Ch.2 Violets
After I left and was upstairs I pushed open the double swinging doors mad out of safety glass. The words Valettee Homicide 3rd floor were written in bold black letters, and above there was the Hungarian translation.
The station was busier than usual. Seemed like everyone was helping someone out. I walked to my desk saying hi to the other officers as I passed them. One in particular, Larauh German, one of our newest members on the homicide floor. She had originally come from Maine but moved to Hungary after she finished college at the University of Maine a year ago.
"Did you talk to mike," she asked getting up from her desk and following me to mine.
"No," I turned to her puzzled, "He wants to talk to me?"
She nodded. Her short black hair bobbing with each jerk of her head.
I sat down at my desk instantly pulling out police reports from the bottom left hand drawer. Someone was bound to need the sooner or later. Larauh sat down in one of the chairs opposite me that sat in front of my desk for the "clients".
"He said he wanted to know how long you wanted to take off and there was something else but he didn't tell me what."
I sighed stacking the five or six reports neatly at the corner of my desk. Larauh laughed slightly.
"What," I asked looking up at her. She shook her head, her hair moving with the motion again.
"What's wrong," she asked. An amused smile spread over her rounded face.
"Nothing, just it hasn't been the greatest couple of weeks," I bent my head down pretending to fiddle with the papers again, "I've been having dreams, strange dreams. Scaring me a bit, that's all."
Larauh sighed, furrowing her brows as if in thought. She stayed that way for several minutes it seemed but then she snapped out of it so fast that it made me jump.
"Have you talked to Rick?"
"No. I don't need to see a psychiatrist, I just…I just need to figure out what these dreams mean."
"Alright, well I better go back to work," she pointed towards Mike's office door, " I'm still being treated like a rookie cop."
"Uh oh," I smiled. Rookie cops got treated like the criminals themselves here. One mistake and you were off the force. Larauh smiled back and went back to her desk. Watching Larauh go I remembered I was supposed to see Rodney. I looked around the room and didn't see him. Where the hell is he! I got up out of my seat intent on finding him when…
"Umm….Mam. Excuse me."
I turned to see a young woman, eighteen or nineteen, standing behind my desk. A miss Mary Stamford I soon found out as she introduced herself.
"May I help," I asked motioning for her to come around and sit. She smoothed out her blue blouse and skirt as she sat down setting her brown leather purse down in her lap. She sat there looking confused for a moment, or was it nervous. Her straight shoulder-length blond hair fell over her dark wondering eyes as she bent her head down and played with the strap of her purse. When she looked back up here eyes were glassy. A bright violet glow came from them as she breathed heavily trying to find her voice. "It's alright, tell me what happened," I said calmly. I didn't want to seem pushy. The poor girl looked under enough strain as it was.
She took in a shaky breath, "I'm sorry I just," she seemed embarrassed, "I think some people were murdered," she whispered.
"I know they were," she sobbed. A tear ran down her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.
"Ok I'll need to ask you a couple of questions and you'll need to fill out a report to restate what you told me for the Chief . It just saves you from having to tell it again, I know it must be hard." I tried to be as sensitive to the situation as possible.
"No!"
My eyebrows shot up at her sudden outburst. "What do you mean no? Mary you must or we won't be able to help you."
"No," she shook her head, "I'm not for sure. I saw it in," she stopped herself abruptly and looked back to the floor. The shame written on her face couldn't be hidden behind her pretty hair.
"Look I don't have time for this," I leaned forward in my seat making sure our faces were close, "Mary I know this isn't easy for you but you either can go into the interrogation room and tell what I need to know so I can help you or you can tell me jack shit and increase your chances of becoming a lead suspect," I sat back crossing my arms. I didn't want to do that but if the girl wanted to play drama queen she could do it on someone else's time. She comes to me with a possible homicide I intend to get on it, I cant exactly do that if she's not going to spill the beans.
She looked up at me with wide eyes, but slowly nodded.
I walked her to the interrogation room in the back of the room and opened the door for her. She quietly thanked me and walked on in. To my surprise, Mike and Rodney were already in there.
"She going to talk," Mike asked. I nodded giving him a puzzled look.
"Where the hell were you guys? I was supposed to see Rodney but..," I shrugged.
"Miss Stamford called about a minute after I got up here and Mike told me to wait here. He wanted to make sure she talked to you," Rodney said as he sat down at one of the copper fold out chairs that sat at the long metal table.
I turned to Mike with a frown and pulled a seat sitting down myself next to Rodney. Mary and Mike pulled chairs for themselves and sat down.
"Shall we get started," Mike said. He pulled a pad and pen from his inside suit jacket pocket setting it in front of him.
"Alright tell me what happened," I asked Mary. She turned to me and sighed.
"Do you know what violets are?"
We all nodded. We were getting a better picture now and I cringed at what she was going to tell us next.
A.N. He he, sorry to leave you guys hanging. I will begin the next chapter with telling you what "violets" are so I won't lose anyone.
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Koty M.
