[EN] Please Stop Hacking Me: A Detroit Story

Chapter 3

Connor scared up after Hank warned him to not take that MP3 Player and play this song ever again. He was scared and kind of confused why Hank did this.

„Again... What are you doing here?" Hank asked Connor, giving him a salty glance.
„I-i wanted to look if everything is okay, L-lieutenant" Connor studded nervous. He knew that Hank doesn't believe him that much but at last he does... Kind of.
„But... By the way... Before I came in... A young man was standing in front of your house" he added and looked at Hank who was looking at Connor with a glance that he would kill him anytime.
„He... He had brown hair which was alreade wet when I got out of the Taxi. I also guess he had brown eyes too..." He continued.
„Did he had freckles..." Hank interrupted and watched at Connor. Connor shook his head. „I didn't saw it. It was dark" he answered, then continued: „he wore a black leather jacket with dark-blue pockets and a dark trousers. I'm not sure if Jeans or sweatpants. Under his Leather jacket he wore a white shirt with a black logo on it. I guess... It was a L and a P. When I asked him about his name he said I should call him lil' P."

Hank raised his head and looked at Connor.
„When I think that it is this person who I know very well... Then I know who you mean. And lil' P. was his nickname..." Hank said quiet, playing with a ring in his hands which was glowing blue. Connor didn't recognize what it was and looked at Sumo. The male dog sat next to Connor and watched him.
„If you want... You can stay the night here, Connor... I... I don't think that a Taxi to the Detroit Police Department is available at this time" Hank suddenly said quiet and stood up from the kitchens chair to get a pillow and a blanket for Connor.
„Um... Lieutenant... I-i don't ne-" Connor began but got interrupted.
„Shut up your mouth... I'll get ya' a pillow and a blanket and you will sleep ON the the sofa... And you'll not stand here and go in the stand by mod, understood?"
Hank was talking to Connor like to a little boy. Like... A worried Dad would talk to his little boy. Connor was surprised. That surprised that the didn't noticed that Hank came back with a pillow and a blanket and put Jim on the sofa.
Shortly he came back to reality and looked at Hank.
„Lieutenant Andeson?" Questioned Connor careful. Hank turned around and watched him.
„Why... Why I'm not allowed to play that song again?" Connor continued carefully, waiting for a answer by Hank.
„I have my reasons..." Hank started, looking for Connors reaction. „But you'll know soon or later" the Lieutenant continued and went to bed.
Now Connor had to deal alone with that answer.

The next day - November, 8th: morning

It was half past 2 p.m. at the afternoon and Pete stood in front of the Detroit Police Department. Short DPD. It was raining slightly but it didn't bother him that much. He wished he could walk in like he'd never left. But his old boss, Jeffrey, wouldn't be very happy to see him again after almost 2 years.
He thought... Nobody would ever look him in the eyes again. Even Hank. Suddenly he felt something on his left leg and he looked down on it.
„Oh! It's you again" he said surprised. It was that cat he found outside the Eden Club. He kneeled down to the cat and looked at it. He wasn't sure which gender it was but he knew one thing: it's fur color was tortoiseshell. Not the white, orange and black spotted ones. These with a main fur color black or dark brown and two lighter colors like blonde and maybe white or light brown. You could compare them with a choco cookie or like that. That's it!
„Ya' know what? I'm gonna name you Cookie! What do you think of that, little one?" Pete said excited and slowly moved his index finger toward the cat. It sniffed on it, then pushed it's nose against Pete's fingertip with a soft purring. He began to smile, lifted up the cat and held it like a newborn in his arms. Cookie was still purring und gently pushed it's paws against Pete's leather jacket. He smiled even brighter and petted the cats belly.
Suddenly he heard a familiar sound. It sounded like a car... Hanks car! He hid quickly behind some garbage containers and pressed Cookie softly against his chest, trying not to squeeze it. He wanted to go back so damn much. But... Was it possible?