Sleep. Do you know what that means? It’s a beautiful word. I’ve been aching for sleep. My eyes drooping, straining to stay awake. My legs so tired I can barely stand. Any moment now, I feel I will crash into the floor leaving a big dent. All I can feel, is hatred for whoever committed this crime making me to stay up so freaking late.
Should I just ask them if I can go home now? I know I have a serious job and all, being a detective, but I really don’t know what their saying, all I see are mouths flapping. I’m just surprised I’m not fired yet. When I got my dream job, I didn’t know that meant I would get such little sleep. Being a detective is harder than what they show on TV. It’s false advertisement. “ The person behind this has more than
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”I scream as loud as I can. I hear faint laughter in the back alleyways. As quickly as I can, I run after them. I soon become tired and there is no sign of the murderer left behind, but a little doll. Red marks drawn all over it and sticky goop. Oh and one more distinct feature, it was missing it’s head. I quickly put on a glove and placed the delicate toy in a plastic bag. For some reason I feel as if I have seen this doll before, but of course with it’s head on. I need to get this back to the department. Instantly I see Jimmy running towards me. “ Where the heck have you been! What happened to Bobo? What carless thing did you do now?” Jimmy is practically yelling at me. “ Hold your horses and calm down Jimmy!” I try to tell him. He ignores my request and keeps arguing with me. “ It’s almost three in the morning what are you doing? Trying to get us all killed? Is that what you want?” He is rather persistent about telling me how terrible I am. I simply hold up the plastic bag. Jimmy’s pale eyes widen, “Where did you get that?” Finally he gives me an opportunity to discuss some of his rather worrying questions. “ I found it round here, and to answer most of your questions I wasn’t trying to get anyone killed. I was just getting some space from everything and Bobo was shot.” Jimmy just kept staring at the bag. “ What?! Did you even listen to anything I said?” I say, hinting to him my frustration. “ That’s my daughter's doll.” That was