One of thousand

Chapter 6

He stood still and looked at the passing cars, each of them exceeded the established speed for at least three times. This was due to the fact that today was Friday, the day when everything was going to come home early. In the glass of one of the passing cars could see the reflection of the low houses behind. The house was a mirrored building across the street. In the fifties of the last century in the street by one of the founders of the city were built a series of "mirror" of houses, like two drops of water similar to each other, the house was huge and subsequently the majority of these constructions has changed designation. One of the houses, the closest one across the road, re-formed at the police station. The front entrance had to be moved to front facade and extend, also, besides the color, the width of the Windows and entrance have not changed practically nothing. Alan has devoted nine years to the work of the inspector, and it seemingly meets the quiet life without a hint of rough continuation. With the backing of an extensive biography of Alan was in no hurry acquires a girlfriend. Bad experience does not allow him to find the right one, and the main reason is fear. Fear multifaceted, on the one hand he is afraid again of losing someone he loves, on the other hand afraid to be rejected. Script next day becomes more similar to the previous one. You cease to feel the world as it was before. It seems that everything stands still, not moving, but your head is a strong storm after which you do not understand how to gather lost thoughts. Loss leaves emptiness in the soul, strong will to look into it, and the weak will try quickly to fill the void, like it or not only time will tell, but it is notoriously unreliable comrade, if today it works for you, then tomorrow may unexpectedly start playing by your rules. After so many years, Alan still felt that empty space and maybe nothing would have cost to find a replacement, but at the same time, it seemed insurmountable. Today he hasn't thought the day promised to be at least not bad, Saturday morning foretold a cloudy but warm day. By the way Alan met his colleague Ryan, as usual, their conversation began without greetings.
- You have not sent the report yesterday? If not, I would like to take a look.
- It's important to you?
- You understand that the boss does not necessarily know the whole truth about the case Holsa who killed his entire family.
- Do you propose to hide facts is a crime.
But...
- I fucking do not care who told you to get rid of the evidence, but I will send a report based on what he saw and what was really. All the best. The day was perfectly ordinary, except for murder and three DUIs. Alan was not his office, of course he had his own table that he sat very rarely, most of his work he spent on the road. The last time he had to sit at the station almost constantly the case with the drunken girl in the shop was a gift, and the recent killing event, of which the police of new-berry, not seen for weeks. And one of the recent cases: rape of three prostitutes policeman amused the whole plot. Alan, as every employee of this structure knew their job inside and out. He worked here not the first day, although from time to time, quite rarely, there are cases that cause confusion, at least take the story with the wild prostitutes. Really enjoyed Alan, despite recent stagnation, he knew what was required of him. Workers at the station were too few municipal services reduced funding for law enforcement, so all that remained was to afraid to get laid off. None of the rest of the guys eating donuts and generally fatty foods, to replace the coffee in the team began to drink tea, except for one lady who overcame sixth decade, which did not appear at work without a flask of brandy. She had messy, short hair, she was tall, round, old lady, called Marl, probably the only one with whom you can laugh at the newbies in the breaks and get a huge dose of positivity. She always shared a sweet, her Desk stood in the middle of the common room. The only thing not carried Marll, it is sycophancy and too smiling people. Her irritated children, maybe it's due to the fact that children she had. At a time when another state got laid off, she knew everyone, with many she's worked for decades. Passing by her Desk you could get a friendly slap, or donut, in General, there is nothing to add, funny, sharp-tongued old woman, the soul of the company. After leaving many of my friends here was empty, staff would not have been so United as before. Only among those who did not leave her was Alan, notice it in the workplace all weekend. She never told anyone about his past, about his family, and not that everyone was exactly that one time she was asked about the family, but it was enough to see how it changes its appearance after the next issue, and one day it all stopped. Already two months she was not like before when it was held by Alan, her eyes flew sparkle, which she diligently tried to hide, perhaps her only friend in this deserted, lost its appeal.
I decided today to leave early, cover for me. Calm tone said Mill.
No problem. Came the reply from Alan. In fact, no one was interesting unauthorized leave anyone, everyone already do not care, for anybody not a secret that police has turned into commercial structure. In such a small town (39 thousand people) everybody knew the news and everything that happens, for example, the participation of a member of the urban chamber in the purchase of an expensive plot of land. Worked with him mainly people like Ryan, but he did not judge them poorly for liberty. Alan filled the paper, this case was in no hurry. The Sabbath day is considered as intermediate, it is considered both work and the weekends. It works like this: if you managed to get this thing out by Friday evening, then all weekend you're winnowing house, if on the other hand, you can not see the output as their own ears. Alan was missing one form, he long thought, where could he leave the paper. Parallel to examining the rest of the documentation, he realized where he dropped the document. Alan smoothly rose from the table, a few minutes later, he walked into the infirmary, the one in which he spent the night with Abby. He was in no hurry, time he had plenty. Not the first time he looked around the room that you've seen before countless times. This time it seemed to him not like always, he felt some kind of comfort in this place. His hand touched the grating, eyes fell on the place where Abby was sitting. Alan wondered: what is special about it? It is not yet clear. Entering the chamber, he thought to detect some forgotten thing, a reason to see or remember her. Hope was not justified, the chamber was empty. He regretted that he had not met her on the street, on the road no matter where. Now he had to settle for a moment, when he managed to touch the stranger, in that moment, when he took her hands in his, he had no idea how many times it will scroll it in my head.