If you could call it love
A.J. sipped the hot and soothing French vanilla coffee and sighed. The café was empty, a soft blue glow flooded the room, the lights were dimming, sun was setting. She walked towards the large glass windows and watched the pink-purple-blue sky sink behind the neighboring buildings. Old memories again…she thought, it's just a coincidence…
"A.J.!"
A.J. jumped and spilt her coffee all over her clothing. She cursed that she just lost a good moneys worth of coffee spilt and redden her. She looked up at the tanned handsome figure standing in front of her, startled.
"You owe me coffee…" A.J. smiled up at him, a hint of playful anger in her voice.
"Sorry, I just got the doorman in, thought that you and Wolfe could team up and question him." Eric looked at the coffee damage. "Maybe you should get changed first…"
A.J. nodded and handed Eric the empty paper cup.
She was shocked when she entered the change rooms. They were co-sex. A male of the late forties waved at her as he covered his beer belly. She looked away. Did NOT need THAT in my memory. She turned the corner and found a little tape stuck onto her personal locker. ALISON JESSICA HART-MIAMI-DADE She looked around her to make sure all eyes would be adverted from her. Luckily break was just over; mostly everyone was in an office or the lab. She opened her locker with the mini key tied to her belt. Smiling to herself that she brought extra clothing in her bag for someone to bring it down for her. She quickly undressed of her coffee stained white top. That's not going to come out…she sighed and tossed It into the pail. Score. She stripped of her jeans and neatly folded it into her duffle bag.
Quickly pulling on another pair of jeans she turned to the mirror and saw the red spots on her abdomen. A.J. turned on the tap and wiped off the coffee remains and patted lotion onto the irritated spot.
The yellow T brought out her bright green eyes beautifully—she noticed—as she walked down the halls. Many of the glass domains reflected her slender figure and long legs.
A worker passed her a folder as she walked into the office with Wolfe waiting for her. Both were staring at her for a very long odd time.
"So…Mr." A.J. glanced down at the documents, "Collins. You're the doorman?"
Matthew Collins nodded, looking at his hands and back up at A.J., staring agape.
"Were you anywhere near the victim Collins?" Wolfe asked; his arms folded.
"Yeah, I was the one who made the call."
A.J. sat down on the chair directly across from Collins and stared long and hard at him. He looked around his late teens to early twenties.
"Was that how you found him Collins?"
"What?"
"How you found the body, at the bottom of the stairs."
He nodded. Biting his lip.
A.J. sighed…this is WAY too easy…she looked at what Collins was wearing and frowned.
"Do you where that uniform everyday?" She asked.
"When it's my shift, yeah."
"What do you usually wear when you're done your shift?" Wolfe asked, leaning forward…intimidating the suspect.
"What? Well, like what normal people wear."
"Normal? What do you mean by normal?" Wolfe pressed.
"Well we don't wear suits like those people." Collins nodded at the photograph attached to A.J.'s documents of the victim's candy burned body.
"May I see your hand please?" A.J. said.
"Why?"
"To test for DNA…" she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Wait…you think I'M the killer? Look I'm just a kid…a-and you need my approval."
"Well you sure offered yourself nicely to come up here Collins." Wolfe said.
A.J. took his hand and swabbed underneath his fingernails. She passed the swab to Wolfe and he cut the tip and inserted it into a clear test tube with liquid in it. The liquid changed colours.
"What, what does that mean?" Collins said, stuttering.
"It means you killed our Vic and you don't clean your hands very well." A.J. stood up and walked around the table and bent his arm into the handcuffs. "It also means you'll be in prison."
A.J. passed Collins to an officer and walked away but was pulled back by Wolfe.
"What are you wearing?"
"What normal people wear, is there a rule about wearing things that make you look good? And besides do you think that kid would've cracked that easily if I was a fifty year old man and sweating?"
"No, 'cause usually we don't hire fifty year old non-fit men but the point was you were late."
"No, that was NOT the point…I thought the point was what I was wearing? Or am I mistaken? And if you're so keen on it, make sure you in-force a "don't sneak up on a person while they're holding hot coffee" rule."
And with that, A.J. turned on her heel and walked away.
"She HAS to stop doing that!" Wolfe turned and scuffed the floor.
"She has to stop doing what?" Calliegh said, appearing behind him.
"Whoa…" Wolfe arched his eyebrows and smiled. "She has to stop smart talking."
"That's why she was hired Ryan…she can get any person to talk. I think you witnessed that."
Wolfe scratched his head and nodded. "Yeah, she was good."
"Anyways, I got the second body inspection on the body you two were examining, turned out he died from a stab wound in the back, it was shallow so you couldn't really see it from underneath the sugary goodness…"
"Do we have a weapon?"
"Yup, found it in a bush outside the condo…these people really suck at confiscating the evidence."
"Which makes it a whole lot easier for us."
Calliegh smiled sweetly and patted Wolfe on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"If you're trying to pick up A.J. by making her angry it won't work. Making a girl angry is not how you should go. It's like one of those worst pick-up-lines ever."
"I-I'm not."
Calliegh laughed and shook her head, also turning around and leaving Wolfe tangled in his strangled thoughts.
CHAPTER3! HOPE YOU LIKED IT! thanks for the reviews again...really liked it!