Start Writing!I knew now that time had come; he had one last girl somewhere, alive by the sound of it. I wanted to hit myself in the head; I had missed this, and he must have somehow hinted at it over and over. I had to act fast. There was no way of knowing how long this girl would be alive. And he had called me out in the middle of the room; I couldn’t back down from this. I just stood there as the execution room emptied out until only the police Chief, Petra and I remained.   

  “I am expecting you two in my office on the double,” he shouted at us before storming out. Petra looked at me and sighed. “He wasn’t happy you were on the case; you know, that whole situation with those deaths.” I knew exactly what she meant. The case still haunted me; I had lost Dragon on that one. I shrugged. “I didn’t know you’d also handled this one. It was just a runaway case, you know: a daughter angry because her mother didn’t understand her. Or so she thought.”

Petra just smiled. I was glad I had met her. She looked weak, even frail, but she had such a strong life force, even for an angel. I admired this in her. I was glad that she liked me and had helped me; she wasn’t Dragon but there was a similar friendship blooming. That concerned me a little. Fraza had been edgy ever since she miscarried, treating Rikku, who still lived with me and Didymus my cat, like her daughter; something Rikku didn’t like.

Petra was already walking from the chamber. “He won’t be too happy if we stay here much longer, you know,” she yelled back at me. I shook my head and sighed as I followed her out.  

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