DEAD GONE. Luca Veste

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       Monday 28th January 2013 – Day Two

      Murphy stood in his kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil so he could fill the large mug that was sitting on the counter. Coffee and a little milk already added. He yawned, the previous night’s lack of sleep catching up on him. The events of the previous day conspiring to keep his mind ticking over into the late hours, the ache in his neck telling him falling asleep on the couch was probably a mistake. Yet again, he’d drifted off to the sounds of canned laughter, from the endless re-runs of American sitcoms he watched late at night.

      And then there was the small fact of still not feeling at home.

      Murphy had one proper friend. Jess. Twenty years they’d known each other. Never a hint of romance. Jess had tried to help in the previous couple of months. Trips to Ikea, that sort of thing. He appreciated it, knowing she was probably hating every second of the experience.

      She didn’t like change. Wait … not quite right. She didn’t like other people changing. And so much had changed in the last few months.

       ‘You’ve bought a house?’

       ‘Yeah, I needed somewhere to live.’

       ‘But it’s a little soon don’t you think? It’s not been that long. Where is it?’

       ‘The Millhouse Estate in Moreton.’

       ‘Over-the-water Moreton? Why would you do that? That’s at least a half hour drive for me. You couldn’t have moved around here?’

      ‘Sorry, Jess, that wasn’t really my concern.’

       ‘You prick. You’re just trying to get rid of me.’

       ‘Jess, I’ve been trying to get rid of you for twenty years. It hasn’t worked so far. You’re still technically my best friend.’

       ‘Don’t say that. That’s depressing. And anyway, I’m your only friend.’

       ‘Honest, I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.’

       ‘Oh, grow a pair will you, Bear. Start living up to your name for once.’

      Bear. The same nickname she’d used since they’d met over twenty years ago. She’d become used to his new place within weeks, still preferring to drive over to his house rather than eat alone. Must cost her a fortune in tunnel tolls.

      ‘Shit.’

      Murphy paused in his coffee-making and jumped as the alarm on his new phone went off again. He fished it out of his pocket and pressed some icons in an effort to stop the noise.

      It had woken him at the correct time. Although it being in his trouser pocket had confused him at first. He shut it off, the noise threatening to wake the entire cul de sac. Apparently there was a difference between turning off and sleep mode.

      A quick look at his watch told him it was coming up to half seven, an hour before he usually got in to the station.

      Time enough for a quick wake-up call.

      ‘Bear, it’s too fucking early. What have I told you? Don’t bother me before at least lunchtime.’

      ‘Morning, Jess. Did I wake you?’

      ‘No, I’m up. Peter is at his dad’s and I had to make sure the little bastard is up for school. Can’t rely on that lazy twat he calls a father, and he’d bunk off given half the chance. Fucking teenagers. What do you want?’

      Murphy took a bite of his toast. ‘Got a murder yesterday.’

      ‘Shit. The girl in Sefton Park. Seriously? They gave it to you?’

      ‘Yeah. First one in months.’

      ‘How is it?’

      ‘Interesting.’ Murphy put the half-eaten toast back on the sideboard and opened the fridge with his free hand, taking out a bottle of water. ‘Killer left a letter. Victim is a student. Usual nutcase stuff. You’ll probably end up defending him in court.’

      He heard a snort on the other end of the line. ‘Well … congrats I suppose. I know you wanted to get back into it quicker than this.’

      ‘But …’

      A large sigh. ‘Just … well … don’t let it get to you. I worry, you know.’

      ‘I’m fine,’ Murphy replied, his attention more on trying to unscrew the top off the water bottle with one hand. ‘You gracing me with your presence soon?’

      ‘We’ll see. I’m going back to sleep.’

      The line went dead, and Murphy smiled as he put the phone away.

      Until the previous day, it had been a quiet couple of months for the team he worked on – E Division, headed by DCI Stephens. Lately they’d been tasked with investigating the increase in gang activity around the city centre, but that was proving to be long, difficult work. No one wanted to talk, there were no high-profile murders of youngsters to shake up the city. Just a lot of illegal activity that everyone would rather turn a blind eye to.

      It beat murder though. He took another bite out of the slice of his toast. Nice balanced breakfast. Always important.

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