Creation

The Little Obsession

This chapter is an entry for the 'Paranormal Bodies' contest by the Mystery and Paranormal profiles.

Prompt : Monday Blues (#2)

"Detective Kingston?"

My head snapped leftwards. I met the gaze of a middle-aged man, with several golden badges on his blue uniform. I recognized him as my senior and interviewer, Detective Juan.

"Morning." I greeted curtly, and return to this terrifically thick book.

His boots creaked soundly on the paneled floor, and his meaty palm gripped the edge of my desk firmly.

"My, Kingston, I don't know you love to explore this realm." He said lightly, referring to the title of this book.

I sighed tiredly. It has only been three hours since I started skimming pages and it had felt like decades.

"There's an incident, detective." I stated. "Have you heard?"

His brows rise in confusion, and I assumed he hasn't.

I slammed the book shut after slipping a bookmark into it, and stood up from my desk chair.

Gazing into Detective Juan's questioning eyes, I said, "Come on detective, follow me to the hospital."

"-----"

"There's got to be a mistake.." Detective Juan narrowed his gaze from me back to the corpse. "It's you!"

"Then who am I, sir?" I replied sarcastically.

"Then who's she?" He asked back, scratching his nape confusedly.

"That's what I'm looking for! The autopsies are working for anything they could use as a proof for her identity." I explained breathlessly.

"And?" He inquired.

God, he wasn't this talkative and aggravating back at the interviews!

"Look, sir, I'm as clueless as you are. I was the earliest to enter the station this morning, and just, when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it mindlessly, and there she was, lying on the doorstep. I thought she passed out, but she didn't response to-"

"Excuse me, detectives? May I have your attention?" Suddenly a man, wearing a mask and robe in greens stood right behind us. Both of us immediately faced him.

I remained silent, but lucky that Detective Juan's a bit more polite than I do.

"Yes?" He asked.

"The autopsy results are out. We sent a copy to your institution's email, and may it be helpful."

"It'll help." I smiled dimly at the medic man. "Thank you, um-"

"We'll see you later." Detective Juan cut me off, and dragged me back to the elevator.

"-----"

"The tattoo kiosk said she addressed herself as Lavina Bennett." Jogi informed us as he stared at the screen attentively. "An African-Spanish. 25. Lived at Madrid, Spain. Both parents have a mansion here, not far away."

"And she's supposed to not look like me. I mean, she's a diva-lookalike and I'm a nerd in an officer uniform." I murmured thoughtfully.