Ed Sheeran - Give me love
"Give me love, like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone"
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"Did I tell you about when me and Linden were taken down by the FBI that one time?" Holder asked while I lead the car through the rainy streets of Seattle
"Yes, you did. The Larsen case. I remember."
Sometimes, I believed, he must've loved Linden. He talked about her every day though years have passed since they last worked together.
Holder was a difficult man. You could never tell what he was thinking, what he felt. He always acted cool, yet, I knew he was just as broken as me.
We both were married to our job, no time for family, let alone partners. We were so same, but we were never to admit it.
He had a good heart, I knew that. He helped me wherever he could, took care of me, bought me breakfast and made sure I slept at least once a week.
We had known each other for about a month now, and he never made a secret of liking me more than he was meant to like his crime fighting partner, but I showed him the cold shoulder.
Mostly, because I couldn't tell what game he was playing.
Was it a game? Holder's whole life was playing games, whether he won or not.
I've spent so many hours in this damn car with him, his cigarettes and his memory of a woman he could've never had, I watched the memory of her ruining him more and more.
I often asked him why he was holding on to the memory of her so bad, but I never got an answer. There wasn't much to know about Sarah Linden. She retired 2 years ago but stayed in Seattle.
Holder once said she got married. Then, another time he said she got divorced soon afterwards.
I didn't know what to believe, and although it was none of my business, Holder's obsession with his old partner made me curious. I didn't know why.
Perhaps, just because I wanted to know what he loved so much about her, what it was that made it impossible to him to let go of her.
We both made mistakes in the past, but we were thrown into each other's lives for a reason.
But neither of us knew the reason we smiled at each other when we would fight the next moment.
My thoughts were interrupted by Holder snapping his fingers in front of my face
"Earth to Davidson, we've arrived 5 minutes ago."
"Get your skinny white ass out of my car, I'll drive home." I said pinching the bridge of my nose because my headache had only gotten worse since I smoked that damn cigarette
"Oh look, Davidson's got a big mouth." He joked getting out of the car
"Night, Holder. You should sleep, too. Eventually."
He smiled leaning into my car "yup. You know I won't though."
I shook my head and pulled the steering wheel
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I know, after all the time it was time for me to rest, to take a long needed nap. But my head was filled with thoughts about Turner, about how I could get more evidence, other than the fact that the victim had a broken hand just like the girls he had raped years back.
I always had an eye on Turner, and I knew it would only be a matter of time until he'd continue his gruesome games.
I wanted him locked away forever, but I knew it was a long way to go. A lot struggle ahead me. With every case, more trouble came ahead me.
No one's said this job was easy obviously, but I did it to help the families sleep at night, knowing that whoever hurt their loved one was now locked away forever.
Brianna had no family, no relatives. Her parents died in a car accident when she was little and she grew up with her grandmother who died last summer. She had no one who missed her.
She had no friends at college. All I wanted to know was, what made her going out into this part of the city at night on October 19th?
"What were you up to..." I whispered to myself.
My phone rang. 4:25 AM. The perfect time to get back to work.
I saw Holder's name flashing on the display and I answered yawning
"What is it, Holder?"
"Davidson, you should see this."
"Okay, I'll be there in 10." He didn't cared it was 4AM, and so didn't I.
This job meant commitment, dedication. No time for sleep, you were always after new information, searching for ways to put them down.
When I arrived at the station, it was empty. Literally no one worked at this time, except for a few cops who had just returned from patrolling.
Holder awaited me in my office, holding up a bag.
"Wow, you brought me breakfast. That's the big news?" I said sarcastically taking off my coat
"Breakfast's later. Look at this."
I took the paper bag from him and took a peek inside of it.
It was a bunch of voodoo dolls, candles and a book.
I looked back at Holder "so are we gonna try fighting Turner with Voodoo now?"
"Nah, I found that in her backpack."
I sipped from my coffee, throwing a confused look at Holder who swung a necklace around his finger
"What backpack? You've got it from her apartment?"
He shook his head "after you left I went back to the crime scene and found it. Simply. Picked it up, brought it here."
"How come they over saw it?" I asked
"Dunno, but what matters is that we found it."
"Yes, but what would a college girl do with a bunch of voodoo stuff?"
"That is what we must find out." Holder said smiling "but I guess she didn't, like, use it."
I rubbed my eyes "what do you even mean by use it, I don't think a 17 year old girl knows anything about the power of voodoo, let alone how to use it wisely. Plus, we went to her apartment and found nothing suspicious. We talked to the people at her highschool and they said she was normal, quite girl. What would she use voodoo for?"
"Or on who. On who she would've used it. We should check her surroundings and friends."
"Holder, we've done that already, and as far as I am concerned she had no close friends."
"So what? Then let's check them again. Remember, you said we were close." Holder grabbed a dollar from his pocket and walked out of the room
He was right. This case seemed to become a little too big for the two of us, but we had to solve it. For Brianna and to finally catch whoever did that to her.
