10pm
it was a dark night as i climbed up onto the parapet outside a stretch of hotel rooms. walking down the line, my partner and i peered into each room through the windows until i came across a woman sitting upright in a sort of crevice in the facade of the building.
was she dead? it was too dark to tell. i signaled my partner to check out the room ahead as i attended to the woman. the window was shattered, that's all i could tell from where i was. i tapped the girl on her cheek and shoulder, but she remained motionless and limp. i thought she was dead.
suddenly my partner ran out of the room and pulled the woman out from the crevice, propping her up in his arms. in the dim light, i could tell that she was his wife and immediately knew some serious shit was going down. he said that his son had been murdered in the room and i guess his injured wife had managed to escape and hid herself there.
he shook her a few times and she slowly came to. she started crying but otherwise seemed unnaturally calm, and i was worried that she would turn hysterical once she realised what had happened. as i was watching her cry, i came under the impression that i was somehow in love with this woman.
i took out my handcuffs and said i wanted to cuff them both together, in case she turned hysterical and tried to do something stupid like jump off the building. they protested at my inhumane actions but i persisted, saying it was for her own good.
i cuffed one of her wrists to one of his and then we helped her up. there was no other exit so we had to walk through the room. i saw the bed was a bloody mess and the wall by the bed was covered in blood too. i had to fight the urge to hug her as we helped her through the room.
out in the corridor, other policemen were arriving at the scene. we walked past a smirking man in plain clothes and the woman suddenly lunged towards him, screaming, but we held her back. i recognised that man as a crooked cop. calm down, we told her. she was probably already a suspect now and attacking the guy wouldn't help things.
we didn't ask, but it seemed obvious that this man was the murderer. how could she walk by and pretend that nothing happened, she asked. "the most important thing now is to secure your position," i said through gritted teeth as we left the area. "and then what?!" she shouted.
"and then we plan our revenge."
was she dead? it was too dark to tell. i signaled my partner to check out the room ahead as i attended to the woman. the window was shattered, that's all i could tell from where i was. i tapped the girl on her cheek and shoulder, but she remained motionless and limp. i thought she was dead.
suddenly my partner ran out of the room and pulled the woman out from the crevice, propping her up in his arms. in the dim light, i could tell that she was his wife and immediately knew some serious shit was going down. he said that his son had been murdered in the room and i guess his injured wife had managed to escape and hid herself there.
he shook her a few times and she slowly came to. she started crying but otherwise seemed unnaturally calm, and i was worried that she would turn hysterical once she realised what had happened. as i was watching her cry, i came under the impression that i was somehow in love with this woman.
i took out my handcuffs and said i wanted to cuff them both together, in case she turned hysterical and tried to do something stupid like jump off the building. they protested at my inhumane actions but i persisted, saying it was for her own good.
i cuffed one of her wrists to one of his and then we helped her up. there was no other exit so we had to walk through the room. i saw the bed was a bloody mess and the wall by the bed was covered in blood too. i had to fight the urge to hug her as we helped her through the room.
out in the corridor, other policemen were arriving at the scene. we walked past a smirking man in plain clothes and the woman suddenly lunged towards him, screaming, but we held her back. i recognised that man as a crooked cop. calm down, we told her. she was probably already a suspect now and attacking the guy wouldn't help things.
we didn't ask, but it seemed obvious that this man was the murderer. how could she walk by and pretend that nothing happened, she asked. "the most important thing now is to secure your position," i said through gritted teeth as we left the area. "and then what?!" she shouted.
"and then we plan our revenge."
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