“Not even Real Investigation by Volodymyr Yurchenk

- “So, what’s your opinion on current state of affairs?”
- the voice from the darkness asked a man, entering the office.
From darkness, there appeared the old figure of a man, dressed in formal suit and wide, almost
amish-like hat on his head.
- “Don’t be so formal, Jack. It’s not even the real investigation. The man killed himself with his gun during a mental breakdown, which was not very uncommon for him.” - the guest of office answered with usual tone of him, uninterested in further investigation of this case.
The guest followed to the wardrobe of small office and slowly strip his trench coat and police holster off his body. After pausing for a second or two, he hangs his coat in wardrobe, leaving holster at the table, right in front of old figure, named Jack.
- “It’s not your usual case. And you know it. Suicide with three bullets to his chest? Give me a break! It’s that son of a-...” - Jack was quickly interrupted by the guests voice.
- “I don’t like Jessy too, but, there are no real clues about her involvement in this” - the guest rapidly interrupted Jack and moved towards the table, where Jack was sitting by.
After the minuted or two, Jack started to clutch his fists - “Why don’t you say?! Why didn’t you help him, when he was asking? Oh, I’m busy working and so on, don’t you? You know, he had something special for you.”
- “These kinds of “relationships” are not appreciated at our Department. I told him to go back to his wife and live a happy, boring life, but he chose to freak out about our one-time and go on about it.” - a guest finally sat near Jack, appearing from the darkness.
The guest was a middle-aged man in white shirt and blue jeans. Quite a taste, but for his kind of job it not uncommon to have poor choice in style.
- “We found some clues at the scene. You didn’t fire that gun any time recently, don’t you?” -
Jack looked at the guests holster, menacingly laying at the table.
- “Are you suspecting me of something?” - the guest asked, with his voice slightly cracking.
- “After all, you two wanted to be together no matter the cost” - Jack suspiciously looked at guest, analyzing his every move.
After a minute or so had passed in complete silence, the two were battling in some sort of mind games. But the guest had a rougher time, because not only he was at war with Jack, but also with himself.
A sigh ruined it, signaling the compliance from the guest - “I think this gun was stolen from me by Jesse, while I was at Tom’s house and then… you make the ending.”
- “Oh, I will. The Department wouldn’t want to lose such a detective as you, my friend” - Jack answered with a mix of smile and sorrow on his face.