The phone rang for the third time in ten minutes. I'm taking a bath so I don't intend to answer although it may be important.
Minutes pass again and the phone stops ringing. Silence then surrounds me and I feel like in paradise, like in my realm: a realm where I can meditate in peace without being disturbed.
But then, the phone rings again and I decide to answer, and see why this person is calling me so intrusively.
Covering my body with only a cloth, I went to the phone with wet hair. "Minako on the line. Who am I talking to?"
“Do you have time today?” So rude. This woman who was on the line could at least have said hello. “Depends on what.” “I need help.” Then she hung up. I thought I didn't take the phone call that seriously, after all it could be a phone joke, like the ones my friends always make me because they never like that I've been neglecting them so much lately.I didn't have any more time, I was too busy helping my father clear up the cases.
I went back to the bathroom to dry off. My thoughts were still unwanted during the phone call. What important things did this woman want to tell me, and why was she so pushy? It couldn't possibly have been a phone joke, I knew all of my friends' disfigured voices. As a junior detective, I just had to know that.
While I was drying my hair as well, there was a knock on the door which I couldn't possibly hear as the hairdryer was too loud. However, I thought I heard a faint, strange knocking and turned the hairdryer off for a moment.
There it was again: only this time much louder. I ran to the door and opened a crack. "Who's there?"
"Please, I need help!" "But that's not ..!?" The woman in front of my door had the same voice as the one on the phone. I froze for a few seconds, then carefully opened the door.A woman in a long black dress and a big funny hat stood in front of me. “What do you want?” I couldn't separate my eyes from her hat, the laughter almost escaped me again and again, but I did my best to stop it. "May I come in, I can't tell you what I want here. I want help, that's all I'm telling you here." "Yes, come in if it's that important." It looked like it was I found myself in one of those crime films, or like replacing my father in his absence. That smelled like an exciting case that I would have to master alone. But maybe it wasn't.
My heart pounded more and more every second, every silence from the woman made me more excited. I wanted to know what was going on, but she said nothing, just straightened the dress.
"So, now you are in the house, tell me now what I can help you with?" She just stared at me with a serious but at the same time sad look, and was silent.“You will tell me what you are here for, won't you?” She remained silent, you could see a slight restlessness in her eyes, you could see that in her too. “You called me earlier, didn't you?” Her look said so much, it's a shame that she didn't seem to want to talk to me. I decided to make her leave because I had better things to do than watch her silence.
But when she heard that she had to go, she decided to tell me what was bothering her. The woman didn't seem older than 25, and there was so much suffering and pain in her eyes. "I know I should have turned to your father, but he's too busy with more important cases than that he can help me, and ..." "My father didn't have time to help someone ?! That is not possible! Mine Father would never refuse a case ... "" Hmm ... I don't know, but that's it. "The woman seemed to be more excited. "Your father said he was too involved in a case that he didn't have time for others." "He said that?! "I was confused because I had never heard my father reject a case or even that a case would be too difficult for him." Yes, he did. "It was somehow very strange, my father was known all over the world, everyone knew the name" Okamura ", precisely because of him." Well, he will probably have his reasons. And now to you, how do you think I can help you? What exactly is your problem? "" I think my brother is being followed. He always says he feels uncomfortable when he gets home from work and feels that he is being watched. "She stopped, didn't finish her idea." Is that all? Your brother is paranoid and you want me to do something about it? Do you think I'm a psychologist or something? I would have had to study today, so when that was all, you can go away again. "I know I wasn't particularly polite, but you can't bother you for just such a little thing." No! You must take me seriously, miss. I beg you, I beg you!I'm sure my brother doesn't think so. He's not the kind of person who gets upset about a guess. "Tears gathered in her eyes that slowly flowed on her face. I felt sorry for her, I saw the unrest and sadness in her voice and her eyes. You could read them like an open book. But was it only so much, Her eyes said too much that she was so worried just about a suspicion her brother made, there must be more hidden in her story, and I was too curious to miss such a case.
“What do you want me to do?” I was determined to at least investigate what this case was all about, so that the woman calmed down again, and I had also satisfied my curiosity.
"I don't know. Do what you see right, just check if my brother is in danger or not."
That sounded a bit bold, but I decided to take the case.*****
THE PAIN! THE HORROR! OH THE AGONY !! that's too colloquial and I absolutely don't like the ending ~. ~ "this is my very first crime thriller and I think (if I can finish it) my last ~. ~
I mean ... Writing crime fiction is the most fun, but I will never be able to write really cool and interesting crime fiction ~. ~
My crime writer role model is Carsten (akechi90) XDD ~ I would like to be able to write cool crime novels like him, but that will probably be impossible ~. ~
~ * ~ criticism welcome ~ * ~ but I'm also looking forward to commis ~. ~