He sets down the paper and quickly scribbles the date and time in his notebook, along with a note: 'HDB possible relapse? Check in first thing.'
Psyche
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He sets down the paper and quickly scribbles the date and time in his notebook, along with a note: 'HDB possible relapse? Check in first thing.'
You used to believe you came from a large family with many half-brothers and sisters, but where are they now? However you shout, they can't hear you...
In a mould-covered bathroom inside a trashed hostel near the edge of Martinaise, a middle-aged man grips the sides of a cold sink in white-knuckled fury...
He sighs and returns to his crossword. He is a police officer, not a baby-sitter.
Meanwhile, his colleague is filling in the last clues of his nightly crossword when he hears what seems to be some kind of animalistic howling from the adjoining room. He directs his eyes toward the door of their shared bathroom...
If an assault were launched on this building right now -- if the windows came crashing down and the whole world descended upon you -- this man would hurl himself in death's way to save you. You are sure of this -- but why?
Not far from here a 34-year-old man called Jean Vicquemare reluctantly picks his facial hair while a dark-haired woman in an officer's suit waits for an answer. A typical police station morning hums in the background: telephones ringing, the whirr of a roll'o'dex...
"Have you seen the way he dresses?" The man asks. "It's like he's not even a cop anymore. Shows up in here looking like a clown, reeking of alcohol. Screams at everyone... I'm done with that guy."
That's cop for: "I haven't offered to pay because I don't have any money either."
He was. Why else would he call it a very good point? Does this mean you're a very good detective? Possibly.
The weight is reassuring. Like a crenel on solid fortification. Pat pat pat...
I am less sceptic about this hunch, he thinks, than I was of the supra-natural premonitions that overtook you at the trash container. He then covers his nose again...
If the lieutenant were here he would have an idea what to do. But he isn't. He's somewhere filling paperwork. Looks like you'll just have to work it out on your own.
The weight is reassuring. Like a crenel on solid fortification. Pat pat pat...
You, your friends, your family. Everyone you had ever known. This was you.
Leeches, fleas, and thieves. All the freeloader scum living off the hard work of others. Such is your belief.