Insane

Dead End

We had now been working on this case for weeks, but no improvements at all on our side. We were at Harvey's - he had a fancy and OH WOW - apparment, where we were taking a beer and chilling, reviewing our case, in the hopes we could find any correlation over our Jokey's victims. But nothing. And nothing on the card either, as I had predicted. Not even my prints, only the officers' ones.

I sighed.

Well, I think it's about time to go home, said Ray.

I was about to say something, no idea what though, but Harvey agreed with him first, as such we were kicked out, and the memory of wanting to say something faded away.

***

I went to the fridge to take a beer and turned on a dime, face to face with Ray. Like literally face to face. There was barely any space between us.

Weiiird, I called out,  giving him a beer and pushing his arm from on the "ilot" (piece of counter in the middle of the room) where I sat, taking a big glup of my beverage.

You know, he said, leaning on the conter besides me - really really close; he wasn't touching me, but I could feel the heat of his skin, if you don't like beer, you don't have to drink.

I could help but laugh. Maybe, just maybe, I was a little drunk.

Well then tell me, officer, what would I drink then?

I have wines and some other alcools in my mini-bar, if you're -

Oh, believe me, I am, I said, interrupting him and jumping off the conter.

He turned and once more we were so close. But this time I knew, by the way he was looking at me, that this between us, whatever it was, wasn't just in my head. It was there. Before I had time to do anything, disconcerted by the situation, he had time to do everything. He put his hand on my cheek, taking my hair off my face, and kissed me withva burning passion. A passion that seem as old as time. I was too astonished to move. He breathe three times in my face, the heat of his breath heating my whole body.

Shall I show you where's the mini-bar then? he asked, like nothing happened.

But he was a bad actor, even if his efforts were appreciated.

It had happened, anyways. He had kissed me. But I hadn't kiss him back. And for that, he wasn't going to try me anytime soon.

Yes, I whispered, even more disconcerted then before, yes, maybe you should.