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"I told you it's a good movie" said Juliette, while opening the door to their apartment with the fingerprint scanner. I never liked using technology for protecting our house, I thought it could easily malfunction, but my best friend insisted on buying one, and me being a good friend, I let her spend our money on it.
"Good was my ass" I remarked and throw my jacket on the counter. "The plot was horrible, not even speaking of the characters, they acted like children. It was so unreal" My critique made me remember my high school years when I was going to movie club after school once a week. I cringed because of the memory, I was such a nerd.
"It was horrible, huh?" she asked. "So that's why you laughed at every single joke"
"I didn't!"
"You totally did" Juliette sat down on the couch. "But you also laugh at everything, so you're forgiven"
"Thank you, you're majesty" I opened the refrigerator and I took out a beer. I also looked for something to eat, but It was Juliette's duty to cook that night, so I closed it.
"We should clean the house this weekend" Juliette said as I sat beside her. I turned on the TV with my voice. "I'll have some friends come over next week and it would be such a shame if this place looked like this"
"But we just cleaned" I sighed opening my beer.
"Yeah, like a month ago" she stole my beer and drank from it. "Look, as soon as we'll have the money, we will buy an android but until then, you have to clean." I looked over to the counter where the 'Android jar' was set. We put money everyday in it, but it was still half empty. "We wouldn't need one if you weren't so lazy"
"I'm not" I said. "I just work a lot and I'm tired all the time"
"So am I. Anyways..." She started but was cut off by the ringing of my mobile.
"Hold on" I told her as I searched for my phone. "Freya Anderson"
"Hey Freya, It's Chris" greeted the deep voice she knew very well from work.
"Hi Chris. What happened? You know I have the night off"
"Yeah I know" he said. "But we called Hank in and he's not answering his phone. It's a homicide case, a man was found dead in his own house. Hank should be investigating right now, but he's probably in some bar getting drunk. Would you mind taking a look?"
"For god's sake" I sighed. "Hank owes me one. So are you"
"Thank you. I'll let Officer Collins know you're on the case." he hung up and I got up swearing frustratedly.
"Duty calls" I told Juliette as I took my leather jacket on. It was a bit cold outside for wearing this, but I didn't care at this point. "Don't wait for me, I'm probably gonna be late. Oh and I'm also taking your car"
It took me half an hour to get to the crime scene. It was in the most poor part of Detroit. There were already some TV people to ask a few questions about the homicide, but they were standing behind a tape. I got out of the car and pushed myself through the crowd as I crossed the crime tape. I nodded to the officer next to me and I walked up to the house.
