"You know how they say that the shot heard around the world was the one that started the Revolutionary War? Yeah, well they were wrong. It was the shot fired directly at my chest by a man that I thought was my friend"
I was given a second chance at...
I've always hated police officers. Policemen always seem to know better than you just because they enforce the law. As a serial killer, I suppose it's natural to hate police officers, but I like, really hated them. I'm assuming that it's my natural need to be right and have things my own way, yeah, it's not my most attractive attribute.
Work was...interesting, to say the least. I learned that I hate donuts and that my best friend on the force was an overtalkative redhead, who I learned to enjoy throughout my first week of work after I died. Her name was Lilian Smallwood, who went by Lily. She was, however annoying with how fast she talked, a kind-hearted person and a very good police officer because of her desire to do the right thing.
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"Chief wants to see you right away in her office, E," Lily told me as soon as I entered the building on Friday morning. I'd just had a very nice cycle to work and was enjoying a hot cup of coffee from my favorite coffee shop in New York. It had been a pretty good morning. My redheaded friend's announcement had put a slight damper on my mood, though.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. I set my thermos down on my desk and removed my coat, leaving me in just my purple button down blouse and jeans. "Any idea what she wants?" I asked.
"Not a clue, she just told me that she had an urgent matter to discuss with you," Lily said, sitting down at her desk and getting started on some paperwork. "She did, however, say that it was urgent," she added because I'd made no effort to follow through with my boss's request.
"Right, of course." Did I mention that I disliked being bossed around and put on a timetable?
I did go to see the chief, though, no matter how much I protested. I opened the door to the chief's office, making the shades rattle against the glass. "Ah, Detective Muerto, so good of you to join us."
Us? I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't see that Chief Redfern and I weren't alone. My eyes met the bright blue eyes of Noah Marx for the second time since I'd come back.
"Oh, it's you," Marx said, smiling as if it were a huge relief.
I took a deep breath. "You ran into me earlier this week. I can't believe that you remember me," I said. My insides were boiling once again. Can't I get a break?
"I actually haven't really stopped thinking about you," Marx said, smiling at me.
I ignored his pass at me and turned to the chief. "What did you want to see me about?" I asked.
"As you know, Agent Marx here killed Anita DeSantos last week, but crime never sleeps in this city," Chief Redfern began.
"One would expect that in the city that never sleeps," I said dryly, shuddering at the memory of him lowering the gun to my chest and releasing the bullet, tearing my body apart.
