Florence + The Machine - No light, no light
"No light, no light in your bright blue eyes, I never knew daylight could be so violent"
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"Super duper. Another emo kid with holes in his jeans and his brain." Holder said lighting up another cigarette as we headed back to my car
"I told you we couldn't trust James. When it's true what Dan just said then he might be our guy."
"You can't charge him for that, we've got nothing against that boy, Davidson."
"Not yet. Send a unit over to his house, put a tail on him."
Holder nodded "what you gon do in the meantime, mamacita?"
"I'll see what Linden's got, you go and meet those emo kids."
"You're my ride, Davidson. I go where you're going!"
I smiled rolling my eyes "okay get in, I'll take you."
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"I see you really want to accuse that guy of something, but we have zero evidence that he had even engaged with Brianna or her sister before they died."
"You mean before they were murdered, Linden." I looked at her "by him."
"Yeah. Get me the evidence, Davidson. We can't do nothing without no evidence."
"You're not my fucking boss, Linden. I'm trying my best here, but apparently no one..." I looked around the empty room "NO ONE, fucking appreciates it."
"I do appreciate your work and your dedication to this case a lot Jane but honestly we're losing track."
Linden admitted knowing that this case was, like Holder said so many times before, a bit too big for the three of us.
And I agreed with her, I mean, we're trying to hunt down a ghost. Literally.
"Whatever, Linden. I'm awaiting Holder's call, he's talking to one of the kids right now."
Linden sighted "Jane, please promise me that you and Holder will stop when you're feeling that it gets too much. That whole voodoo and black magic thing, those emo kids, that's not on our level."
I nodded but we both knew that I would not give up until I have whoever did that sitting in a maximum security prison.
I was on my way to the vending machine when someone tapped on my shoulder
"Detective Davidson, I have the photos of the security camera you asked for."
"Thanks, Stephens." I took them and flipped through them until I almost spat my coffee all over them.
"Linden, you should see that"
I slammed the photos to Linden's table
"What's that?"
"I asked for photo's of the security camera on Melanie's loft. These are from the night she was murdered."
"Isn't that the guy that was here this morning?" Linden asked picking one of the photos up
"Yes. He was at her apartment that night."
Linden smiled "good work Davidson."
I victoriously pinned the photos to my pin wall when my phone vibrated
"Detective Davidson"
"Yo, Davidson. I talked to that emo kid and now guess what. Montgomery was at Melanie's apartment the night she was murdered, one of the neighbours said they had an argument at around 3 am. That kid also said that he carried a briefcase with him, god knows what he's got to hide."
"I know, the photos I asked for were delivered just now and we can clearly recognise our suspect in it." I said watching Linden searching for something in her drawer
"Good work, I guess that calls for a victory party. You coming over to mine?" Holder asked
I struggled at first "well, .... Why not I'll be there in a hour."
Then I hang up
"What's Holder saying?"
"That kid he spoke to, he said he saw Montgomery at Melanie's that night."
Linden smirked as she wrapped herself up her coat "...and?"
"...and what?"
"Well, obviously that wasn't all Holder had to say. Don't lie at me, I'll arrest you for it."
I laughed "he just asked me to come to his apartment. Having a drink or maybe two."
"Make it count, Jane. Make it count."
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A party? I definitely wasn't in the mood for that. But Holder invited me and I didn't wanted to seem antisocial for once. I picked up a short black dress and tried to calm my wild red curls. I looked into the mirror and sighted.
This was the first time I had worn a dress in a while, and I felt quite uncomfortable in it. Holder would think I wanted to hook up, so I went back to my closet.
I stood in front of Holder's door. Should I really knock? It was quite. Perhaps he forgot I was going to turn up. I walked off the corridor when his door opened and he looked around the corner
"Yo, Davidson. Wanna play hide and seek or what?"
I smiled looking away "shall I come in?"
He nodded "I insist. Nice sweater, by the way."
Holder's apartment was a mess. Pizza cartons in every corner of the room, the sink full of unwashed dishes.
"You need a woman, Holder." I smirked dropping my purse next to his couch
"I don't need no woman, me can take care of himself. Trust me sugar."
"Yes, that's what the dirty socks next to the table say as well."
He looked over to them "I was going to put them to the washing machine, just now."
"Sure, Stephen."
I had never been at Holder's place before, and to be honest I never wanted to return either.
He came over to mine once and were impressed about how I've managed to keep my place clean although I spent most of the time at the police station anyways, now I finally understood why he were so impressed by my house.
"So, Holder. I can feel no party vibe yet." I said sipping from my beer
"This party's got me. What else would you need to go wild as hell? I'm the number one party animal, Davidson. Roar."
I nodded "don't make me wanna leave."
"Okay so, Jane. Enjoying your beer?"
"Yeah. Wanna talk about the case? I investigated for Montgomery and found out he's got family in Missouri. Remember when he said Brianna wanted to leave for Missouri the night before she was murdered? So I was thinking he might've-"
Then, suddenly, I was interrupted by Holder pressing his hand over my mouth
"Hear that?"
I shook my head
"Yeah. Me neither. I thought we could hang out for once, like normal people. Don't you dare to say no more about murders and rapes and other shit tonight."
I nodded and freed myself from Holder's hand
"Okay. Let's have some fun then."
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"This is so good...but...so wrong..." I laughed puffing from Holder's joint
"They ain't gon catch us, we're the law..." He took it back from me
"I never knew you were okay with that" I said getting back up to his couch
"This shit shouldn't be illegal. Hard drugs, of course, but a bit of weed never killed nobody." We smirked at each other "true..."
I rested my head upon his shoulder and we shared another laugh. We were both completely stoned and careless about all the trouble in front of us, we were happy.
Happy to be alive and grateful for what we had, although it wasn't much. We were two homicide detectives that sat completely stoned in a messy living room somewhere in Seattle.
And for a moment, we remembered what it's like not to be chained to our job. We remembered what it's like to live.
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