The Secrets of Mr.Lock

A small girl ran down the hall with

great joy . Jumped up on her bed and

covered up almost up to her rosy face ,

smiling waiting for her Dad to gently

Kiss her goodnight .

"Daddy , are you going to work Tomorrow ?"

" I'm sorry sweetheart but somebody's got to get the bad guys to jail."

" I know Dad but it's almost Christmas."

He nervously scratched the back of his neck not even knowing the words to say, "..... How about i read you a bed time story "

"Okay , how about Frosty the snow man!"

He grinned , looking down at her with love ," alright ." He read to her till her eyes were almost shut as he read the last line of the book " and he said ill be back again someday ," then gently kissed her . "Goodnight sweetheart ."

My Mother nor anyone else could understand me like my father did . He was a Homicide Detective , I would stay up all night as a Kid watching one of Florida's greatest detectives solve an almost impossible case . I only wish i was allowed to go to work with him but he was scared it would scare me , but i see it all the time . Death has never scared me until one horrible day , i was only Fifteen

I came home from school and Dad was reclined in his chair with his eyes wondering around the ceiling . " Dad, i got an A in Science!"

"Good Job Sweetheart !" He tried to keep a smile but he started breathing heavy , staring off into space.

"Dad , What's wrong?"

"You Know I Love you , Right?"

"Dad, What's wrong?!"

"You're gonna be a great women someday "

"DAD!!!" She grabbed his shoulders with tears in her eyes and he hugged her close and whispered in her ear , " Goodbye for now sweetheart ....I Love You Sara Ann Thompson ." He took in a deep breath and released his final breath . I never thought i would see his name engraved in stone " Mathew Bruce Thompson ."

Now I'm following in my fathers footsteps ...... Slowly . I tried out for a job as ' in simple terms ' a Detectives partner and thats when i slowly enter the door to see my results .

I sat at a chair in front of a wooden desk with an old man , who's desk read " George Polly ." We talked for a long time about what i expect and about my past with my father and my experience with Homicide Detective work .

He stood at the corner of his desk giving me a small grin .

" Being Detective Thompson's Daughter i expect a lot from you , Thats why i assigned you to one of the greatest Homicide Detectives ever ,but i have to warn you he is a little ...... Well , no one i know has ever got along with him . He just does his Job and leaves just like that . We know only one thing about him after working with him for almost eight Years , He gets the job done faster than anyone i Know . You up for it? "

I smiled , grabbed my purse and headed out the door to meet this man . I've heard of many detectives but none like this one . Maybe i can solve the greatest mystery ever , How does he do it?