The Midnight city

Dilemma

New York. The most populous city in America. With its exquisite fashion runaways, enormous fluorescent LED billboards hovering its colors over the busy streets, Sleep deprived students in cafe's dying to pass their finals and keep up with their day jobs, the rich wolves in wall street that preys on the mundane, all make up the pretty city with every person belonging to each one of their jobs making up the city like a beautiful shattered mirror in a holy chapel. However, New York wouldn't be the same without the silent crimes and the not-so-silent murders and nicks that monsters leave on the innocent in the lonely alleys everyday that the NYPD discovers the next morning. 

Most folks have it all wrong, justice is not served like a freshly roasted chicken breast with peas on the side. The taste of righteousness that oh-so-satisfies the tongue of the human spirit is not so simple to savor. So much so, offices spend nights recapping every detail on each case to discover a breakthrough. Some offices, may be so dedicated that they spend their nights off as an opportunity to drown themselves in their dear work and swallow a truckload of coffee. 

For instance, the current lieutenant of the precinct, Gabriel Matthew Blake. With his clean trimmed beard radiating his mature features along with a sharp jaw and a hollow face where his cheek bones popped out and drew shadows from its side to his bright hooked nose. In addition to the exposed masculine characteristics of the lieutenant, a pair of narrow dark off pink lips existed above a weak chin along with his excellent fine lines that exposed his age, beside them, fine teal blue eyes with extended lashes that put him in the age spectrum of mid-thirty. Lastly, above the sharp eyes was the bushy coal colored brows and a great bald head with pricks of tiny new black hair that appeared at the sides and back of his long neck. Just as his face gave an explicit expression of age and experience, his career was also old and extraordinary which made him a distinct legend that no one spoke of often but always knew, it was almost like anwritten rule or guideline to respect the lieutenant, though force was hardly necessary and he was easily loved. 

"Another one, huh?" Gabriel sighed, gazing at the gruesome cuts that oozed out stale blood of a young women; not older than twenty three.

"Body dropped last night, the forensics said t it couldn't have been later than midnight when she was finally ... gone" Detective Walker said lowly. Bruce Walker was the closest thing Gabriel had to a brother. The thin browned haired man and Gabriel had been friends ever since they trained to be on the force. 

Gabriel looked away, "We will keep trying, Walker." 

"Of course" The detective said, as he pat Gabriel on the shoulder before walking out of Gabriel's office. 

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Gabriel found himself lost amongst the distant murmurs of special agent Collete's presentation as he kept thinking of the tragedy of the young woman. Her bloodshot eyes, ruined mascara and dark lipstick in a pool of her ginger hair haunted Gabriel's consciousness until he heard a few voices calling. 

"Yes. My bad. What were you saying, Chloe?" Addressing special agent Collete,

"I was just asking permission to the latest murder? Gwen Chelsey's murder that took place last night." The blond Woman, Chloe Collete said. Gabriel sat back in this chair at the end of the table massaging his temples. 

"Gabe, we know you knew her ... and I'm sorry" Chloe quietly while everyone lowered their heads. 

"Yeah. well, she was like a daughter to me" Gabriel looked at her finally and continued, "and we're gonna find the son of a bitch responsible", he groaned. 

"Has he heard?" Detective Walker asked, 

"No, and I wish i didn't have to tell him. But i have to." Gabriel stood up and started walking, "Meeting dismissed" He said as he walked away thinking about the last thing he'd want to do. It was quite the dilemma.