Aaliyah
I head down the corridors until I reach the one leading up to my office. I grab the door handle when I reach it, and step into the room.
“What did I tell you about knocking St-...Oh sorry Aaliyah, I thought you were Harry,” Angie smiles apologetically, looking up from her computer.
“It’s fine,” I assure, closing the door and taking a seat in my swivel chair.
I sip aimlessly on the glass of water which has arrived on my desk since I left, and continue reading through all the articles on my computer screen. A loud ringing comes from the phone on Angie’s desk around twenty minutes and she picks it up and presses it to her ear.
“Yes, this is Detective Winters,” she answers, “Yes we can come right away...Harroway road...we’ll be there asap.”
She puts the phone down soon after that and gestures for me to follow her out of the room.
“What’s happened?” I ask, following her into another room similar to my high school’s changing room.
“Fifteen year old boy, unidentified, bullet holes in his body, in an alleyway on Harroway road,” Angie explains, going to a locker and opening it. “This is your locker by the way,” she adds pointing to the one beside hers. “45, 23, 72,” she says, passing me a post-it note with the combination on it.
“Thanks.”
Once both our lockers are open, we take out the outfits hanging up and lay them out on the benches behind us.
“Have you been allocated a gun yet?” Angie asks, taking the black work trousers off the hanger and proceeding to change into it.
“No not yet,” I reply, picking up my own trousers and slipping into them.
Angie smiles. “Okay. If we get ambushed, just stay behind me.”
I laugh. “Will do.”
Her smile drops slightly. “I’m not joking. Seriously, get behind me if we’re being shot at.”
“Oh...okay.”
As we’re beginning to change into our tank tops - mine white, and Angie’s teal to match her eyes - the door suddenly bursts open and in walks a figure. It’s the guy that was with Angie earlier.
“Hey Angie, did you get the call about the-”
“Liam!” Angie shouts, running towards him. I cover myself with my blouse, and put it back on as quickly as possible. “Get out, we’re changing!”
He face blushes bright red. “I am so sorry! I thought you were the only one in here,” he says to Angie as she grabs his arms and swivels him around to face the door; giving me some privacy.
“It...It’s fine,” I stammer, changing into my tank top and signalling for Angie to let him go.
He turns back around and waits for Angie to finish changing before continuing what he was saying before. “So did you get the call? About the boy in the alleyway.”
She nods. “Yeah we did, we’re just changing and then we’ll be on our way. Are you coming?”
“No, Wolfy doesn’t think it has anything to do with gangs so he’s making me and the boys stay behind,” he explains, running a hand over his stubble. He is really handsome.
“Oh okay. See you when we get back then.” Angie kisses him on the cheek and then gestures for me to follow her out of the room.
When we’re in the hallway and the door has shut behind us, I turn to Angie with a huge grin on my face.
