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25 years ago

"Great show tonight, absolutely great and guess who managed to treble our winnings in my poker game?" Alex Jane rambled on his usual manner, oblivious to his son's withdrawn behavior, "I did, we are in the money my boy."

"That's great Dad... but there's something I gotta tell you," Patrick began nervously as his father rounded on him looking at him curiously, "I don't want to do this anymore... I'm leaving."

"Really?" laughed Alex, "you don't stand a chance without me Patrick, you're really gonna walk out there with no money and the clothes on your back? Are you insane? You don't have even have a high school education!" he laughed harder, "that is hilarious Patrick, well done you made me laugh. So what did you want to tell me?"

"I am leaving Dad, I hate this okay? It's not too bad sometimes but unlike you I actually care, like that girl with cancer-"

"Are you still on about that? Jeez let it go already," interrupted Alex as Patrick grabbed a rucksack off the floor and slung it over his shoulder.

"Goodbye Dad," Patrick said quietly moving towards the door.

"You're actually serious?" exclaimed Alex chasing after him as he left, "you'll come back Patrick! When you're starving and filthy you'll come back y'hear?" he roared as the blond carried on walking, "I don't need you anyway! Go on with you, you ungrateful little brat! Good riddance!"


Present Day

"Sir, wake up!" snapped an angry voice in his ear.

Alex twitched slightly blinking the fuzziness from his blurry vision to see a man's face, someone he didn't recognize. Groaning slightly at the throbbing pain sweeping across his head and hammering the inside of his skull.

"Sir, get up," repeated the stranger who Alex glared groggily at, who the hell was this man to tell him to get up?

"Leave me alone," he growled at the man letting his head fall back down onto the soft pillow, "who the hell are you to tell me to get up anyway?"

"I'm the police," the man said firmly and Alex sat up slowly.

"Look officer I'm sure this is a big misunderstanding," Alex began with a cheesy smile, "I won that money fair and square an-"

"That is not what this is about," interjected the officer, "you're under arrest for murder."

"Murder?" exclaimed Alex, "who the hell do you think I killed anyway?"

"The dead women beside you," said the officer seeming to be losing patience as Alex turned to see a woman beside him swimming in a sea of crimson blood. Shock coursed through him as he saw the blood staining his hands and the red knife beside him.

"Ah!" Alex yelped jumping away from the body suddenly finding himself being cuffed from behind, "wait! Wait! I didn't do it! I didn't kill her! I don't even know that woman! Where am I anyway?" he babbled panicking as he was led away while the officer read him his rights.

"Slam dunk case Jayden, we're on fire," grinned another cop standing by the door.

"Think we need to call the CBI?"

"You're kidding? Please, I can't stand that damn psychic."

"Who cares about that? Just let me go or at least let me get some damn pants on... I'm innocent!" protested Alex.

"Sure you are... We have clothes in the van you can wear, unless you'd rather stay in your boxers," commented the other officer, "you have a name?"

"Alex Jane, look I swear I didn't kill her!" he screamed, "I'm as surprised at this as you, I did not kill her. Or anyone. Ever!"

"Jane?" repeated the second cop scowling, "know any Patrick Jane?"

"Yeah, bloody useless ingrate is my son. Why?"

"Maybe we should call the CBI after all," said the second cop smirking, "should be fun."


To be continued...