JESSICA'S POV
I barely got any sleep after what happened the previous night. The date, well I mean, the friendly drink between partners was great but after I saw him, it all came back to me, the good and the bad. I showered and wore jeans, black boots, black t-shirt and an orange suede leather jacket. I grabbed my keys but, oh shit, I remembered I had no car and I had to find a taxi on a busy day in L.A, how hard could it be?
My phone then rang, it was Vincent.
"Not a good time Vini boy."
"Oh I was just wondering if you are ready."
"Ready? Ready for what? I'm not at work yet."
"I know I was with you yesterday remember? I came to pick you up, so are you ready?"
I froze for a second trying to realize what he had just said and then replied "Yes, yeah I'm coming." I said and hung up.
I walked out the door and saw Vincent waiting for me in his car. I approached and hit the top of his car in order for him to notice me.
"Hey, I figured you will need a ride." he said.
"Yeah I appreciate it." I said and got in the car.
"You kidding? What are partners for?" he said and started driving.
As we were getting close to the precinct we were also getting close to the café I was buying my morning coffee daily and I definitely needed that coffee. Some are drug addicts other sex addicts apparently I'm a coffee addict, nobody is perfect alright?
"Hey can you make a turn here?"
"Sure why?"
"I'll buy some coffee you want some?"
"Yeah sure."
We arrived at the café, parked and got in.
"Good morning, did you order?" the ginger haired employee wondered.
"No. Umm I would like a caramel latte." I said.
"A caramel macchiato thanks."
"Are they for here or out?"
"Out." i said.
"Coming right away." the employee said and started preparing them with a co-worker of hers.
"So, here is where your precious coffee is being prepared." Vincent said
"Yeah... Coffee helps me operate better."
"I see... Trouble sleeping?"
"You can say that."
"Hmm.. Have you taken anything for it?"
"Like pills and shit? Nah they make it worst."
"Have you seen anyone about it?"
"Yeah... When I was younger, they said that only i know what is this and how to stop it."
"Do you?"
"I haven't figured out yet."
"Are you having nightmares?"
"Yeah, in a way."
"What are you dreaming about?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Your coffees." the employee said and put them in front of us "They are 8.65 dollars."
Vincent reached for his wallet when I said.
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My own worst enemy
Mystery / ThrillerJessica was a very popular, tough, cold, badass detective who was living in L.A. She and her partner Vincent had solved many crimes through their careers. One day a case so disturbing was given to them that no one could believe that a human being co...
