|Dumpster Girl (standard:mystery, 471 words) [1/3] show all parts|
|Author: Christopher Connolly||Updated: Apr 10 2008||Views/Reads: 2572/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Leo Bower - a detective who lost his wife in a retaliation mob shooting investigates the murder of a teenage girl found in an alley|
Leo lit a cigarette and pulled his car away from the alley, once out of sight of the other officers he slammed a fist on the steering wheel and shouted “Why?” to a world that wasn't listening. He had been working homicide for twelve years and it never got any easier. Today it was a teenage girl found in a dumpster, Leo had stared into her glassy eyes, her face contorted with the fear that must have been her final moments and he swore silently to her that he would find her killer. As he drove along the streets of L.A towards his home in the hills he shook his head, wondering why he was still here. He had promised himself that he would retire to Montana and spend his days fly-fishing and writing his memoirs. But this city sucked you dry and tossed you onto a bed of frustration, leaving you wanting more and hating yourself for it. He parked his car on the street outside his apartment block and shivered. The night was cold and he was reminded of a Robbie Burns saying “Ne-er cast a clout til May is out”. Dammit, thinking about Scotland reminded him of Susan and the magical afternoon they had spent on Lock Lommond, the boat drifting gently on the caressing waves, while Susan read poetry to him and he gazed on her beautiful feautures, thinking God must have been feeling generous to send such an angel down to earth. Scotland seemed like a million years ago now as he turned the key to his front door. He couldn't bring himself to leave here yet, even though the blood-stained walls reminded him every day of that terrible day when he had returned home to find his beloved wife riddled with the bullets rom a mob gun. He had held her in his arms and cursed the same God who brought them together, Susan had lifted a trembling finger and pressed it to his lips, even as she died she knew what he was thinking. Her last word had been “Disco”, before her eyes widened and blood bubbled from her soft lips. He knew it was some clue as to the identity of her killer. Leo had made many enemies in the mob, his stern approach to organised crime and refusal to be bribed had earned him the title ‘Uomo Steelio' or ‘Man of Steel'. He opened the fridge and stared at the bare contents. He hadn't shopped for days, Susan had been the one who held everything together, he would spring up the stairs every evening in anticipation of her warm buns. He pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch, turned on the television and wondered how to start on this new murder case. To be continued... Tweet
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