Waiting patiently on my prize. It wasn’t very long, five minutes perhaps until I saw your familiar form cross the road toward the small café. You l...ooked good, the name James Bond sprang to mind. You somehow looked different, but mostly as I remembered you. My all action hero. You kissed me on the lips and gave me a warm hug. Your bright cheery smile still the very same. Within a few minutes we were off to find your car in the over congested NCP. Your relaxed fashion was still the same, as you. One move backward, and we could’ve gone to bed, one move forward, and we’d go back to the party. Chloe broke away from the kiss, breathless. “I have to go,” she said, quickly moving away.“Wait,” I called out. I followed along behind her and went back downstairs, but it was too late. Other people were around again, the moment was gone. Chloe had disappeared.Walking back outside, into the hot-shouldered sun, Michael looked at me oddly as he stood there, beer in hand. His brow creased, as he. “Good day.”The detectives left the office and Sam indicated that I should stay quiet. We sat for a couple of minutes, and then he spoke.“That’s what this is about. Making the arrest. I’ll bet you anything someone at the newspapers will be tipped off as well. And it’ll be somewhere reasonably prominent. Then, when the State’s Attorney declines to proceed, it’ll be on page 30, if they even bother to run the article at all.”“So what can we do?” I asked.“Not much. I’ll call my friend in the State’s. I got married the day I turned 23, it was one of the most happy but also the most nervous days of my life that during the day I was relieved with sex and the first situation was right at 7 am making a brooch to my brother in the car when he took me to the hairdresser, then at home with the help of my sister I masturbated like crazy, then already dressed as a bride and ready for the photo session before going to church I asked my poor mother who called my father to the room who wanted to talk to.