The New York Detective That Complicated My Life
I wake up the next morning, feeling oddly rested for what had happened last night. It's not every day someone goes out to get ice cream and ends up getting grabbed at knife point. I'm just lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling when it hits me. I have to go into the department and report what happened.
Groaning, I roll out of bed and walk over to my closet where I manage to change my sweat pants to jeans before my phone goes off. Running over from my closet to my phone, I answer it.
"Hello?" I ask, out of breath.
"Yes, Ms. Stevens, this is Detective Taylor from last night. I called to remind you that you need to come in and report this, unless you don't want to." No, I don't want to report it. I'm just going to leave it as it is.
"Yes, of course I still want to. I was just getting ready to leave to..." I'm in the middle of saying that, I trip on a shoe, sending me flying to the ground. I grunt as I hit the ground.
"Ms. Stevens, are you ok?" Taylor asks me.
"Yeah, I just tripped on something," I pause as I get up off the floor "but, I just moved here not too long ago so I don't know where the building is at." I tell Detective Taylor truthfully as I make my way to my closet again.
"I will send a Detective out to your address." Feeling that I shouldn't argue, I relay my address to Taylor.
"We'll see you shortly." He says curtly then hangs up. Great going Annabel, you trip and fall while on the phone with a Detective. Awesome way to embarrass yourself. Shaking my head, I open my closet doors and grab my Boston red socks shirt that my cousin Tony got me several years back. I put that one then make my way into my living room to check my email for the usual jobs. Nothing. Just as I sign out of my computer, there's a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I ask, hoping the person on the end answers.
"It's Detective Flack from last night. Mac- I mean Detective Taylor sent me over to take you to the station." Of course, Flack's here! Mr. I'm going to walk ya home and take no for an answer.
Biting down on my tongue to keep myself from saying anything, I walk over to the door and open it. Detective Flack is wearing a suit similar to the one he was wearing last night.
He looks at me then the t-shirt and his eyes widen.
"What?" I ask, being self-conscious about what I look like.
"Are you wanting to get yourself killed?" Flack asks me.
"Excuse me?" I ask him, my voice getting higher pitched.
"Your shirt. The Yankees and the Red Socks have a HUGE rivalry. They've had it for years." He explains eyeing my shirt again.
"Fine, I'll grab a jacket." I mutter some incoherent words under my breath as I walk inside to grab a jacket.
"What was that?" I hear ask. With the jacket in my hand, I snap around to glare at him. He smiles as I glare at him, walking and putting the jacket at the same time.
"Let's just get this over with." I say as we walk down the two flight of stairs to get outside. Once outside, Flack leads me to a black truck of some sort. I go to open the passenger side door but Flack has it already opened.
"Really?"
"What can I say, I was raised right. Now get in." Shaking my head, I get in and he closes the door behind me. He gets into the truck and pulls away from the house. Resting my head on the window, I just past the time looking at our surroundings that we pass by. In no time in it all, we arrive there. In all actuality, it's been 20 minutes. When we pull up in front of the Police department, I get out-and-out front is another man, who I assume is another detective due to the badge.
This man has blonde hair that is slightly spiked towards the top and glasses, with grayish eyes underneath the glasses. He's wearing a simple green t-shirt with blue jeans and his badge clipped to the belt of his pants. The man now looks towards me, but not at me. Then I realise, he's probably looking at Detective Flack behind me.
"What Flack? Can't pick up enough girls off the clock so you need to pick some up while your on the job?" The man smiles at Flack.
"Can it Messer." Flack says. Even though I couldn't see him, i could tell in the tone of his voice that he has a smile on his face.
"Whatever you say." This Messer guy responds then goes back into the police department. Without any word, Flack leads me inside the department and once I get into the main area, the smell of sweat, dirt, and coffee hit me. The smell doesn't bother me though seeing that I grew up on a farm in Tulsa. As my eyes search the room, I spot Detective Taylor and some other guy I haven't met coming towards me. This one is African-American with closely shaved hair towards his head.
When the reach me, Detective Taylor offers a small smile. "Ms. Stevens, thank you for coming down. We appreciate you taking time to do this. This right here is Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. Him and I will be taking your statement and if willing, DNA and fingerprints for future referencing." I nod my head to give approval for the DNA and fingerprints.
"Excellent, Flack we've got this from here." I look back at Flack to see him nod his head and walk away off towards a deeper part of the department. Looking back at Detective Taylor and Hawkes, they motion me to sit down at a nearby desk.
"Mrs. Stevens, is there anything about the man you remember?" Dr. Hawkes asks.
"I remember that he smelled like a mixture of alcohol and cigarettes." Detective Taylor nods his head before writing down something in a notebook/pad.
"Is there anything else you can tell us about? Anything can help us catch this guy." Detective Taylor asks me.
"When he spoke to me, he had a accent. Not a New York accent though, it sounded like he came from the west coast. Other than that, I can't tell you anything else about him."
Dr. Hawkes and Detective Taylor stand up, so I follow suit.
Both Hawkes and The Detective take cards out of their jacket pockets.
"If you happen to remember anything at all, give one of us a call." I take the cards from both of them.
"Thank you." I nod my head and begin to walk out of the department. Once Outside, I was going to take a cab and go home but as a rash decision, I start walking straight ahead remembering that I saw a park up the road.
(Somewhere in the Police Department)
Detective Messer and Flack are looking out a window, watching Annabel walk up the street.
"I give your girl credit man, she's got guts to walk down the streets after being grabbed at knife point." Messer comments to Flack.
"Danny she's not my girl, but yeah she does." Flack sighs before walking away.
"Flack, where are you going?" Danny asks.
"Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Flack responds without turning his back.
"I thought she wasn't your girl?" Messer asks.
"She's not." Flack responds.
Sorry with the long hiatus, had a lot of stuff going on with school ending and not. Now since it's summer, I'll be updating a lot more :) so do you guys like it so far?