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The Case of the Secret Admirer
February 14. The Day of Love. The one day of the year she despised.
Detective Jessica Angell thought as she grabbed her keys, gun and wallet and walked out the door of her apartment.
It was usually the same every year. Like any other day that seemed to have a special purpose attached to it, it brought out the crazies and the shameless profiteering of companies.
Christmas, Easter and Halloween were all the same.
Walking toward the subway she was yet again reminded that this, like the previous 2 years, she would again return later that night to an empty apartment void of any roses or chocolates.
It seemed that cupid had purposely struck her train that morning if the amount of cheery smiles and women wearing red were an indicator.
She herself was wearing black.
It wasn't so much that she hated the day but more like she didn't have a good reason to like it. As of yet she had never been given a good reason to like it.
Even in primary school when the mandatory be my Valentine Day cards were handed out, she never got into the spirit.
This behavior later progressed to kicking James Sandersen in his groin, when he thought that a tacky plastic rose gained him a feel.
She smiled at that memory.
Finally alighting at her stop she walked into the police station glad that for once she worked in a profession dominated by males guaranteeing her that Valentines Day would be forgotten by them.
Valentines Day rated up there with wedding anniversary's and spouse's birthdays on the 'oops sorry honey, we forgot' list.
Walking towards her normally obsessively clean desk her eyes were assaulted by the biggest bunch of red roses she had ever seen.
She was not the only one to notice.
All eyes in the room were now on her silently demanding to know who they were from.
They had caused quite a spectacle when delivered that morning.
She herself was clueless.
Her last date was a month ago. To say it ended horrendously would be an understatement.
Still feeling like she was on show, she edged progressively closer to her desk.
Jessica 'I am not afraid of anything' Angell, could not be scared of a bunch of flowers surely?
Throwing her bag on the chair she finally located the card and started opening the ridiculously small envelope.
"To my dearest Jess, won't you be my Valentine?, Love your Secret Admirer"
She was brought out of her reverie by someone asking who they were from.
Looking up she again noticed that all eye's were on her except one pair. Blue as the ocean. They remained firmly transfixed on the desk in front of him…