Hi I am Richard Rollins. WWIII veteran and not so recent suicide attempt victim. I was saved on the bridge of San Francisco by a young girl who went by the name of Chloe Collins where we recently moved to Florida together to be out of the gang violence. What are the chances of finding someone with a name that rhymes with yours. Well she helped me get into the police academy because she thought that I could use my skills somewhere else other than in the waters under the bridge. I graduated top of my class and am ready to rumble.

“10 200 at the construction site I repeat! 10 200 at the construction site. Does anybody copy?” Says the radio.

“10 4.” I said as I started my sirens and began rushing to the scene. When I got there, their was a man in the roof holding a hostage.

“Don’t make another move!” said the Man with a New Jersey accent.” Or this little kid will get the pavement!”

The kid whimpered and I knew he was serious. “Put down the kid! Now!” I shouted to him. The sun now was blazing into my eyes and could only see his outline.

He responded with,”Oh yeah? Or what?”

I had no clue what to say until he followed up with,”You don’t remember me? You don’t remember me! You were always that way!”

“I have no idea what your talking about!”

“You wouldn’t get it! You never get it!” He said before he dropped the young child.

The next day…

I woke up to a nightmare about the kid. His small naive eyes, his blonde long hair, and his chubby little cheeks that had freckles stretched across like a spider web. I got up with minimum sleep and did my regular routine to get ready for work. I drove to the police station to check up on what that guy meant about knowing me.

So I spent the next 2 hours examining every arrest ever made until Chloe came in the room and said,” see that criminal has been keeping you on the highs.”

“Sure has.” I replied.

“Why don’t you after your shift come to my house? To study these later, because now we got another murder.”

“Another?”

We then proceeded to get in the car to drive to the crime scene, it was a fire station.

“Obvious murder. Done by a 5’7 sized person as seen by the position of the bullet holes. Right handed as seen also by the bullets entry way.” Says the detective.

“Wow. You amaze me again bill.” I said.

“Yeah how’d you get that good at being a detective?” Chloe asked.

“You’ll never understand.” Bill responded.

“So who’s our obvious suspect?” I asked.

“We have a lead on a cereal killer named Micah in the area. But nobody else if we are to be wrong.”

“Oh well. I guess works over for the day seeing as though it’s noon. I guess I’ll text you Chole in a bit to eat dinner?”

“That would be lovely.” She responded.

A few hours later.

I arrived at Chloe’s house to find her organizing the kitchen to reveal a basket of fried chicken, not the most formal of foods but still tasty. As I sat down with my chicken I notice Chloe was curling her blonde hair. She was trying to seduce me. After we talked a bit at the table we moved to the couch.

“And then Francois started crying!” I joked.

“Hahaha.” Chloe said. “ you have the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you”

Chloe and I then leaned in to kiss all to be interrupted with a radio to have all police in the district to meet at this address, they found Micah.

Once me and Chloe were in her car, we arrived in no time to find what seems like a huge drug bust to see Micah. I finally notice him. We were brothers. After I got drafted I thought he died in the gang violence. Though I got to bring him to the supermax prison, he promised me this

“I will never be gone!”