Family, friends, even horses can be longed for when life falls into a tragedy. When a young and engaged nurse gets a job in London, lonesomeness starts to settle in the heart of Elanna Davani as the city isn't as bright as she wanted it to be.
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Alvaro
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Often at times, there are people in the world who conceal their darkest secrets. They tend to take care of their own mess and find it difficult to call the police as if everything's okay.
But when you catch the predators that took care of their own mess, you want to look them in the eye and question what catastrophe they had to go through in order to think beyond the devil himself.
But as my eyes peer down at the deep pools of blue, slowly turning cold from the soul evaporating from him, I feel saddened that cowards like him get to have a one way ticket to hell without having to endure it here first.
This man laying beneath me succeeded in his own suicide after murdering a school boy on his way home. I feel disgusted. Shame. But most of all, sick from the smell of this body rotting in his home within the last 24 hours.
"Should we move him?", asks George. "I fucking hate moving bodies", I tell him. George is one of my partners, but he's also a brother to me. When I was 24 and introduced to the law enforcement, George was the first guy that helped me become stronger and better.
Till this day, he has always supported me and congratulated me for every achievement I made through my career. He's the older brother that 6 year old Alvaro wished to have.
"Forensics have got what they need. The least we could do is help the black ambulance by shifting him a few feet closer to the door", George says whilst swiping a hand through his brown hair.
"Yeah you're right. You got the feet?", I say whilst lowering myself to grab his arms. "Yep", He says. Me and George lift the body up, slightly struggling from the heavy weight of this extremely fat man. "Fuck, did this guy have a big mac before he fucking died?", George lets out.
I chuckle whilst struggling to hold onto the large weight. "Make that 5 meals", I say, grunting with every step I take closer to the door. Suddenly, me and George stop as we hear a sound. My eyes skim side to side as I try to pick up where that's coming from.
"Do you hear that?", I tell George. He stands cautiously as we both hear a sound of air crackling. Both of our eyes peer down at the man we're holding, the sound coming from his dead body.
Me and George immediately drop the body with a thud, our eyes glued on him as he deteriorates properly. It's the sound of his wind pipes clearing like a groaning sound coming from his mouth. "Fuck that's creepy", George says as we stare at the dead body.
"You know what, the ambulance will be fine carrying him from here", I suggest. "Good shout. Let's go", George says as we both immediately leave from this horrific scene.
As me and George enter his car, my eyes peering out the window, taking in the night scene of London. I let out a deep sigh as the only one on my mind right now gives me some ease from my troubled and traumatic day.
