The exact same thing happend again, except this time it was a man. He claimed that Jo Martinez had sold him his house 5 years ago, and gave Henry a new adress.
On his way to find Jo, he sat at a bench in central park and asked himself if it was worth it.
Was it worth having to yet again find the courage to knock on a door, hoping to find his long lost love and be demoralized by finding a stranger? And even in this really was Jo's new home, it was never going to be the same. Jo was in her 50s, he remembered. What if she didn't want to hear his story, for him to explain everything?
But, for the milionth time today, Doctor Morgan found the courage to continue his search in all the memories he stored, and continued.
Jo and Henry walked together through central park. It had been a long day at the precint, they had both solved finally solved a case they had been working on for a few weeks. Jo was on her way home, and Henry had offered to accompany her.
"Could we just sit for a second?" Asked Jo. Henry happily accepted, and they both sat at a bench. Jo lay back, starring at the stars, and Henry soon found his gaze fixed on Jo. For a moment he thought about teling her everything that was happening with Abraham. He had been sick all week, but he refused to accept it was a serious thing. Jo broke the silence, "When I was young, me and my brother used to lie under the stars and tried to count them, it was our favourite game for nights like this." Jo always opened up to Henry and told him about her past, Henry could only listen and regret not being able to do the same.
"Hey, I know a really good bar which is pretty near, fancy a drink?" Asked Jo, and Henry only had to nod and smile.
Both of them got up and started to walk towards the bar. Henry tried to get closer to Jo at every oportunity, breathing in her scent.
The building was a very fine one, in the middle on NY. How did Jo manage to earn the money needed to purchase this residence? Maby she had had a successful carere, and still worked in the police.
He serched for her name at the reception, it was on its own, door 3, 5th floor. Jo lived alone. Alone. Henry couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing.
He entered the lift and pressed the 5 button. Soon he was standing in front of the 3rd door. He pressed the button, and stood back.
