Detective Pete Cheneigh leaned against the wall in the Police
Station talking to his visiting brother, Blair. His jacket was on
the coat rack, exposing his gun holster with his semi-automatic
resting in his with no bullets in it. They were in separate
pockets on the leather holders waiting to be used one day.
His sleek, black hair tended to get in his eyes
consistently, forcing him to shift his head slightly to get them
out of the way. Pete was young, 26 years of age. His birthday was
the past April. There were no birthday parties. He was working
24/7, 4/12. His parents and girlfriend had attempted to throw a
tiny birthday bash for him, but he refused, putting the hundreds
of dollars they'd spent on him to waste.
He was paranoid and slightly disturbed, but was
always joking around with everybody. That didn't get in the way
of his intelligence though. He had once read "Sherlock Holmes"
and feel that quite impressed. The character seemed related to
him too much, making him predictable and too easy for Pete to
understand. That's who he was- a hardcore Sherlock Holmes as
dubbed by Sheryl Rearty. Sheryl, the receptionist at the Police
Station, always admired his lack of socialism and his personality
that seemed like paranoia to his psychologist. Pete ditched his
psychologist over a month ago.
There he stood, sipping his coffee from the mug his
younger sister had made for him in the 6th grade.
She's now in 10th grade and lives with her father.
He had nearly spilled his coffee when he heard Jerry and David
coming into the station with a sobbing adolescent in their
"What happened?" Sheryl
"Nothing, that's it!" Jerry almost yelled.
David was behind him, silent but with the same expression on
his partner's face.
Pete turned to the three, watching the girl
cry her eyes out.
"She don't look alright," Blair said,
watching them leave farther into the station.
"Blair, stop being a dumb-ass. She
doesn't look alright. Where're you from? The 'hood'?"
They both shared a brief laugh, holding onto their coffees so
they won't spill. Blair then glanced at his watch.
"Oh man, it's 9: 56. I gotta go, man." They
shook their hands and Blair went out the door.
"Say hi to Debra for me!" Pete yelled out to
Blair as he walked out the door. Blair flipped him off. Debra
Jennings was the woman Blair just couldn't shut up about that
worked at the bar close to his apartment.
Officer Gould came up to Pete and gave him a small bump in the
"Hey man, you might wanna go check out the scene Jerry and
David've got there. Pretty weird if you ask me."
"They're still together?" Pete asked.
"What, you think they're some sort of item or couple or
something? They were assigned to each other as partners."
Gould's mustache twitched each time he talked and Pete couldn't
get his eyes off of it. It was like dancing facial hair.
"I thought they were some sort of couple though. They seemed
attached." he said with a grin on his face, becoming contagious
and reaching Gould's.
"Ha ha. You're very funny, mister smarty-panties. Now get over
there and see what they're up to." He gave him another bump in
the arm as Pete walked over to the three, putting his coffee
cup down on a random desk.
"What've we got here?" Pete said, folding his arms as he came
to them. Jerry and David looked up at him.
"We got a call at 8: 27 PM from a man saying that there was an
adolescent in the middle of the express way saying that someone
killed someone else. She showed us to the place where she
claimed it happened and there was nothing there."
Pete glanced at the girl, her face soaked with tears and her
hair matted with dust and debris. "This her?" he asked pointing
his thumb towards her.
"Yes, that's her. We're contacting her parents for a fine
notification of purposely false emergencies." The girl's head
bowed down, in a shame that didn't seem 100 percent real.
Pete glanced at her again, then back to the officers. "Have you
tried a lie detector test on her?" Jerry and David looked at
him in a sort of disbelief.
"Lie detector test?"
"Yes, a lie detector test. You know, to figure out whether
they're telling the truth or not."
"Yes, we know what it is, Peter-"
"Don't call me that."
"Fine. But we already have the evidence that she couldn't prove
there was a crime of any sort, except for pulling a false alarm
"I'd do it just incase. She doesn't look like she's joking
Jerry gave Pete an annoyed look, then grabbed the girl by the
arm and lead her to another room.
"Gentle," Pete called after him. He turned around and made
another annoyed expression on his face as Pete smirked in vain.