08-04-2009, 05:59 PM
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“I think she wants you to be happy.” Lindsey whispered before turning to walk out the door. He didn’t watch her go, he just sat there, staring at a plate of Chinese food. He picked up his plastic fork, shoved it deep into the rice and then dropped it in the nearest trash can. He wasn’t hungry. He looked around the empty house not really seeing anything. The TV was dark but he had too much energy to sit still long enough to watch a program. There were dishes in the sink, but he didn’t have the right kind of energy to clean them. He decided to go for a run.
He ran seven miles that night before dragging himself up the steps and forcing himself to take a shower before dropping into bed, too exhausted to think. He slept without dreams that night. When morning came he rolled out of bed and went through motions feeling lost and empty inside. He knew what he needed to do, he just wasn’t sure if he should.
Later that afternoon Jason had followed Lindsey’s lead on a potential murder suspect. The victim had been a heroin addict who had just been released from a rehab institution. He had been a low-life just out of his teens, but a life that maybe could have been redirected. Jason swore he would die believing that people could be saved, if they wanted it bad enough. Scum bag or not, the victim deserved justice. The suspect was a known dealer of low quality drugs and was known to sell during his shift as a convenience store clerk. His partner waited in the alley, just outside the backdoor, hand on her gun and prepared for a fight has he entered the front door and walked straight up to the counter.
“Eddie Mills?” He asked the sandy haired kid standing behind the register. He had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and wide blue eyes. He looked like your average everyday skate-boarding teenager with his oversized long sleeved shirt and his suede tennis shoes. Jason knew he wasn’t. Not only was he much older then he looked, but he was dangerous. Lindsey had told Jason he would run and she was right. The “kid” shoved a rack of cigarettes at Jason and leapt over the counter. Leaving the bell above the door clanging as he made his escape.
Jason cursed loudly. “I didn’t even get to show him my badge.” He grumbled as he took off in pursuit. He yelled for his partner as he raced across the street. Eddie was fast for a scrawny guy. More then likely he wasn’t a user, which meant he was probably in pretty good physical shape. Jason picked up the speed a notch and darted around a stroller, almost knocking a kid off of a bicycle. Where did all these people come from? Rounding the corner towards an alley he caught up with his suspect, who was finally beginning to tire. Jason gasped when he stepped into a pot hole causing his left ankle to turn in an unnatural way. He leapt forward, tackling the guy hard and saw stars for a moment when the side of his face met the pavement. He laid across the guy while he dug out his handcuffs and shoved them on his wrists.
“I just wanted a cup of coffee.” He mumbled to the guy. He started to haul him to his feet but thought better of it as a streak of pain seared his left ankle. His stomach turned slightly so he sat on Eddie Mills while he waited for the back-up that he knew Lindsey had called would come. He could actually here the sirens in the distances as he read him the Miranda rights.
“Good Golly your fast!” Lindsey called out when she turned the corner. “Mr. Mills.” She acknowledged the suspect. “How are you?”