Married to Murder

Chapter 5

5:46pm

I looked out the window of my office. I was placed way at the back of the police department but I didn't mind, I had the best view. Things are usually pretty tame in these parts, usually just drunk tourists and fireworks. I joined the force thinking that I would actually make a difference, thinking that I could go out and be brave, be something. The most excitement I get are domestic disputes. Not that I want anything really bad to happen, of course not. I just want to know that my job, that my life for that matter, has any kind of meaning at all. But at least I have a view, right?

I decided I would go out on patrol, drive and clear my head. As I pulled out of the station, Rosanne, a robust, feisty black woman that worked the front desk called to me over the radio.

Detective Riley? Over

Here. Over

Yeah, we're getting a call from Jason McNally's house. There's a woman on the phone but I can't hear a damn thing she's saying.

Haha, what else is new. I'll go check it out. Over.

If I had a dollar for every time I went to the McNally's.. oh wait I do. There were always noise complaints, domestic disputes, drunken fights. It was always something. That Jason is one son of a bitch and his wife Marta is just as bad. That's probably who called.

I pulled down the long driveway and the house came into view. There were no other cars in the driveway, Just Jason and Marta's. Probably another drunk fight. These two really shouldn't be together. I knocked on the front door and nobody answered. I tried to open it but it was locked. I knew my way around this property so I went out back and the sliding door was already open so I let myself into the kitchen.

I'm gona need backup at the McNally house. Over.

And there goes my lunch.