Welcome back to the continuing saga that is poorly titled (for now) "A Murder Story" although an earlier suggestion is really growing on me. This is the fourth part of the second day of this winding and twisting crime saga. Sorry about another cliffhanger...
If this is your first visit here, please feel free to go back and read the story from the beginning.
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“I went to high school with her, Danny. We were practically best friends. We had been best friends since we were like fucking eight years old, Danny. Fuck.” Miranda finished her sentence flatly, staring down at her shoes in disbelief.
Miranda moved off the concrete steps in front of the townhome and sat down in the dry grass as the sun slowly crept above the horizon. Danny, in an effort to console his partner and lover, sat down in the grass next to her as other officers milled around both inside and outside the non-descript townhome.
Miranda sat with her knees to her chest, her face resting between her knees.
“Shit, Danny, I went to lunch with her just last week. We had gone on vacations together. We partied together in high school. She was there for me when my parents got divorced and here I am sobbing like a little bitch when I should be doing my fucking job. I’m here to figure out what kind of sick fuck killed my friend. Hell, probably my best friend, Danny.”
“Well, Miranda, it’s entirely up to you if you want to work this case. If you want out of it, I think everyone will under-”
“If I want out of it,” Miranda shot back, almost glaring at Danny as her head sprung from between her knees, “why the HELL would I want out of it? Do you think I can’t handle this because we were, hell, are friends, Danny? I can do this. Shit, I have to do this for Becky. She deserves justice and that is the one thing I can give her. I couldn’t be here to stop this from happening but I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit behind a fucking desk while some sick piece of shit wanders the streets, living his life while Becky lies in the damn morgue.”
“Alright,” Danny said as he looked into his partner’s eyes, “I’m here for you for anything you need. Don’t let your emotions get the best of you, though. I’ve worked a case or two involving people I knew and it can twist your perception of things. Don’t let personal feelings take over and you’ll be as fine as you can be after having this happen to one of your closest friends.”
Danny stood up, offering a hand to Miranda. The two walked back to the Durango parked next to the curb and grabbed both their coffee cups and their crime scene kits and returned to the bustling crime scene where they were greeted by the Chief of the Homicide Division.
Puffing out his chest and hiking up his pants which were constantly being pushed down by his ever-expanding belly, Homicide Chief Donald Perkins flicked at his cigarette and glared at Officers Kline and Grove as they approached the front of the house.
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