Death Pleasure

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Yahir

Skin-toned Latino, with a V-shaped body and six-packed abs, reflected on the mirror. After a while, it was covered by a blue uniform shirt, tucked with ironed pants strapped by the garrison belt.

As he opened the door, he suddenly smelled a toasting luncheon meat and a fried egg. He entered the kitchen and looked at the woman with blank eyes.

"I'm leaving," he farewelled monotonously and walked directly to the door. He twisted the knob, at the same time, he felt something wrapped on his wrist.

Looking what's behind, cute puppy eyes blinked in front of him, "Please taste the special dish I prepared."

"I already tasted a Spam."

Janna formed pouty lips, "This is special because it was fried by my own hands," she pleased sweetly like a child.

Yahir used to eat breakfast in the office than at home, but due to his sister's request, he gave it a try. It was so sweet after all. He looked at the watch first before he dealt with the invitation.

Without sitting, he grabbed the fork, pierced the meet and swallowed it whole. "Goodbye," he said with his mouth full and has gone.

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The creamy bittersweet aroma of coffee lingers through his nostril as he sipped the hot liquid inside the mug. The ceramic button clanked against the glass table after he was satisfied to put it down. Then fixed his reading glasses to read clearly the document in front of him.

He suddenly heard three knocks that were followed by an opening of the door.

"Sir," a lower-ranked cop woman loaded by a bunch of folders sweetly greeted him.

"Come in," he said coldly. In a blink of an eye, his table was being refilled with a mountain of documents.

"S-sir, this is too many, I can offer a help," she said nervously and combed down the hair above her ear.

"Sure. Take these back to the document storage room."

That is out of her expectation but still obeyed his order.

After hours, he was bothered by an unexpected visit.

"Sir, you haven't eaten lunch yet?"

"Why do you mind?" he said in his casual monotonous tone.

She turned red due to awkwardness, thought she was annoying and should be stopped, "I-I'm just concern."

She never heard Yahir's voice after. It seems her officer is really busy and dedicated to his job.

The sun started to rest down, but his eyes are still glued to the sheet containing pictures and information about a citizen. He closed the folder after reading the last word on the last page then put it down the floor together with the other read documents.

He took a deep breath and leaned to his chair. He let out a sigh through his mouth then rested his palms to his nape.

His vision began to adjust to the wall while his mind still in deep processing. Minutes had passed before he realized the arrow of the wall clock pointed quarter to 12. This is the only time he noticed the silence and darkness inside the room. Back to his senses, he put the unread folders in his laptop bag before he left.

Darkness surrounded him while standing in front of the door. Except for the clink of keys he brought, mixed noises buzzed inside with rumbling sounds of bass.

As he opened the door, he was greeted by the dim spontaneous colors of light that came from a 48-inches flat-screen TV. That wasn't the thing that drew his attention, but it's her sister who's laying on the sofa dropped into a deep sleep.

He checked his wristwatch--It's already passed at 1 am. Wondering how much boredom she withstood just to wait for his return.

He slipped his arms below Janna's waist and back to lift her and delivered into the bedroom. After he gently put her on the bed, he kissed her on the forehead and left.

He went to the kitchen to drink water. But when he opened the refrigerator, he was a bit confused about the unsliced cake but didn't mind to analyze as his thoughts were already overflowed due to his work. After he drank, he closed the refrigerator without noticing the dedication on the cake.

Near to 3 am, the lights in his room are still active. He was sitting on the swivel chair, leaning his arms onto the office table while still reading the documents.

Y.

He reached his search at Y last names without finding even one person to move them on a clue! Then what now, they need to move again to another place?

He frustratedly wiped out his table, squeezed his fist, and forcedly hit it on the wall on his right side. It's just a small thud, but huge damage to the bone. Blood started to run through his hands while feeling numb and unable to move it.

He was about to treat his wound by applying a cold water bag when he saw something familiar through his peripheral vision. It was a picture of a woman attached to an open folder he threw on the floor.

He crouched and took it to see closer. Almost has the same chestnut eyes and a pointed nose. He read the name--"Morgana Reyes Zapanta."

At six o'clock am, he drove his car. Janna was still asleep at that time. With the address he has gotten, he's still unfamiliar as they're just new in the province.

Passing through the country road filled with wheat fields everywhere, he managed to stop when he saw a farmer to ask for the address. When he got it, he continued.

He stopped in front of an isolated small house made of bricks. He was first hesitant because it was out of modernization, wondering if there is someone still living. But due to smokes came from the chimney, he confirmed.

He knocked multiple times until the door had opened. An old woman who got eyebrows furrowed and looked at him with furious eyes.

"I already told you we're not giving up our home!" Then she slammed the door. But before the wood touches the edge of the frame door, Yahir managed to block it using his shoes.

"I'm here for Morgana Zapanta."

"She was gone just a few years ago!" The old lady kicked his shoe back and able to lock the door.

"Mom? Be kind to our visitors!" he heard from the inside.

"He's arresting Morgana and stealing our house!"

He never moved. He's still standing in there when the door suddenly opened. A morena petite teenage girl wearing yellow floral sando welcomed her with a warm smile.

"I'm sorry about my grandmother," she giggled awkwardly then turned into a casual tone, "How can I help you, officer?"

"I'm a police detective," he showed his badge, "I just need to talk to Morgana Zapanta. Is she there?"

The girl stepped outside and closed the door. "I'm sorry, she had moved almost a year ago."

"Where?"

She gave him a long face, "We don't know. Before we moved here, she was already living outside the town."

"What is your relationship with her?"

"She was my cousin's wife, but we never had a chat. We are here because grandma decided to bring her sweet memories back to this place before she said goodbye to this world--you know what I mean."

"Thank you." He said and leave.

Before he started the car, he banged the steering wheel with his palm. He was lucky that he used his left instead of his injured hand.

Three months.

How will he save their partner's life within 3 months with this situation?

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