Entry #4
I am somewhat reluctant to state that I thoroughly enjoyed Alfred's presence as a partner.
We closed the case fairly quickly; that impressed my boss very much. He hired Alfred as my partner and now we both work on the same cases.
When I took him to the victims' bodies in the morgue, he seemed very intrigued. Apparently at his college, they use this digital surgeon and anatomy program which prevents them from getting on any hands on subjects. Personally, I found that to be a waste of time. How would someone someone learn solely from technology? Honestly... I'm 25 yet I side with the older fellows when it comes to technology. There is too much of it.
Anyways, working with Alfred was not as bad as I originally thought it would be. Surprisingly, he could become quite serious and determined when given a set job. That was fortunate for my work. I would not be able to do my deductions with a parrot squawking non-stop in my ear 24/7.
Then again, that was just one case. Who knows how the bugger would act in other ones.
Unfortunately his proper and mature behavior only lasted on the crime scene. The moment we stepped back into the apartment his chatter broke free. If only there was some way to tape his bloody mouth shut.
I should not complain though. If it were not for Alfred I would not have gotten my first case done. If I did not get that done, I probably would lose my job or be downgraded in status. I suppose I do owe him something...
Maybe I'll cook for him tonight. A good, English meal cooked by yours truly- that sounds like a good enough reward.
A dark, black mark made by a right thumb was smudged across the page
Bollocks. Why do I embarrass myself so much?! Cooking him a meal was not a grand idea. I went to make some of my delicious scones but ended up setting off the fire alarm whilst burning the scones to a crisp.
Throughout this all, Alfred was laughing his arse off and not even bothering to help me clean everything up! Then again, it was my fault... but still! The decent act to do would be to lend a helping hand.
Since I am unable to cook him a meal, he decided that it would be best if we went out to eat. I let him choose where though, mostly because I have no clue where anything is here despite living in this city for a few weeks.
That will be his reward. He gets to choose where to eat.
Even as I write that a feeling of dissatisfaction lingers upon my heart. Maybe I will find another way to repay him...
Till then, dinner it is.
- A. Kirkland