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Chapter 2
Narcotics
The tall man pushed the lanky tattooed, metal studded man into the chair next to his desk. Feeding a piece of paper into the the typewriter, he barked out, "Name?" The young man dropped his head down, fighting the exhaustion that comes from heavy drug use.
The detective rubbed his hand over his face. The day had already been long, dealing with someone who wasn't able to give even the primary information was going to make it longer. He barked again. "Name!" Slamming his hand on his desk.
The young man jumped. He glanced around the room. He was coming off a seven days of doing Meth, he was beginning to crash. His head wobbled. "Jesse Edward Evanston". He mumbled a few words and fell from his chair on to the floor, before the detective could grab a hold of him.
The detective stood over him, deciding what to do. Grabbing hold of the man's vest, the detective half dragged and half carrying him to a nearby holding cell. He dropped him on a cot, locking the door behind him as he left. Going to his desk, he took the young man's wallet out of the evidence bag and opened it. From the information he found in that, he was able to complete the first form. Others would have to wait until Jesse was lucid enough for him to answer questions. The detective looked over at the holding cell. He could see the young man's arms and legs jerk involuntarily.
The detective smiled sardonically. He's paying for his drug use. Shame he isn't conscious while it's going on, that would be a great deterrent to drug use. Rubbing his face again, he pulled a form from the stack and began typing his report. By 10:00 he was near completion. Lifting his coffee cup he took a swallow. Spitting it back into the cup, he got up and walked to the coffee room.
Returning to his desk, he typed out his report. Signing it, he added it to the stack of two sheets that were completed. He sighed. The rest will have to wait until tomorrow. He walked over and looked at Jesse. The first impression the detective got was that of a sleeping dog having a dream of running. He shook his head, knowing that the bulk of the paperwork would definitely have to wait until tomorrow. He double checked Jesse's age, relieved to find that he would not need to call a parent. He neatly stacked his information, and forms to be filled out. He finished his coffee and grabbed his coat, making one final pass by the holding cell.
He stepped over to the elevators, relieved to call it a day. The doors opened. He stepped on passed the the other occupants, and moved towards the far right corner of the elevator. Holding his portfolio, he studied those in front of him. Smiling, he saw a scantly dressed young woman in front of him with a khaki jacket. Her demeanor indicated she was with vice. He tilted his head slightly.
She was joking with the other detectives. He studied the jacket closely, and saw some familiar stitching on the collar. His breath caught in his throat. He looked at the woman's hair and her stature. Silently, he wondered the possibility.