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John has to deal with loss in his life and find the answers only he can answer. |
Ab Irato 2 When I finally got to the office after the two accidents, the chief of police called me into his office, yet again I was very glad for the euphoria to have already set in, hopefully it would help me just smile through the whole “session”… lets hope anyway. After I got my desk all set up I began heading towards his office and it was all I could do to not to smile there was nobody in the whole precinct who could go in her office five times in a week and still come out with a job, all the old crew knew what had really happened with me and why I would go in their, but all the new guys had no clue, and that’s the way I liked it. I stood in his office waiting for him to say something to me, but he just kept typing away on his computer and looking at a file I couldn’t see the file but all I could guess was that maybe it was finally my time, I guess karma has a weird sense of humor like that, think your safe for even an instant and there yah go your done ka-poot finished, but I still just waited, even with the panic hitting me that if I lost this I would loose everything the two funerals had me in the negative numbers and I had to mortgage my house, if I lost this job I would never be able to keep up with the payments. Again all I could do was except the reality of it all and just cope with it, so I stood their waiting… a few long deep breaths later Wess turned to me, he looked pale as a ghost, the look like he had to let down an old friend and he couldn’t help it. “Wess don’t worry about it what ever it is I can take it… what ever it is I will find a way to make ends meet.” “What do you mean John? What did you think I was going to fire you? Even through all of this your still one of my best workers, I mean yah you’re not in the field anymore but I didn’t want you out there with all of this so recent… It’s about your family….” “What about them! Did you find the murderer or get some new clues! I mean I know I am not really supposed to be privy to that information, but come on its my wife and my daughter! Please don’t leave me out on this one please” I hadn’t meant to sound like I was begging but I just couldn’t help it, all the euphoria was gone now my head was crystal clear and the only thoughts I could get through were that of my dead wife and daughter and the murder, all I could think of was revenging them and settling old scores. “ok John you know I am not supposed to tell you this stuff but its been almost a year and we still had nothing up till today that is… sometime in the night your wife and daughters bodies were dug up and stolen, and the caretaker for the cemetery was murdered before I show you this file you have to promise me that you wont go crazy if I show you this file, if you do I will say I just forgot it on the desk and you saw it while I was talking to you…” Well at least it nice to know human nature will always prevail and no matter how good of a friend you may think someone is they will always be looking after their own asses first. “Ok Wess. I will stay calm and besides your helping me find this guy this thing, how much good do you think it will do if I go crazy on you, nothing it will just get me locked up in a padded room… so can I please see the files.” “Here John, but I am warning you the caretakers death was gruesome, nothing you could ever imagine…” It was weird I never saw Wess look so pale as he did right now he was always a stone impervious to the cases we had here, one time he had to go threw the files for a guy who had burn to death, and he never even flinched. It made me a little uneasy that he was so squeamish, maybe it was just because its pertained to my family, maybe not. “John I was thinking if you want to take the files home and look at them, instead of in the office that would be fine, I made these copies for you anyway?” Wess was always suggesting things verses saying what he really wanted you to do for instance “John I was thinking if you want to take the files home and look at them, instead of in the office that would be fine, I made these copies for you anyway?” really meant just bring the files home so if you freak out at least their wont be any people who see it. “Yah maybe your right Wess maybe I should just take them home incase, right. I will leave the files in here for now and pick em up at the end of the day ok?” “No problem John… if you need anyone to..” “Wess stop worrying so damn much it will be ok I promise.” It was probably a lie but hey its what he wanted to hear, I mean its common sense that no one wants to hear your sob stories, its just polite to offer your assistance, no one really likes it when you take them up on their offer, usually in the back of their heads they are cursing them selves out for it. Oh well it nice of him to follow our countries social standard for being polite. The rest of the day actually wasn’t so bad I mean I had the file floating on all my thoughts and all I wanted to do was go and read it but I knew I probably would break down or go “crazy” like Wess had said but odds are I would collapse into my self and just be in a whole other world, but I wasn’t going to test it, just because Wess is looking out for himself he is taking a big chance on me, and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like to try to juggle friendship and handling a case like this. The whole day I was trying to keep the fact that my families bodies were stolen out of my head, and drowning myself with all the paper work I had seemed to be working but I knew that the second I got home and opened up the file I was going to be drowning in a lot more then just paper. Sitting at my desk with all this paperwork it occurred to me that all I do now is highlight files and only mediocre ones like traffic violations all I do is go through them, organize and put them into the system. For that moment I was a little depressed, I went from a street cop slash detective to a nobody behind a desk. Nothing like a reality check to boost the ol self-esteem. Every time I go down a path like this all I can think of is how much I miss and just want to be with my wife and daughter. I think what makes the whole thing worse for me is the fact that I am not a religious person, so to me when you die that’s it your done your gone, now that’s really depressing isn’t it. Sometimes its nice to shroud your life with faith verse what you can feel, touch and what’s just real. Course that would be to easy to accept. I mean come on blind faith, I have nothing against it but I don’t like to have false hope no matter what the dogma, anyway maybe this is just another one of those stages that my quack told me about. About 10 cups of coffee later my shift was over, I packed everything up and went to see Wess for the file, just before I knocked on the door, I started to wonder if I really should do this, and would it help me, or should… “John is that you? Come in already would you, I don’t like it when people hover around my door you know that.” We talked for a little while and then he gave me the file and I tucked it into my bag and that was it. He told me again that he was there for me if I needed anyone to talk to, and again I said that I would be fine. The whole ride home I was resisting the urge to stop and look at the files, it was like this unbearable addiction, I have only been addicted to hat gave everything that surreal affect cigarettes but even then I think I would rather have to quite smoking all over again then have to read this file or even have the opportunity to read it. The truth is that I do want to read it but I am afraid of what I might do and the thought hit me that I really might be dreaming all of this, by all odds it was just the euphoria that gave everything that surreal affect, I knew I wasn’t dreaming but I pinched myself anyway… When I got home it was around 9 pm and I decided to have a cup of coffee, before I looked at the files. |