Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As he looked at the clock sitting on top of the piano, Detective Raines let out a slow sigh of annoyance. He had been on the phone with this particular client for more than two hours already, yet to him it felt like they’ve barely started.
Looking at the hurriedly scribbled notes scattered on his desk, he again writes lines under the following words: crime, passion, victim, and broken. This was going to be another long night, he could tell.
How did things end up like this? he thought. At the end of last year he had already decided that he was going to retire. This line of work was not really working out for him. He was good at it, but it didn’t look like he was making any considerable success against crime. In fact, based on his open cases, the scum of society was still running wild through the city.
The Doubter. The Slacker. The Jester. The Player. The Fair-Weather. To the general public, these words will mean nothing. But for Detective Raines, these were the codenames he assigned to the suspects from his five recent cases, two of which have already been closed. These were by far, five of the most despicable characters he had ever encountered in the line of duty. Each of their names tell the story of how they victimize their prey. Going into detail would probably be best left for another day.
“Like I told you earlier Ma’am,” said Detective Raines to his client on the other end of the call, “It would really be best if you cut all ties with that man.”
The woman on the other line says something, to which the detective replies, “Yes Ma’am, I know. You’ve been saying that for the last 96 minutes.”
“Listen Ma’am. As I’ve told you before, The Player is a wily sociopath with no regard for right or wrong. To him, you are just like another piece of fine beef in the meat shop, to be discarded once the butcher has finished slicing you up for all your worth. Do you want that kind of life??”
The woman at the other end lets out a slightly inaudible gasp. There is a long moment of silence, and then the call abruptly ends. Putting the phone back on its cradle, Detective Raines mutters to himself, Good night to you too, Ma’am.