Falling Pieces

The Meeting

'Finally, I'm done'' I said as I plopped down a stack of papers. I collected my stuff and put them in my sling bag. At the time I worked in the local police station as a beat cop.

''Hey, Pete wait up," I looked over and Marcus, my buddy came running towards me. "Hey Marcus," I said nonchalantly.

"Where ya headed, You wanna grab a drink?''

"I would love to...But I'm picking up a couple of extra shifts down by the

'Swansons' "

"Seriously dude? This is the third night this week..." Marcus said as we started walking.

"Well...this job isn't exactly...well paying and I need to make ends meet somehow,"

"Fair enough...I'll meet you there, We can at least hang out there..."

"Yeah that sounds fun," I opened the door and went outside, The cold wind brushed against my face and I shivered a little "I'll see you there then?"

"Yeah sure," Marcus said as they parted ways. I walked towards the end of the street and took a right and off to my apartment. I walked for a while before finally reaching a building. It looked rather ancient, It had windows on each floor and a big sign that read, "Murphy". It was supposed to be "Murphy's" But the 's' had torn off.

he chuckled a little

So I walked up to the front door took out a key and opened it walking inside. It was a narrow hallway. There was a single flickering bulb, hanging above my head, suspended by a wire. A motel ice machine stood in the corner next to an apartment door. I climbed up the stairs and reached the third-floor landing. I opened a door to my right which had a sign with the number '309' on it and went inside.

"You know you don't have to recount every detail,"

"eh, I wanna though,"

"Sure as you wish,"

It was a small room, With a bead and a closet in a corner. A fridge and a cooktop were opposite to the bed on the slab. There was another door which lead to the bathroom and next to the bed a mirror. They weren't pristine living conditions but I make did. I tossed my bag on the bed and changed into a plain white shirt and a black vest, Putting on a nametag. I went to the mirror and aimlessly tried to straighten out my hair. That never really worked. My hair just does its own thing.

I made myself a sandwich wrapped it and put it in my bag along with a bottle of water.

I went out the door, locking it behind me, And proceeded to walk down the stairs. Around that time was an all-time low in his life. I had nothing. I had to leave my dream job in the navy, to move back to the city to take care of my Mom. She was killed a year ago. We did the investigation and came up short. The case was closed and no further investigation was done even after I requested the C.O. I was depressed since then. Now and then I broke down, and I'd cry in the bathroom, God knows how much I loved her and miss her every day.

He wiped a tear from his face,

"Peter we can do this sometime later if you're not-"

"No no I'm fine..."

"Ok what happened next,"

I walked towards the street and sat in a cab. I told the driver where I was going and we took off. After a good fifteen minutes or so, He halted near a club. The entrance was made of bricks, and had a large neon sign that read, "The Swanson's".

I got out of the cab paid the driver and entered.

It would have been completely dark if there hadn't been the disco lights. They were flashing incredibly fast, and the music blared from the speakers. I walked over to the bartender there.