Ashes to Ashes [4]

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Chapter Four:  The Little Girl In The Red Jacket

                David didn’t get it.  He didn’t get a single bit of it.  He couldn’t understand why he had this shitty job.  Nor could he fathom why he had a partner like this, or why everything seemed to be turning into shit nowadays.  It was as if something was working full time against him.  Like, some other force was keeping him from feeling the emotion of happiness, something David has almost never felt.  As if God himself has bestowed upon him the curse of a million condemned souls just for shits and giggles.  He felt oppressed, as if a mysterious figure was just clinging to his back, forcing him closer and closer to the shit trodden ground.

                He smacked himself in the head.  Get those fucking thoughts out of your head, David.  You have an awesome job that people can only imagine, a hot as fuck wife, one beautiful kid, and so much other shit you should be smiling like some cocky fucker right now.  He breathed in, and out.  In, out, in, out, creating a constant, soothing rhythm.  Meditation, just one of the many bullshit things David had picked up along the road to this day.  With this kind of tension in the air, it seemed as if the world were meant for this day.

                Huey came in, and threw his chair into the wall.

                “MOTHERFUCKER!!!”  The veins on his neck were threatening to erupt, and spew out liters of raging, boiling blood that seemed to just writhe underneath that thin layer of skin.

                “She’s like a fucking rock!!  I can’t believe it, it absolutely blows my fucking mind, David.  It really does.”  He cradled his face in his hands, and growled.  David just sighed.

                “She is a tough one.”  That girl.  Something wasn’t right.  Hell, nothing was.  She wouldn’t say a thing.  No matter what.  It was as if she was being threatened with death.  Everyone in headquarters knew about her.  Everyone knew about the case.  They were jealous of David and Huey.  But, most of all, they were scared of the girl.  They all had a copy of that call.  And all of them get chills, that feeling in your spine.  Everyone did.  No exceptions.

                The girl in the red jacket.  The little girl in the red jacket.  Saying it, constantly, like it was her name.  Something official, standard.  Code Red.  David laughed at the little joke inside his head.  Huey looked at him, furious.

                “What the hell is so funny, David?  Really, tell me, because I would love a fucking laugh right about now.”  David sighed.

                “Huey, calm down.  Just a joke I heard earlier today.”  Huey laughed.

                “A joke?  You’re thinking of a fucking joke?  Come the fuck on, David!  Seriously?”  David just shook his head.  He stared right at Huey.

                “Look, getting pissed isn’t going to help this investigation of yours, ok?  Perhaps you should calm down a bit, and analyze her facial expressions.  Maybe she was hiding something?  If you would snap out of that little rampage of yours, you would be able to see that.”  Huey just stared at David, angry, confused.  Then, he blinked, and put his hands on the back of his head.

                “Damnit, kid.  You’re right.  I guess I’m just used to retarded cases, if we get any at all.”  David smiled.

                “Good.  Now, analyze, and, after you get some results,” David stood up, “Call me.  Because I’m ready to hit the sack.”  Huey looked at his watch.

                “Alright.  It is getting late.  You head home kid, you’ve done good so far.  I’ll wrap up here, then tomorrow, it’s your turn.”  David smiled, picked up his bags, and left the room.