Thisfanficisnoir style, first-person,POVofJaneandcontainsaninfinitesetofsentences from a game(noir) namedMaxPayne(beforesomebodyaccusesmeofplagiarism)

It will be publishedinparts.
I just wrotethefirstpartandithas12chapters.
The chaptersareshort,sotheposting frequencydepends solely onthereviews.

Chap. 1 – Christmas gift

Like all the bad things in my life, it started with the death of a woman. I couldn't save her.

There are no happy endings.
People like to spend their lives in a search of something greater, when there is "something greater".
The only destination for which we cannot escape is death. This is invariably painful, inevitable and cold. If it isn't for the one who dies, it is for those who are left in this world. So if you want to be happy, the time is now.
I realized this too late.

To make any kind of sense of it, I need to go back to the night a few weeks ago, when the sky seemed to fall upon, Sacramento, CBI.
I knew that Hightower was lying. Her eyes were screaming while trying to escape from my sight. She had sent Lisbon and the rest of the team to a mission without communicating me. Unwittingly, she had given me the front seat to the horrors of that morning.
I would have gone home for a few seconds. If she had taken another few seconds to send them to almost certain death, I'd be home. I would turn my phone off. I would know what happened only in the next day.
But I stayed.
I was trying to read her, so I could find out to what kind of mission Lisbon had been sent.
"Shots and bad guys. Nothing that could interest you. "
She lied.
She lied as a corrupt politician.

I was just waiting. I was not too worried about the health of the four, because I trusted that there was no challenge too great for them, especially being led by Lisbon. The point is that I needed to know details of that mission.

Hightower crossed the office around three in the morning with a cup of coffee in hand.
"Working late tonight?", I asked.
She almost ignored. Then I noticed a slight smile.
"Want to see your reaction when Lisbon arrives with your Christmas gift"
My heart almost stopped, even before my brain could think why. In that moment, the elevator opened in the CBI.

In slow motion, I saw Lisbon and Rigsby passing holding a handcuffed man, completely ignoring my presence in place. They tried avoid looking into my eyes and reveal any evidence.
But it was useless. Because the man in handcuffs looked at.
It was like stepping into your mind. Without fear, without reserve, I saw what anyone would call a demon. There was a lusty pleasure in those pupils, reminiscent of an ugly scene recently observed. In the hands, the constant shaking and the blood that was surely violently taken. The man walked into the interrogation room as if he was walking to a kitchen.

I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was Red John.

The sky was falling apart.
And the storm was just in the beginning.