Nothing worse for a nocturnal person, then a call at noon; even worse when it is the Clearwater Police department. My name is TearRa Ikazawa, and I usually work the night shift in homicide. But the other detective that has any clue about the supernatural freaky ness is on vacation; jerk. Usually if the day shift has a question they would leave a note on my office door, and I would answer their questions the same way. So when they call me its usually bad. I roll across my bed and got the phone.
“This better be good” I answered.
“Sorry to call ya, but I ain't got a choice…” the officer replied hastily.
“What’s so damn important?” I snapped.
“The captain said we got a body for ya”
“Give me the address, and if it’s just a normal murder you can worn the captain that I’m going to be pissed” I hissed as I hung up the phone.
I rolled off my bed not bothering with the lights as I drifted to my closet and grabbed my typical night shift clothes that I ware when the nights get chilly by human standards. I threw on a pair of black trouser pants, a black tee-shirt, and my black boots. I slide my shoulder holster complete with a slandered 9mm on and thread my leather belt through the loops. On my way out to the kitchen I grab my boot knife and slide it into place.
My kitchen is small and joins my living room with a bar that separates them. I grab my shades and trench form the bar top and head out the door sliding my coat into place as my neighbor comes down the hall from the elevator.
“Well here’s something I don’t see often.” Mr. Baugtston smiled.
Mr. Baugtston is about eighty years young and a kind man. He always helps the tenets when they move in and makes treats for the kids on holidays. He is always in a good mood and sees the best in people; a rare person to come across nowadays.
“Mr. Baugtston, good afternoon” I replied with a smile.
“Where you off to child, you’re not usually up this early in the afternoon?”
“I’m on call for the day shift for the next few weeks” I sigh
“Well you take care of yourself, your still so young enjoy yourself” he scolded.
“I will” I replied as I got on the elevator. I stepped out of the lobby to the hot muggy afternoon to my car that parked three cars down from the entrance.