Ares, the private dick

Chapter 1 - Bittersweet day

I sat on the front porch outside the office, inhaling my last puff of cigar. Quietly slurping a can of Blue Girl, drops of rain began pouring down on me. Ah, the usual... The rain pattered gently on my trench coat and my cigar melted away in the rain. The grey clouds sang in harmony. The clash of the thunderbolts and the pitter-patter of the rain drops, It was like an orchestra. Listening to them, I closed my eyes and drank myself away from the boring dick life I was cursed with. The rent was, again, wasted for blocks of brew and packs of cigs . Who cares anyways... At least I don't.

Amidst the drumming rain, out of nowhere, a familiar tune rang through my ears. The repetitive, alarming ringtone woke me up from my daydream. It was not the clouds this time. It was my phone.

My flip phone rang for the first time in weeks.  A case, I thought. Finally. 

"It's me, we have to have a talk, sir."

It was my partner Artemis, a.k.a the love of my life. Artemis has been in my agency ever since we started(that is 4 years). I met her when I was 23, when I was applying to become a police officer here in Athens. We got to know each other through a small coincidence; We both got through and were somehow assigned to be state police officers. Another coincidence is that we both hated it, so we quit the tedious job and started our own agency.  She's an amazing shooter, and I'm an amazing fighter. We work perfectly together, I hit, she shoots. Long story short, we are meant for each other.. I think.

"What is it?"

"It's about our detective agency... I want to resign."

My brain shut down for a couple of seconds.

"What? Why? Hello? HELLO?!?!!?!"

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I shouted repetitively in the rain, hoping she would reply, but it was inevitable the fact that she hung up. 

"I hate my life. After four years of working together, she leaves me without a word. More importantly, I lose my fated lover? You know what, I'm going to her place and confront that witch if she chooses to do this to me."

I crushed my can of beer, threw it to the rain, and head back to the office immediately. 

I made a cup of java to sober up from my drunkenness. The warm and bitter taste instantaneously woke me up. I felt alive. I replaced my drenched trench coat with dry ones, fastened the belt, and plopped on my fedora but something felt missing. Ah, yes the gun, I almost forgot my gun. 

I've been to her house once before and I know where it is. Her house was conveniently several minutes away from our office. She lives with her twin brother Apollo on the first floor of a grey-bricked 2-story terrace house. The door is made with fine redwood which has a fancy door knocker with a lion on it. Aside the house is a bakery and a laundromat. Pretty easy to remember.

By the time I went out of the office, the sun was shining and the rain had gone. The streets were wet but the sun was shining, gross. As I was passing the laundromat, I saw Apollo going the same way. I was going to greet him but then the abrupt presence of a majestic dame entranced my soul. It was an Angel sent from heaven to my purify my cursed life with her existence. Forget Artemis, if Artemis was Blue Girl, she would be Heineken. Her strawberry blonde hair was shiny and silky. As if it were gold, I was greedy for her. Her eyes were bluer than blue and showed her purity. As if it were the sea, I wanted to swim in them. Her nose was chiseled to perfection. And her mouth was red and moist. Like a fresh washed apple, I wanted to eat it. Her hands were embraced by gloves. As if to stop men from kissing her hand. She wore a colorful and vibrant maxi dress with beautifully colored red kitten-heels on her feet. Not too fancy, not too boring either, exactly my type. Her body reminded me of beer bottles, perfectly structured and attractive. She had the beauty that would make a detective forget about her crimes.

I noticed her hair and clothes were all wet and the sun was shining upon her, and Zeus, she was gorgeous.  My male instincts immediately reacted to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Before she could walk any further away from me, I called out to her.

"Hey!"

 I reached into the inside of the trench coat and pulled out a handkerchief. I walked up her with class, like a model on a runway, and handed her the handkerchief. 

"Here you go, beautiful lady."

"Oh, thank you very much." she said smiling.

The voice of an angel, I thought. 

Her eyes locked with mine. I smiled back like a dimwit. My cheeks were boiling hot. 

She was so attractive. I was astounded.

"Wow." 

"Huh?"

"Uh, you're really wet."

"Sherlock.." she blurted under her breath. 

Fierce.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHha ha haha ha ha ermm..."

"That's quite a laugh you got there." She said smiling once more. Immediately, my cheeks shifted upwards, again.

"Speaking of Sherlock, I actually a private detective."

"Really? That's cool."

Uninterested.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Well, I have to go now, thank you very much for the handkerchief, I really appreciate it."

"What? Oh, no problem, by the way, what's your name?"

I panicked. 

"My name-"

"Ares! Ares!!!!"

WHY 

IS 

HE

HERE??

Apollo came running like a bull from (supposedly)his place. From that moment on, we parted ways. It was an emotional event. Her shoes started clacking, clacking and clacking away from me. Ten seconds and I could no longer hear it, only Apollo's calling.