Chapter 24: Consumed by Lust

After I take the tasks from Mr. Jimenez - He gave me a bunch of cash in the case. I take my morning coffee before heading to WPD.

Another task that has been provided to me to accomplish from my mafia lineage tonight. Nevertheless, more work has to be done.

The city grasps with empty lights and further noises. Hazes of pleasures mingle the buildings, illegal trading seeking above the pavements, and debris in each paces I take to WPD still exists. 

    "Another case for us" Marina spoke up as she gave me the glass tablet in front of me with her eyes widened from stress.

    "What problem?" I asked then I smell her aroma after she leans forth on top and made me want to take off her skin to sniff it in. What a pervert of me.

    "In district seven, there's a case that the victim encountered rape last night and this motherf*cker got away without a trace of surveillance footage" she implied her nose and nails on the screen, her bosom dipping in as well as her loveliness beneath her brown eyes - I slightly reddened.

    "Can we meet her now?" I raised a question as I push my heaviness away from her beauty that entices my eyes.

    "I did the questions last night but she don't say a word, Sherlock" she crossed her forearms at the bottom of her breast once again.

    "She was traumatized and we have to calm her mind down so she can write her answers on our palm" 

    "I'll call her friend the next door of their apartment" 

    "Then we shall go"

    "Before we go, Sherlock, there's some news I want to share" She steps closer.

    "What will that be, Sunshine?" I crossed my forearms after I fold then pull the cuff to let my skin breathe some air.

    "WCA and TPD find James's children at Birmingham Boulevard in district eighteen in Twilight City and they reckon that the children have been shredded after taking their organs out to sell on Blue Cyber Market" She shredded tears out of the blue. They're kids, so young to suffer in this world and who would not sacrifice their tears from the youth's demise?

    "Bull f*king sh*t" I fondled my chin with wrath creasing my forehead and frustration of going awry my first investigation.

    "Oh Marina, Come here" I wanted to hug her as I glance at her tears plunging faster than my jog but she declined. 

    "F*ck off, Let's focus on the new one please" She went out of the office to meet me in the parking lot of WPD. That was truly unexpected. She is belligerent and a soft-hearted one - that's what I like about her, she's an odd icon.

    We drive to District Seven as she said. The city will remain the same.

Stunning posters, billboards with models, and neon signs of euphoria hazes lit the few dark areas that haven't brightened away and were hastened by the rays of morning.

Marina's aura was serene after she shed her despair in front of me from the gloomy announcement. I did not dare to speak. 

    "She cannot speak from what happened last night" Her friend name Grace replied to our inquires with the cup of tea on top of our slab.

We seek to speak with them during the interrogation but our victim refuses to leave the house.

The traumatized made her skin glued to safety, bewaring during the evening and humming with sorrow every single minute that passed. 

    "If you're alone with her, does she confess to you?" Marina asked after she laid her hand on top of her thigh - grasping one another. Grace delivers us a shake.

    "I will try but it'll take some time" Grace answered while she stroked her hair.

    "This is the questions we need to be answered by her call us if she is informed freely," I said and gave her the file that was filled with curiosities from ours.

She beamed as our fingers accidentally brushed against one another and then she pull her gaze away from mine. 

    We left the flat and then I halted her paces. The tension of searing and chilly mist within us clashes the whole set from our gaze.

She squinched after hauling her brows above her lashes in irritation to hook a glimpse of me endeavoring to place her temper off.

I set my palm above her shoulders and then push them east to west as a caress of concern.

    "What in the actual f*ck do you want from me?" She refuses to take my hands off her and then gradually I can behold her tears popping up to say hello.

    "I'm ashamed and feel pity too for that family, Marina," I said, and then I hugged her. She is more pleasant his time than before.

The warmth is eager to cram our desperate essence in.

She's gentle like grasping the feathers of a cushion and then she abides by the sentiment of care from me.

    "You're a f*cking perv but I never hugged someone like this before, Sherlock" I can feel her tears tumbling onto my sleeve and then I allow her to make another drop. 

    "We are friends now Marina, anything that may happen to you, I'll flee WPD and will never be a detective again" Marina pushed me and then wiped her tears.

    "This is the eighth time that I sob from failing my case," She said after we take ourselves in the vehicle. 

    "It's not your fault, Partner" I calmed her. 

    "I feel like it is, it's my position to serve the city and give them bliss and peace not melancholy" She whispered, and then I can hear her whimpers hiding beneath her quivering huff.

    "Many officers pass to that incident and the good thing is to triumph over another to overcome the blunders than suffering from the past in that same situation rather than moving on is a crap move" I let out with my feelings that truly connect it before.

    "My fame as a hero cannot stand up for me from what I truly was," She said craps once.

    "F*ck the crap Marina, that's why your chief assigned me to be your partner to comfort and help you not f*cking everything up" 

    "That defines white lies, Sherlock"

    "You telling me you wanted to give up after what you've done to become the greatest hero of the city?" I barely yelled at her as I turned my chin aside to gaze fiercely at her.

    "F*cking no!" She slammed the wheel that nearly honk the car beside us. She poured her anger on the front and then began to wheeze from the outrage that seizes her beauty away.

    "Forgive my manners, Marina, I don't want you to sense the desperation after what you came through to endure and I know you wanted to enable Sunsh-" 

    "Just shut the f*ck up!" She yelled again after she slash my words off. Now the silence sat between us likewise. Everything that happened earlier seems to be failed. What a Sherlock of me.

    As we arrive back at WPD. Marina began to trace her thought about the investigation without me.

She longed to be alone while I carry my tasks isolated as well but I fumble it off.

The case I am solving currently might create a connection to Cross's Case that worth hundreds of bucks in the sack.

They kept notifying me of this task because they wanted revenge so I told them to give me time to unravel it otherwise there will be convicted if I make it quickly and decode nothing for less duration.

If the victim described without coercion was the same as the explanation from the footage in Cross's case - so the rapist migrates and devours more prey.

Papers aside and I truly avoid gluing my eyes on the screen for a very long time to stave off my eye damage from it.

The case was not clear as the sky so I have to stop by Grace again if she did shed sweat today or maybe give her some moment like she said earlier. 

    My phone rang and then I immediately snatch it in no time to stop tingling twice. It was Grace. Her voice is sweet as sugar after taking my first taste of it.

Luckily, I was out of the office so I can solve my case secretly and then pass my report to Marina after I accomplished my deciphering.

    "Sir Wilson?" She answered with a soft and sweet voice yet still.

    "Good evening Ms. Dandelion, anything you succeed from inquiring?"

    "Yes, can you come over for better understanding?" She chimes more like a puppy or a kitten pleading for shelter in a harsh winter.

    "Of course Ms, wait for me" I ended the ring.

    I decide to leave without telling Marina so but I will leave a note for my pal at the counter. Hoping this evening will be promising.