Zander's Mission

Chapter 1

Saturday, July 03, 2021 - 8:34 pm
1st District Windsby Station

Jean's POV

Cases. Cases. Cases. Oh, finally something interesting—wait, never mind.

I glanced at the old man, engrossed in his newspaper, a cup of coffee balanced in his left hand.

"No interesting cases today?" I asked him, but he continued to read his newspaper like he didn't hear me, "Hello?"

"Oh," he finally said, setting his coffee on the desk, glancing up, "Ako ba kinakausap mo pamangks?"

I looked around our office—cubicles stretching in every section—then looked back at him, "No sh*t," he glanced around, realizing we were the only two here.

I skimmed through the files on my desk again once more, hoping I missed something engaging. Hindi nakaka-enganyo ang mga nakikita ko.

"Sorry, my dear," he apologized, sipoing his coffee again, "Alam mo naman na tahimik ang lungsod nation, simula nung nagsimula ka magtrabaho dito. If there was a case, they wouldn't give it to because you'll find them... boring," he emphasized the last word, making me roll my eyes as I leaned my back on my swivel chair.

Uncomfortable, but manageable. It's not like we work in some fancy precinct with top-notvh office furniture.

Tsk. Why am I even stuck in this city? Yeah... I forgot. I have to be in this city.

Deen Borch is my mother's little brother. He's the old man who took care of me after my parents' deaths until I grew up. I managed to care for myself by the age of eighteen, and while he insisted I stay at his hone, his help was already enough.

"Detective Zander. May murder case po—" the police officer greeted but did not get to finish his sentence when he noticed my foul mood. He just placed the piece of paper with information about the crime and quickly left my table.

"Not taking it," I whispered to myself as I clicked my tongue in annoyance. Another boring murder. A killing spree would be nice. Though, that would mean that everyone would panic.

"Hmmm? Ayaw mong puntahan?" my uncle asked me, still reading the newspaper

"Bakit naman? It's a sudden case, so they don't really have anyone to call kaya ako ang naiwan na tambakan ng trabaho," I replied as I leaned back in my chair. Yet, I couldn't stop looking at the piece of paper on my desk. My boredom will slowly kill me kf I don't get my sh*t together soon.

"And it was handed to you because other stations may not be able to handle it and wants you to take over," I stared at him with a raised eyerbrow, "Ohh~ Papa Borch was not called because they want smart Zander to do it~" he mocked me, laughing at his own joke. I did not find it funny. Upset, I ignored him, "Puntahan mo nalang kaya? If none of those cases on your desk interests you, this one might,"

What good will this boring murder do for me anyway? "Tsk. Fine," tumayo na ako sa upuan ko, "Finish that coffee tapos sumunod ka sa akin," tinuro ko siya pero tumawa lang siya. Pagsasabihan ko ulit sana siya pero ayokong magsayang pa ng laway.

Inayos ko na lahat ng gamit ko na dadalhin. I got my phone and keys. Oh, my notes. And of course, my gun

"I'm busy," he said sarcastically, making me scoff. I rolled my eyes at his grin.

"Lazy old man," I told him, patting his shoulder. I just heard him laugh again and the crumpling papers as I leave the station

I've been doing this job for years and I hadn't had any captivating cases. Most were mostly about murders, suicide, theft—which are common. Suicide caused by school or family pressures, someone affiliated with the wrong group, or some dramatic backstories of the victims, et cetera et cetera. Very common.