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A simple day in the office

 It was November. Dorian Wilson was at the window of his office, smoking his trademark Davidoff cigarettes while thinking how much he detests this damn weather. His imaginations started travelling to places like Miami, although he has never been there. His thoughs gave him a slight smile, and the motivation to keep working towards that promotion of his. He'd love a trip to Miami with that raised wage. It didn't even have to be Miami, just somewhere hotter than his usual environment, to escape routine and just give himself the gift of vacation somewhere that he can leave murderers, thieves, rapists, abusers, dealers and whatever came along by being a police member behind. That was his dream, someone would say.

Someone is knocking on the door.
-"This is detective Humphrey, may I come in?"
Humphrey was a good man. He wasn't too bright or clever, but his guts and his intention to help people was astounding. 
Or that's what Wilson thought. He was never really connected emotionally with his cases, even thought he never failed to solve one. He thought that was the reason, and he was probably right. He regarded every case as a mere riddle, easily getting to the bottom of the it.
-"Yeah sure." Wilson said, almost in an emotionless fashion.
-"Chief said you needed to do something instead of sitting around all day doing nothing but drawing bullshit on report papers. We found a body. Suicide. Nothing special, but the way our fella chose to die."
-"Meaning..."
-"Meaning he tied a weight to his feet and threw himself in the river."
-"Why for?" 
-"Who knows, that's for us to discover."
-"Oi oi, that's tiring."
-"You're a fuckin' police officer Dorian. Get your shit together. Miami will have to wait if you dont come."
Wilson regretted telling his friend about Miami, but he was is only friend, he would ehvae gone mad if he had no one to speak to. No girlfriend, no family, no relatives, he had to have someone to talk to.
-"Lets just go already."
And so they left.