Mitch awoke in the middle of the night. Ugh. When he woke up in the middle of the night he just accepted it and started his day, he had no way of falling back asleep.
He rubbed his eyes and lifted his head to look at the surroundings of his moonlight lit apartment. The sudden realisation of two figures standing in the dark nearly made him jump out of bed. He focused his eyes and saw that is was perm and moustache off the TV. They were just staring at him like those twins in the shining. He saw perms arm slowly lift and in his hand was a gun. He was mimicking Carl's movements. Mitch just waited and stared back.
"..what are you gonna do? shoot m-" A gunshot cut through the air and into Mitch's chest, causing him to scream out in pain and fall back onto the bed. He looked down to just see red. Red invading his chest and stomach and then the mattress and pooling around him. He began to feel his lungs fill with blood and his breathing start to get more difficult. He violently coughed to relieve some of the blood and was in excruciating pain.
The perm and moustache still stood there, watching him struggle.
"You're dying Mitch" the moustache said as if he was a robot. Very monotone and emotionless. Mitch growled in pain
"You think?" He remarked back but neither of them found it funny or annoying. Nothing. The perm and the moustache started saying one thing after the other
"Are you strong enough to wake up?"
"Do you want to wake up?"
"Is it worth waking up?"
"How do you wake up?
"Can you wake up?"
"Are you dying?"
"Are you dead?" Mitch felt like crying. This was pure torture.
"Go away. Go the FUCK AWAY!"
"We're sorry Mitch" the moustache slowly lifted his arm, holding the same gun as perm. They began saying one thing after another again.
"Mitch"
"Grassi"
"Mitch"
"Grassi"
"Mitch"
"GRASSI!"
"MITCH!"
"GRASSI!"
"MITC-"
A gunshot cut through the air once more and Mitch felt it hit his skull and puncture through into his brain. It felt like he was getting shot in slow motion and he could feel every single detail. He was certain that it was the worst experience or feeling he had ever had.
"GRASSI!"
His door was kicked open by the boss and Mitch shot up to see daylight beaming through his window. His door on the floor, basically broken, and that fuckin asshole standing there. Every cloud has a silver lining, at least it was just a nightmare.
"Get up, we've got a murder case and unfortunately you have to be there as it is your job"
"You broke my fucking door you ape"
"Oh I feel like crying" he sarcased "Now get up. Meet me downstairs" and just as sudden as he barged in, he was gone. If anything that interaction felt more like a dream. Mitch rubbed his chest and looked at where he had been shot. Fucking twice now. His fingers ran over a scar undoubtedly from a bullet. Motherfucker.
Mitch got up and looked into his god awful wardrobe. Nothing was chic or sexy or goth or even punk. What the fuck? This is supposed to be the 80s and theres no punk shit? It's just old man shirts and ugliness. He just groaned. He made a note to himself to update the clothes. He put on his clothes from the day before and made his way downstairs and saw that ridiculous fucking man smoking in some stupid bad boy pose against his ugly car. The boss stomped out his cigarette.
"Took you long enough. The body might have decomposed"
"You're soooooo funny" Mitch rolled his eyes
"I know"
"I'm not getting in that car with you"
"Come again?"
"I am not. Getting. In that car. With you."
"Mmm. How interesting"
The boss threw Mitch onto his shoulder. Again. Mitch tried to fight back better than he did originally but nothing worked and he was thrown into the boot of the car once more. The boss slammed it shut and Mitch kicked it, infuriated.
"IM GETTING REALLY SICK OF THIS!"
"TELL ME IF YOU CAN FEEL MY VIOLIN IN THERE, I'LL PLAY YOU A LITTLE SOMETHING" he heard the Boss's muffled and disgusting voice followed by the sensation of the car moving. Correction. Being near that fucker was actually the worst experience and feeling he'd ever had. He'd rather be back in the nightmare, that was a walk in the park compared to this shit.
After a while, the car came to a stop and the boot opened and Mitch jumped out and latched his hands onto the boss's coat and yanked him as hard as he could
"Dont put me in that fucking boot again" he growled
"Maybe if you started listening to me I wouldn't have to carry you around" the boss grabbed Mitchs wrists and aggressively pulled them off his coat.
"You know for something that isn't even real you're a real asshole"
"Not real? I'll show you real, I'll give you a real beating if you keep talking to me like that"
"Yeah you're a real neanderthal aren't you?"
"Shut it"
"I bet you don't even know it means"
"I do. It means caveman. You arrogant prick" Mitch scoffed and began to walk to where all the police officers were situated. He noticed surfer shirt man Tony and Trish were watching him and the boss spit poison at each other.
"Well Aloha" he mentally chuckled at his own joke. One Tony, who was wearing a Hawaiian shirt then and there, did not seem to understand. Trish smiled.
"Hi. Hows your bruise?"
