Too Hot to Breathe

Two Officers, One Psycho and One Detective

The Police arrived shortly after. I didn't pull him out the car so I wouldn't tamper with the crime scene, even though I wanted to know what had happened to him. I doubted he would not know how to drive but still buy a car... I mean, if he was such an activist like he seemed to be, he would've just walked home if he didn't knew how to drive. A police officer came out of a Police car with his partner, and he started yelling at me for being inside of his crime scene. 

- Calm down... Detective James Atton. - He looked at me, thinking I was still not quite off the hook. 

- I'm John Atkins, and this is my partner, Julie Watson. - She waved at me. - Just because you're not a normal person doesn't mean you have to the authorization to tamper with my crime scene. 

- Well, I can assure you that I have done nothing to your crime scene, Mr. Now, that man was behind me on the road and crashed into a lightning pole over there. I don't think it was the accident that killed him.

- What do you mean? - Watson asked.

- Well, before we crashed he was already at least unconscious, with his head on the horn. He fell with it on there, or else I wouldn't have heard the horn for like 5 seconds... 

- Really? - Watson was now curious. 

- Watson, calm down. We'll leave the conclusion to the autopsy report. But I think we're done here, Mr. Atton. Give us a call if you find or remember something that you didn't tell us yet.

I hadn't told them about the supposed crimes, but that was on purpose. I said goodbye, got into my car and went back home. I arrived and Hannah was watching TV. 

- Hey, darling.

- Hey. How was the beach? 

- Deadly... Some random dude told me he had killed two people and then got into a car accident and died. 

- That's... Morbid, I guess.

- Gruesome. - I added.

- Still... It's gotta be a little exciting. It's a murder! It's the Universe giving you a sign to move on from Robert and Stan. - She said those words brutally cold. Sometimes I thought she was a psychopath, no joke. She seemed so innocent on the outside but she faced death in a very weird way. She found adrenaline on life or death scenes, mainly the ones that included Stella. 

- The only thing that gives signs in this universe, would be the construction workers. But yeah, I'm moving on. - I said. - At least now you'll stop bugging me about them. - I whispered. She looked at me with her deadly beautiful eyes. 

- So what's the next step? - She asked, getting off the couch.

- Well, I think I'll go by the Police tomorrow to see if they found any clues yet. 

-Wait, you didn't take the case?

- Nah, they didn't let me. I think that they assumed it had been an accident.

- Well, - she suggested - maybe he killed himself. He could've been feeling awful about what he had done so he decided to kill himself.

- Nah, it doesn't fit with the all scenery. - I countered. - I'm pretty sure he was unconscious before he died. If he was going to kill himself, the accident would have done the job for him, at least in my opinion. 

- Maybe... Who knows? 

- Mr. Nature does. Believe me, Mr. Nature knows. - I said, going into the bedroom. - I'll probably leave in a little while. Scratch my plan of going to the Police tomorrow... I'll see if I can find anything.