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| | mardi, octobre 12, 2004

It was still dark when she drove past the apartment blocks up to the police station. She had barely slept. A really bad cold. And being out at the murder site for hours yesterday had only worsened the coughing. She should quit smoking.
But it wasn’t really the cold that had kept her awake. It was the girl. They hadn’t found one match with any missing person’s case in the database. It bothered her that she must be illegal or foreign.
She’d bought a paper while picking up her lunch. Already they were hinting at a possible serial killer.
She should go to the morgue today and have a good look at the corpse. And write a report, then go to the 2 o’clock meeting, get her motorbike fixed.
She was driving past the bitch's restaurant and couldn’t resist looking. The curtains were down. Of course. The bitch had called yesterday, -after midnight of course- asking if she could come over for the night. She had refused. It made her so angry, she sat grinding her teeth in front of the wheel. The bitch gave her nothing but trouble, relying heavily on the fact that she was still in love with her for sex and an occasional night out (all expenses paid).
Talk was oozing from the radio. She switched it off.
"What a shitty day." She thought while parking her car too close to the shiny black BMW of the boss.
She took her vest and slammed the car door into the armoured black monster on her right. Hm, not a scratch."I’m going to have to try harder," she thought.

* spelling edit 16/10

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