The Archives Vol.2
Author: Apeman (zeni316@yahoo.com)
Genre: mystery/thriller/suspense
1: Unknown
“Hh.”
The small hospital room was crowded full of police
and CSI boys. No, it wasn’t for a visit with me;
I’ve been out for a few months. Though my shoulder
was still heavily bandaged, I went back to work
shortly after getting released. Kohta, my best
friend, was also released from the hospital just a few
weeks ago, and we were just called in for a homicide
case.
“God, his eyes are still open,”
The victim had been suffocated with the help of the
very pillow he had been sleeping on. I just wish that
someone had the respect to close the poor man’s eyes
for him.
“He was in a coma, damnit,” I mumbled. “Let’s
move,”
+++++
Of course, the police headquarters was packed full of
doughnut-lovers, whores, and punk kids. I took my
spot in the small corner near the coffee machine.
Kohta was filing some paper work, while I walked
toward a window.
“I wish something good would happen for once in this
city,” I mumbled, and I fumbled through my pockets
searching for a pack of cigarettes. I hate smoking.
I hate this city, too.
Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned to my right
to meet a blue-headed gaze. She was sporting one of
the biggest smiles I’ve seen in a long time.
“Toshiya-chan?” I muttered.
“Hi, Takeo-san!” she beamed. “Guess who I’ve
been going out with?”
Man, she gets around fast.
“Err....”
“Hakuei-kun!” she smiled, closing both of her eyes
happily.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, remembering the
sergeant’s past good deeds. I smiled back and patted
her shoulder. Sometimes, I wonder why she keeps
telling me these things, though. Why is she hanging
around the precinct so much? Nonetheless, it was
happy news.
“First good news in a while, Toshiya,” I said.
“Thanks.”
+++++
“This case seems too easy,” Kohta said, tossing a
manila folder onto my desk. “The dead guy is
supposed to be an important witness on a recent
case.”
“So that means it’s not our case,” I mumbled,
looking through the papers that filled the folder.
“Which case?”
“Child rape and molestation case; the Matsuda case,
I believe.” Kohta replied, and he raised his head,
trying to remember. “He was the prime suspect at one
time, but I guess there’s more evidence against his
brother, who lived with him.”
I nodded and continued flipping through the papers.
“I know all too well about all that shit.”
“Yeah.” Kohta mumbled, looking down. “Me too.”
I looked up to meet his glare and nodded in
acknowledgement.
“Wait a minute.” I snatched up a wrinkled sheet.
“Eh?” Kohta asked, scratching his head.
“This guy,” I began, “is one of the people who
worked as a foster parent.”
“So?”
I raised my eyebrow and clenched my fist around the
sheet, crumpling it.
“For Kyo,”
-Cont’d-