Chapter 47 Not In The Best Position

Chapter 47 Not In The Best Position
Detective Harris's POV

It had been two long weeks since Big Jay was murdered right there in the hospital, and it's a shame that I still couldn’t piece everything out yet.

I could barely sleep properly. I bet even a debtor with the highest amount of debt find sleeps sometimes.

But me? I hardly close my eyes at night.

Every morning I woke up with the same heavy weight pressing on my chest.

Now it's been two weeks already, yet the case felt colder instead of clearer.

I've never felt lost in a case like this before.

This one is really draining me.

I was sitting my office staring at the wall for a long time before even touching the files on my desk.

“Something isn’t right…” I muttered to myself, rubbing my jaw slowly.

It’s Monday morning, and the office is busy as always. Officers walked past my office, carrying files and speaking in low voices.

The sound of phones ringing filled the air, mixed with the constant tapping of keyboards.

The typist isn’t having it this morning. She sits at the corner of the large office, punching the keys of the typewriter, typing and printing copies like she was born for it.

And just somewhere down the hallway, someone was arguing about a report that was due.

I leaned back in my chair and ran a hand down my face. Mondays were never easy, but today felt heavier than usual.

Papers were scattered across my desk, and the case file in front of me refused to make sense no matter how many times I read it.

Through the glass window of my office, I watched as two junior officers hurried past, clearly stressed.

Everyone had something to do.

Everyone was chasing deadlines.

And somehow, in the middle of all that noise and movement, I felt completely stuck.

THE CHARLIE CARTER CASE.

Now, Detective Big Jay’s case too.

Both cases are murder—cold, brutal, and carefully planned. No signs of struggle. No clear witnesses. No solid evidence pointing to a suspect. Just two important bodies… and silence.

I can remember vividly the last time I visited the hospital Big Jay was being murdered, I realized something about their story was wrong.

The hospital security said one thing. The nurses said another.

Not to talk about the timing that didn’t match—not even a bit.

The witness accounts felt forced and maybe just too clean, like someone was purposely clearing up evidence.

Stories the nurses and doctors gave felt too perfect and scripted.

And if course, I hate perfect stories. Perfect stories usually meant somebody rehearsed it.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at Big Jay’s photo pinned to the board. “You didn’t just die like that,” I whispered under .y breath. “You were taken out… and somebody thinks they got away with it.”

For a spilt second, my office suddenly felt too quiet like he was here—lije Big Jay was here.

I could feel it.

Big Jay even in his grave he's trying to pass a message because deep down in my gut, something kept poking me, telling me this case was bigger than it looked.

I let out a loud sigh I never knew I was holding, then I leaned in a d grabbed the closest case file next to me.

I started to flip through it like I really understood what I was seeing, however, I was barely focused.

I was only seeing but I couldn't grab a thing from the pages I was flipping through.

I suddenly hissed and closed the file angrily.

I was just about the fike off my table when my office phone rang sharply.

The sudden sound made me look up fast and I almost jolt in fear.

I yanked the telephone from its socket and immediately slammed it in my ear, “Yeah?” I answered sharply, my voice rough and tired.

Lucy’s voice immediately came from the other end. Lucy is the station’s receptionist, and she has been working with us for several years now.

“Sir… there’s someone here asking to see you.” Lucy said sharply.

I sighed.

“Send them in.” I responded coldly, almost too thoughtless.

I didn't even care to ask who it was or what they wahred. I was just too exhausted to ask.

Whoever it was or whatever they wanted…they should come sit in my fr9m5 and walk about it.

It's surprising that Lucy hesitated fir a while before speaking again. “Sir… she doesn’t want to come in. She says you need to step outside for just a minute.” She finally said.

I slowly lowered the file in my hand.

Hmm. Strange. I thought.

My eyebrows tightened instantly. “Excuse me?” My tone changed at once.

Lucy didn’t protest. She repeated herself, “She won’t come in.” Then she cleared her throat nervously and added, “She’s asking if you could step out for a moment.”

“I should step out to see her?” I choked, almost too shocked.

“Yes sir… she insists you step out.” Lucy in fact responded.

I slowly leaned back in my chair, eyes narrowing.

Who walks into a police station and refuses to step into an office to see an officer?

Somehow, this didn’t sit right with me Not at all.

I started to tap my fingers slowly on my desk as I thought about the strangeness of the situation.

“Lucy… who is she?” I asked, my voice was calm but sharp.

Lucy answered immediately, “Sir… she didn’t give her name.”

This made me to sit upright immediately.

“She didn’t what?” My voice grew colder. “You mean to tell me someone walks into a police station, demands to see me, refuses to step into my office, and doesn’t even give a name?”

Lucy sounded uncomfortable when she responded. “Yes sir… she just said you’ll understand.”

“Okay now, this isn't going my way at all.” I thought.

I suddenly felt a strange chill move down my spine. It was as though like something I've never experienced before in my life.

“I’ll understand?” I repeated slowly, almost to myself.

Okay, that didn’t really make much sense.

None of it did.

And my instincts were screaming now.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t random.

Something about this whole thing felt careful—maybe even too important for me to turn the person down.

Of course, I had no idea who was out there waiting to see me. But whoever it was must have had something important to say.

And here I was, seated in my office, struggling to make sense of two murder cases. I wasn’t exactly in the best position to turn down what might be an opportunity—even from a distance.