The younger police officer wasn’t sure what to feel when he stayed in the flat
alone. Was he crazy for not being able to let it go? He hoped the other officer
wasn’t mad. He seemed unforgiving, and frankly a guy no one would like to be on
bad terms with. None the less, he couldn’t just forget it, not even now. And
what the heck, it already cost him enough not to investigate a little when he
had a chance. He was in the flat alone. Although it didn’t feel that way, while
the body was still there. It was judging him. He felt as if the dead man was
asking him “Really? C’mon, man, I’m dead and you just stand there, doing
nothing? Well thanks a lot…”
That was it. The officer closed the front door and looked around, trying to
take in everything at once. The place looked like a happy family home. Only the
officer wasn’t a man to trust the first impressions. He liked details, the
often told a clearer story. The nice flat could belong to anybody, he needed to
get closer to its inhabitants, to get to know them a little. He started with
the two personal computers he found, but soon realised they weren’t going to be
of any help. Both password protected and neither of them seemed to react to the
child’s name/birthday or any other likely choices.
The more surprised the officer got when he realised that there was a tablet
computer in the flat too, but there was no password needed to get in. And thank
God for people who never log off apps like Facebook. Soon he was reading the
man’s conversations, looking through the photos he captured, emails he
received, documents he downloaded. The picture that started appearing in front
of him looked nothing like his partner’s. What’s more, it started to look to
him as if someone was better off without this guy. He had to talk to his
partner and although he wasn’t very excited about the conversation, he felt
some guilty pleasure from the told-you-so part that would come eventually too.
*****
“Have ya lost your mind?” saying that the older cop wasn’t happy about being
called in the middle of the night would be an understatement.
“Ya wake me up just to tell me this? Have ya been watching too much TV lately,
boy? This is not some stupid Sherlock Holmes drama, this is reality, things
like that don’t happen, not for real! And what’s the proof ya keep telling me
you have? Some stupid fight over online chat? Christ, boy, do ya know he often
my wife and I fight and has she killed me? Nah she has not!”
“I know, but I told you, there are these photos, those email of hers and bank…”
the young officer tried to make his partner listen, but with no success whatsoever.
“Yeah, yer stupid theory about those emails! They mean nothing, ya hear me? She
moved some money, that’s what people working in banks do! Just because her
junkie boyfriend says she stole it doesn’t mean it’s true! Christ, let me sleep,
boy! If someone calls says there’s money missing, then we look into it, now
you’re just being nosy!”
At the same time, the woman, who called the police that night, looked away from
the steering wheel of a borrowed car and checked that her son was still asleep.
He looked like a little angel, she thought. Sleep well, sweet baby, mommy’s
here and no one could take you away from her. Mommy will always protect you,
she won’t let anyone touch you. Don’t worry, daddy won’t take you away from her,
mommy promises. He wanted to take you away, but mommy would never let that
happen. He knew that I won’t let him near you when we broke up, and he thought
if he told everything to police, they would take me away and he could keep you.
But mommy would do anything to be with you, my sunshine. Mommy will always love
you and do anything for you.
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