3 years ago. 21st august
Davina Clarke arrived home cheerfully calling out to her husband. She was pregnant with his first child and had gone to buy cosmetics and clothes for her baby.
Davina: Brian...I'm home (As she closed the door behind her)
She went in the living room and saw her husband watching TV but still. She smiled thinking he was asleep.
Davina: Oh Brian...! Wake up honey (As she tapped his shoulder) it smells bad in here
He didn't move. She turned and laid her shopping bag on the floor.
Davina: I really need a massage (As she removed her coat)
She heard something fall down.
Davina: What's that? (As she turned to see Brian lying down) Brian (As she approached him)
She saw blood running down his face where they had shoot him. She panicked
Davina: No...no Brian ... (Shaking her head) Not you my love ...Nooo (Screaming)
She fainted.
***
Now.
Michael woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning as usual and made himself a cup of coffee. Emily had left a tray of buns in the cupboard so he ate some.
He heard footsteps coming downstairs and already knew who it was.Jordan, his youngest son. He entered the kitchen grinning.
Jordan: Morning dad
Michael: Morning Champ! Up so early today.
Jordan: Yeah I know I just wanted to wish you a nice day; I forgot to write you a note.
Jordan was 15 years old. He was Michael's youngest son. He would always write him a note to wish him a nice day which would make Michael happy enough to love him more.
Michael: Anything else you wanna tell me before I go to work? (Smiling)
Jordan: Yeah we're playing today with the Wolves so don't miss, okay?
Michael: What time?
Jordan: 5 pm
Michael nodded.
Michael: Sure I'll be there.
Jordan: Then I'll see you later.
He went back upstairs. Emily came in and kissed him on the lips.
Emily: I kept some buns for you in the cupboard.
Michael: I ate them
Emily smiled as she caught sight of the empty tray.
Emily: Jordan was up so early today, what's wrong? (As she sat next to him)
Michael: Nothing! He's just ... you know...
Emily: Never mind. Hurry up or you'll be late (Smiling)
Michael gulped down his breakfast and left.
At the office.
Michael bumped in the superintendent Jeremy McGuire.
Jeremy: Morning Mike.
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Glaring Eyes
General FictionDetective Inspector Michael Haller is caught up in a twist after the deceased Brian comes back as a ghost and asks him to get justice for his death. But this case is very dangerous to his family. Now he has to choose between the power of people an...
