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Prologue – Headache
The night of the fifth of January made the perfect combination of bitter cold winds, and never ending torrents of snow, to make many citizens cower inside their warm houses, wrapped in their warm blankets and drinking their warm milk like innocent kittens. Shitty day. At least that’s what Katherine Sierd thought as she tried to wash away the taste of old coffee with a shot of cheap vodka. She had never been the fan of alcohol, but that fucked up day demanded to be drowned in the taste of it, and the effects.
Miss Sierd poured another shot and made its content rapidly disappear as she became aware of the subject the news had got to. Her house was dark, the only light was coming from the living room where the TV was on and from which the voice of Anika Valser described the case of a young female student who had gone missing recently. Her voice carried an overly enthusiastic tone as if that was the story of her life, the story that would mark her carrier and make her the best news reporter in the country, the story of the century. Katherine stared at the TV screen almost forgetting the headache that made her night a bit more annoying, and tried to decide whether to shut the TV off and implicitly shut Valser up, or continue listening.
“17 year old Martha Tarav, was reported missing on 20th of December by her parents, as she failed to return their worried calls for several days. Her friends reported to have parted with her after a night out at 5 a.m. and told the investigators that they have not heard from her since. The police is investigating the case, but they have yet to release any relevant information on her possible whereabouts. Sources from inside the Force are calling this a kidnapping and fear the worst as no ransom call was made.
Martha Tarav is a student at the private Highschool “John Wasserker” and is…”
Katherine knew the Martha’s case all too well. A copy of her file rested opened on the table and she never every detail of it, she had memorized the girl's face, her life. Martha was the perfect picture of a nice, beautiful girl, with a promising life, good family, good friends and a pretty boyfriend. She had no record and the teachers at school were constantly telling the police how good she was and how they loved her.
Their perfect girl was missing and everybody was losing their minds over that fact. Including her. Especially her. As a detective she was used to rely on her instincts, on her feelings.Eventually, she'd even realized that she was good at it, at predicting things. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing in all of the cases. Cold shivers ran down her spine as she heard the house phone ringing next to her.
“Katherine Sierd,” she answered promptly.
“We found her. She’s dead. Get your ass on 24th Avenue, Sierd.” The voice of Karl Hanman, her partner, made her clench her teeth. She resented that guy and absolutely hated his macho personality, his simple way of thinking, the way he jumped for conclusions and settled with the most comfortable one. The feeling wasn't mutual, unfortunately.
She hang up the phone and let the news settle. The voice of the news cleric was ringing bland in the background. She poured another drink.
Fuck…
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). English is my second language thus I still have a lot to learn on that. I hope you'll stick around for the next part.
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