Mason
I shut my door and walked to my window, I saw him get on a motorcycle and rode away.
'When I get older I'll own one of those and I'll take you on many rides' he used to tell me whenever he would come over to my house and would see my father's motorcycle up front.
My dad promised to give him lessons but I'm sure after his death he had his father teach him instead.
I left my window as he rode away, I need to eat something and go to sleep.
Just when I was about to walk to my kitchen I noticed a yellow envelope on the table beside my front door.
I took it in my hand and saw it had something written on it.
"Maybe this will change your mind"
I opened it cautiously and saw it was pictures, it was pictures of drugs and money and they were taken in secret because they didn't look clear and it looks like the person was taking trying not get noticed.
I was about to call bullshit when I saw a frame, the man looked short and he looked to have receding hair but his face wasn't noticeable.
I can see some sort of writing on his forearm, I moved to my lamp and turned it on, I moved closer and took the picture closer to the light,
On his arm was the writing.
Salazar
This is demon Salazar, but how?
I turned to the back of that particular picture and saw he had written something.
It was an address with the words.
"8:30, and don't be late"
It's for the dinner tomorrow.
I guess he does actually have a way of helping our case.
"What's going on" I asked no one as I looked at the pictures over and over again.
I rushed into my room and took the large weightless frame from the wall.
I kept that one picture of Salazar in my drawer and pinned the other ones to the large pile of evidence I have pinned to my wall.
Is Damian going to be the reason I finally catch the man behind my father's death?.
I heard my stomach growl and I realized I haven't had dinner yet.
I made my way into my kitchen and took my already prepped meal from the fridge and put it in the microwave.
I walked into my room and removed my clothes, throwing them in the hamper. I walked into the bathroom and took my bath.
My mind kept shifting to Damian. I had thought about him a few times growing up, I never got his contact, I had asked mom if she had his father's contact but she told me know.
I tried finding him on Instagram, Facebook and twitter a few years ago but I didn't find anything.
I thought it was a lost cause and I would never see him again, but I guess I was wrong.
Not only did I meet him again, he broke into my house.
And he wants to help me?, how did he find out I was working this job.
Realization came to me as I widened my eyes, does he work for Demon Salazar?
Is he trying to bring him down so he can take over the cartel?.
I shook my head to stop those silly thoughts, my father was on this case for years and he did talk about it often so maybe he just remembered and wanted to help me out with the information he has.
I got out of the shower and got dressed, made my way to the kitchen and took my food out the microwave.
I sat down at my dinning table and started eating, I have a few files on my table. Yes I'm in charge of this case but I still have pending cases to work.
While looking through this case-it is about a jewelry store that got robbed-, I got a call from Oliver.
Oliver is what you'll call, my best friend, he has been with me since we started as junior officers, he was my first assigned partner and we decided to remain partners till date.
"Hey" I answered the phone.
"Masoonnnnn" he yelled over the phone, I can hear a loud hunk. "Oh you fuck off, you totally cut through my lane" he yelled at someone.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop driving and talking, you can't do two things at once" I scolded my friend.
"Whatever" I heard him say making me roll my eyes at him. "I'm on my way to your house, I just left the office and I'm too tired to drive over to mine, can I crash?" He asked me.
I don't know why he bothered even asking if he knew he wouldn't listen if I say no.
"No" I tried to test him.
"Aww, so sad. I'm already climbing up the stairs" he told me.
I got up and unlocked my door, I watched as his panting self walk up to me and got inside my apartment, I shut my door and locked it.
"I'm starving" he said as he sat on my couch, it was then i noticed the bag in his hand.
Now I know why he couldn't drive over to his place, he spent time waiting in line at his favorite place so now he's too hungry and lazy to drive back to his place, since mine is closest.
He brought out the sandwich and began eating.
"Habe yor crbved tha-" I looked at him in disgust as he ate and spoke and with a mouth full of food. 'Have you solved that'
"No I have not, and please eat like an adult, or at least like someone with table manners" I glared at him as I read over the evidence we were able to gather.
"I think it's the shop owner" he said before he took a large gulp of his drink. He burped and took the Mac and cheese he also got.
"Same" I agreed with him. "He wasn't looking all too sad and he kept bringing up insurance" I looked at the pictures we had. I felt him stand and walk up to me, munching on his food and making me shiver in annoyance.
I glared at him and he apologized.
"And the glasses were mostly broken to the outside and there were rarely some on the inside" he pointed at the picture, I looked closely and he was right.
Yes I know, he might act and look dumb, but he's one of the smarted detective I know, he might not do his stuffs the way the rest of us does, but he sure gets his job done.
"We'll have a conversation with him tomorrow, I need to sleep. Clean up and go lay down too, we have a busy day tomorrow" I let out a yawn before making my way to my room.
This isn't the first time he's sleeping over, he usually takes the couch or he comes to sleep beside me. I live in a one bedroom apartment because I'm single and I need to save my money, places are really expensive here.
I laid down on the bed and tried to force myself to sleep but all I can think of is..
Damian.