The Adventures of Two Crappy Cops

Part 11

I thumbed the corner of the page with blood on it. John's blood. I sighed and looked up, my eyes immediately going to where he lay on the couch asleep in his living room. We'd driven to his apartment from Annabella's house in the rover and I promised to get John's car towed in the morning. He was right about the cut not being to deep. It didn't take long for it to stop bleeding but John's hoodie was ruined.

The diary was great and all but so far it was a lot of nothing. Just talk about the store or how so and so smiled at her or what her and Penelope did that day. I huffed and looked down again as I turned the page. My eyebrows shot up as I studied the page. It had clearly been written on but everything had been savagely crossed out except the last words at the bottom. 'Don't talk about it and it won't be real.'

Is there more to Annabella's past then we know? "Smitty?" John's husky tired voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "What's up?" He was watching me from the couch. "Come over here. I wanna sleep." He patted the couch and I walked over and sat down next to him but he pulled me down till I was laying next to him.

His arms snaked around my waist and I instantly felt comfortable. I laid my head on his chest and heard his head fall back against the cushions. "I love you Smitty." He mumbled. "I love you too John." I felt him shake his head. "Not in the same way." He murmured. I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant but his breathing had evened out.

Carefully I detangled myself from his arms and snatched the diary off the counter before walking back over. Rather then crawling back into his arms like I'd like to do I lifted his head gently and sat down. Then I set his head so it was laying in my lap.

I began to gently run my fingers through his hair while I turned back to reading though every once in a while I would find myself frowning and staring at the corner soaked in John's blood.

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I hated to wake John up when he was sleeping so peacefully but what I just read was important. I gently shook his shoulders. "Jahn, ya gotta wake up." He groaned. "Five more minutes moooom." "Hey up ass hat." I shook him harder but stop when he hissed in pain.

"Are you ok?" "Yeah yeah, my arm just hurts is all." "Oh, I'm sorry i didn't think about that." He opened his ocean eyes and stared up into my plain brown ones. He hummed and smirked. "Don't worry about me. I'm not big deal." "John-" I started, about to lecture him about how he is important and how he means the world to me but he reached up and covered my mouth.

"I mean it Smitt. Anyways, whatcha got there?" He looked to the diary in my hand. "I'm guessing you didn't wake me up for no reason." He uncovered my mouth and I sighed. "We need to go visit Balker again." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why? We already talked to him." I nodded. "But the diary says he gave Annabella the perfume." He hummed and pretended to stroke a beard.

"But they guy last night admitted to being the killer?" I shrugged, "Maybe Balker is a accomplice?" He nodded and then sat up. "Well What are we waiting for?" I shook my head. "Maybe you should stay home?" I suggest and he gasped and put a hand on his chest. "And leave you alone with a killer on the lose?! Not even a option."

"John I'm serious. You're hurt, I don't need you getting hurt more." "Smitt I'm serious to. I'm not letting you go out alone. Especially after last night." I sighed and shook my head. He did have a point, I'd be safer with both of us out there together. "Then come on One Arm Wonder." I said standing up. "Hey, I still have my other arm thank you!" He said jumping up after me and I laughed.

We took the elevator down and waved to Agatha who thankfully didn't recognize me. When John first moved in I flashed her my badge and told her I needed entrance to John's room to search for illegal contraband. The poor old lady had gotten to keys confused and gave me a spare master key and then completely forgotten that I had asked her. That didn't stop me from holding my breath every time I passed her though. Maybe a old woman shouldn't be running a apartment building?

We hopped into the rover since John's car still hadn't been brought back (the towing company promised to have it back by noon) and John assumed his normal sitting position. Feet on the dash, window down, vape pressed to his lips. "It's still early, should we go to his house?" I questioned and John thought for a moment. "Yeah, it can be more private that way to."

I started the car and John pulled out his phone. "Don't tell me you're going to play more smash mouth?" I groaned. "Smash mouth is a classic I'll have you know and no I'm not playing that. I'm playing Nickelback." I snorted. His phone blared to life with the familiar meme song and I pulled out of the parking lot with both of us singing purposely off-key.