I have to find out what happened. I have to find out who did this. I have to put a bullet in their skull.
The police station was clean and smelled like a hospital. The guy at the desk, Sergeant Something-or-other, didn’t want to let me see the records, but I’m good at convincing people.
“If you need help finding anything, I’ll be back upstairs at the desk.” He said, standing on the bottom stair, “I probably shouldn’t be letting you do this…” He shook his head and turned around to head back up the stairs.
November 10th. It was her birthday. Somehow, I knew this wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t have been a random act of violence.
“…victim was found on front porch of residence…” I whispered to myself in the cold light of the basement. “…entry wound found of front of chest… exit wound not found… firearm only plausible murder weapon…” This wasn’t adding up. I printed out a copy of the case report. Maybe I can find someone who will have something to say about this.
As I grabbed the papers from the printer, I heard a voice talking to the cop upstairs, “Excuse me, Officer.” It was Felix.
I stuffed the papers in my backpack, the side with the guns. No one is taking this stuff from me. I can’t let anyone get in the way of me finding out the truth. I bolted for one of the basement windows. It wasn’t locked. I shimmied though the portal as two sets of footsteps descended the stairs. The window snapped shut behind me.
“Odd…” The Sergeant said to himself, “Could have sworn I didn’t hear that kid leave.”
I didn’t see or hear Felix after that, I was too long gone. I need to break that fucking camera.