Killings Of Midnight |✔️|

Chapter 43 (Edited)

       Arturo stepped into the police station. He could faintly see the white lights flicker in the small rooms. The old office was still in the process of being renovated. There were broken walls and missing windows, all letting the cold fall air seep in.

      "Art my boy, is that you?" Joe squinted. The old man was seated on the rolling office chair. He was always so cliche, with his chocolate frosted donut and black coffee. His white hair reflecting the light and his beer belly which was made entirely from chocolate.

      Sometimes Arturo wondered if the old man had always wanted to be a police officer, even when he was young. There was no other profession he could imagine him in.

      Instead Arturo shook his head and smiled. "It's me Joe." He gave a little wave and nod.

      "Already back?" The old man seemed always concerned about his employees.

      "No I had extra time so I decided to finish some old reports." Arturo shrugged grabbing a cup of water. He waited for the old cooler to fill the cup up before heading to his desk.

      "You know boss won't be happy with you." He smiled.

      "You won't boss?" Arturo asked sarcastically, while raising an eyebrow.

      "Aww, whatever who am I to stop you from doing work? Go ahead, while you're at it, write my reports too, will ya?" The old man laughed.

       "Very funny." Arturo said dryly.

      Arturo entered the large office. The lights were as bright as hell. The sky outside through the window was starting to darken and he knew that he needed to work fast if he wanted to get any sleep before heading towards the museum in the morning.

      Walking to his old desk he smiled when he remembered the times when he was a desk officer. Never having to worry about blowing his cover or saving people's lives. Now he was going undercover and solving cases. And doing all that while still trying to live a normal life.

      Taking a seat and reviewing his notes he started to write up a report. The time was ticking by fast and he was getting tired. But he kept reminding himself he could take a vacation after this last mission. He was sure that Joe would let him.
  
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      Around 11:47 Arturo sent his report and shut his computer down. Now he could finally get some sleep, that's all he wanted right now, after a frozen dinner or takeout, whatever would satisfy his growling stomach.

      Walking past the main office he spotted Joe cleaning up and filing all the papers away. The man was always fiddling with something, even when there was no work to fiddle with.

      "Hey, Joe I'm heading home now." Arturo yawned.

       "No problem, go get some sleep. You look like you came back from the dead." He smiled back at Art.

      "Thanks." Arturo replied dryly. Waving as he exited the building, he made sure to check behind him one last time.

       Arturo got back on his motorcycle and headed towards the place he had to stay for the time being. The road was calm at this time of night and Arturo was hoping to make a quick escape. But work as a police officer never ended.

       A vehicle went speeding past him. Arturo was about to radio the station but there was no license plate. Arturo's had froze over the controls. No license plate could mean a lot of things. In fact it was a big sign for theft.

      Picking up speed he followed the unidentified vehicle. He was going to stop this person, or someone was going to die. The latter was not an option is was more of an consequence.