>>5936381>>5936385>>5936402"I just gotta handle my lights and we can get back to planning, Grey." You tell the Detective giving him a nod.
"At least someone is listening to me." He mutters as he opens the file and begins plucking glossy headshots for the board.
Your trek outside the station is no different than usual except you now fight a small stream of people coming in rather than riding the flow out. You step into the open air of the apartment and notice your dome lights inside the car on, dimly shining in the early morning light, you must have forgotten to turn them off after all. As you open the door and lean in to flick the light off you feel a rock drop to the pit of your belly as a buzzing comes from your glove box. You flick the light and check your shoulders, none of the few meandering people in the parking lot give you much notice as you slip in and close your door behind you before leaning down to open the phone.
Four missed calls spread out over the last hour all from the same number. Your finger hits redial before you can even think about it.
Click.
"So you saw it too?" You ask quietly.
Silence is your response, the only noise you can hear is a faint series of exhales. Finally you hear a crackle as the phone is pulled away from where it was being held, the sound comes in clearly now and you can hear it for what it is.
Sobbing.
"Detective." It says quietly, the voice still modulated but in congruence with the shaky breathing it warbles and pitch shifts. "I did it again."
You close your eyes and control your breathing slowly. You feel a burning sting in the back of your throat as the orange juice from this morning gurgles at the edge of your esophagus.
"What did you do."
"I killed. I fucking killed someone." It says.
A spark of rage flares up in you.
"Why are you acting like this is anything new to you?"
A choked heave rings through the speaker into your ears. Your hands feel cold and tingle.
"It wasn't for my father, Detective. I killed for me. Because I couldn't help myself. It was just so loud, it was so fucking loud."
You swallow your disgust.
"Relax. Tell me what happened."
"My father had me scouting."
"Scouting for what?"
"No, no I can't." It whispers. "I was with a woman. She was actually nice to me, her car had a flat tire."
"Where was this?"
"When she handed me her iron I just couldn't help myself. It told me my time was up."
"Where did this happen?"
"It just felt so right."
"Shut the fuck up and tell me where she is."
"I did end up changing the tire anyways." It says, the voice far away in a distant memory. "She's gone, Detective. I packed her away in the trunk and got rid of the car."