"Better thank you. So what's happened?" Tony began to explain
"Well some kids were riding here on their bikes. Noticed the body." Mitch was waiting for Tony to continue but nothing happened.
"Is that it?"
"Well..yeah" Mitch sighed
"Jesus Christ. Have we not got a name? Was there no wallet or ID? No phone?"
"How's a phone going to help find his name?" Mitch remembered that all these people knew were rotary dials and brick phones. Fuck.
"You know what? Forget the phone. Wallet?"
"No"
"So this is a mugging gone wrong?" Tony shrugged."DS..." Mitch frowned and gestured aggressively. Trish stepped in to aid him.
"Kennedy"
"Kenndy, do you know anything?"
"He's dead"
He saw red. He felt flames on the side of his face. He felt steam blow out his ears and nostrils. He wanted to strangle someone and he wanted to curl up and die at the same time. Trish saw this and stepped in again to help.
"What if he lives near by here? If it's a mugging then he had to have been close to home on foot" The boss grumbled
"Oh wow how very smart of you PC Robins. Well done. Superb. Excellent work. This is why we don't need female detectives." Mitch groaned
"Oh shut UP!" He made his way over to the body not even caring what the boss was doing in response to him.
He looked around and noticed he was in a woodland sort of park. All the trees and bushes are perfect cover to hide a body. He felt sick. He could see a playground barely in the distance. Someone actually left a man dead here. Infront of children where they could find him and where they did find him. Some people man. He followed the trail and behold a dead man. He noticed Trish, Tony and the boss had all followed him too. The man was lying on his back with an entry wound above the collarbone and his eyes swollen over, bloody and bruised.
The boss put his hands in his pockets and turned his entire body to Mitch
"Well? What do you think Mr Know-it-all?" Mitch ignored the sarcasm and answered him anyway to spite him
"Clear signs of a struggle, the attackers come at him head on and they've fought, judging by the lines made in the dirt it's took quite some time and power to be able to pin him down, the attacked then hit his face multiple time with a blunt object, I doubt he was carrying two weapons at once so the handle of the knife is the best option, our victims losing consciousness and the attacker stabs him and proceeds to take his money and whatever he can, the entry wound doesn't have an exit wound and it's not wide. A small kitchen knife maybe? It's too big to be something like a pen knife and it's too small to be something like a hunting knife so a kitchen knife or box cutter. He's in overalls so I'm guessing these are work clothes but I cant see any branding, by the boots, the callused hands and the overalls I'd say he was a builder, he looks fresh so he's been here barely a few hours, if we run by local building companies and see who hasn't checked in today we might get a few leads on his ID. And see if anyones reported someone of his description missing"
Mitch looked up and saw everyone frowning at him. He supposed none of them were expecting him to go Sherlock on them. But even still he was confused because everything is there in front of them. Obvious and simple. It's unlike he'd just solved the murder then and there. The boss turned towards Tony.
"Tony see if anyones reported him missing and get Wes to check local building companies. Robins.. you can ask around the area see if anyone knows anything"
"Yes boss"
"Yes sir"
Trish and Tony dispersed. Mitch kneeled down next to the body to see if he could find anything else. He sensed the boss kneel next to him.
"Anything else Miss Marple?" Mitch frowned
"Yeah..he has rings"
"..well that was a complete let down. Has your smartness ran out? Is that all you have?" Mitch was so annoyed he pronounced ever letter in every word and spoke slow enough for them to make it into the Boss's thick skull
"If this was a mugging, why didn't the thief take the shiny and expensive gold rings?"
"Probably couldn't get them off"
"The attacker has a knife. They could've cut the fingers off"
"What like a pirate? Pft. He didn't have enough time. He'd had a struggle, he killed him, he took his shit and left."
"They had a lot of time. This is a secluded path. Its unlike theres anyone near by to call the police or any cameras."
"...hmm"
"Unless this was targeted"
"What?"
"Unless the attacker didn't want any money. Think about it if you're a builder do you take your wallet to work? No you take some change for your lunch break. A wallet on a construction site could get lost or stolen or dropped anywhere and built ontop of. His overalls have two pockets that a wallet would fall out of and two pockets that a wallet doesn't fit in."
"He could've had a bag. Maybe the mugger took that"
"Maybe" the boss stood up and made his way back to the car followed by Mitch however Mitch walked past it.
"Aye! Where you think you're going?"
"The station"
"Snap" Mitch paused to look at the god awful car again
"I'll walk" the boss made his way over to Mitch. "Dont even think about it. I'm not going anywhere near that fucking thing and you're not putting me in that boot again"
"We're going. To. The. Same. Place."
"And I'm. Going. To. Walk. There." The boss chuckled before abruptly punching Mitch in the stomach exactly where his bruise is located. Mitch grunted in pain attempting to breath and hunched over nearly falling to the ground but the boss caught him. Mitch was once again thrown into the boot and it was slammed shut.