression softening.
"Thank you," she said and turned her back at him, Detective D lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. He felt terrible for making Fernanda feel so alone and worried. He had been so focused on the case, he hadn't even thought about how his actions might have affected her. He resolved to do better, to be more present and more communicative. but for now, he knew he had to give her the space she needed.
The next morning, he woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes. Fernanda was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cooked. He felt a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe they could get past this, after all "Good morning to the most beautiful woman I have ever met" Detective D tried to sound romantic as he can, a small smile played on Fernanda's lips as she turned to face him. "Good morning to you too, handsome," she said, her eyes sparkling. "I'm glad you're here. I made you breakfast."
Detective D wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "You're the best," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so sorry about last night. I really didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care."
"I know," Fernanda said, her voice warm. "You're forgiven. But let's just make sure it doesn't repeat it self "yes ma'am, I promise," Detective D said, looking deep into her eyes. "From now on, I'll make you my first priority. No matter what happens with the case, I won't let it come between us."
"Thank you," Fernanda said, a soft smile on her lips. "That means a lot to me ", they sat down to eat breakfast and for the first time in a long time, Detective D felt at peace, as they finished eating, Detective D cleared his throat. "I have to go to work," he said, not wanting to leave but knowing he had a job to do.
Detective D gave Fernanda a kiss on the cheek and said, "I'll be back soon, my love." He pulled on his coat and put on his hat, making sure he had his badge and gun. He gave her one last look and then walked out the door. Fernanda watched him go, a sense of unease settling in her stomach.
She had a bad feeling about all of this, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She decided to try and distract herself with some housework. But her mind kept wandering back to Detective D and his investigation.
"Good morning Detective D" Samuel said "Morning, Samuel," Detective D said, nodding in greeting. "How are you doing today?", "I'm doing well, sir," Samuel replied. "I've been reading up on the case. There are some interesting developments that might be worth looking into.""Oh?" Detective D said, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me more."
"Well, for one thing, there have been some discrepancies in Dr. Marcelo's statements about the missing patients," Samuel explained. "Some of the details don't seem to add up. I'm wondering if there's more to this story than we know.