Destined

Kaga's diary

May 23rd, Rainy
I refuse to start out by talking about the weather, cuz that is just lame. I was completely occupied the past days that was why I stopped my diary for a while, shot tons of cash to grab, but
I got the troubled one, maybe that's the reason I'll never have kids. I finished the file work for yet another protest this morning. Every colleague of mine looked so influenced by the overcast bubbles of Liverpool, no one wanted to talk, which made me feel quirky about the environment, even when I stepped outside my office I could smell the tension crawling around me, every sniff meant another potential suspect. I couldn't tell if it were the cat's vigilant eyes shimmering from the woods or the raindrops languidly lying upon the leaves, but a high tone broke in just in time: " Yo Kaga, you goin' back for detective Blurr? I heard there's quite a lousy case in London. " Said Bob, the gatekeeper. Bob had a square-jawed face with keen eyes and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. I think he got that from a dog fight when he was young. His most proud possession must be the handsome watch he was wearing, for her wife gifted to him on their wedding, the lids of it set with small diamonds. " Not right now Doug, " I replied, " I have an arrangement in Whisky Business "
" Oh, the bar across the street? " He asked.
" Yeah, pretty near, a minute walk or so. " I mumbled.
" See ya then, chap, tell those protestors that all men are born equal!"
" Equally worthless " grinned I, leaving Bob with a nice chuckle.
Yes, you heard it right, I was somehow about to meet up with the boy I saw on the train at 2 'o clock. Thanks to Bob's nice chat, I felt a bit of relief from the devastating work. Not many people in the street like before, can't believe citizens are actually scared of the Liberals, ain't so law-abiding distrusting the police. In front of the bar was a bakery, cakes were hand-made with jam decorating on top. Leafy chocolates covered that melting butter nicely.
My mischievous hand couldn't resist it, so I ordered one for the sake of my satisfaction. Tens of meters ahead, I could see a flower shop, I would love to check it out if not for I had already arrived at the bar. So I got in, I came minutes early, sat down, decided to work on the ring while waiting for that boy. Some local workers walked in, colonized the booth, and order a round of neat spirits. Soaked in the waves of laughter, danced upon each octave in microscopic disco shoes, those university students drunk themselves for the pursuit of their intoxicating imaginary world.
The ring was made up of solid metal. Peach-pink dye was attached to the border of the triangle figure. Tombstone, where could I see any tombstone in the city? Do these freaks actually meet up in graveyards and funerals? Possible. Oh my god, the church can also be an option, any church named "MKP", no "C " in that name. I'll look that one up when I get back to my office. "M. K could be an actual name. And "P "for playground"? "periphery"?
why am I on something like the Pentagon " again? Woah, "Pyramid " is a good word for church.
Pulling myself out of pondering, I noticed that it was been past two, god damn kids these days don't know what's respect! Ghosted me and made me wait here alone.
Suddenly, outside the window was a kid with a folded note in his left hand. He came out of the flower shop and straightly approached the bar.
The young man was with a haggard look and the feverish gleam of unrest in his eyes. With the wind puffing out of the west, the young man gazed at me for a moment, said " Hi, are you, officer Kaga,"
"Sure"
Em, Detective Blurr commanded me to send you this message, postscripted that this is very urgent. "
"Don't worry, young man, how'd you find me? "
" Uh . .... yeah ... I went to your office just then, and the gatekeeper said you'll be here. " the young man replied anxiously.
He quickly snuck something from his hand into his left pocket as I was playing around with the ring. "Alright, thanks for helping, go get some sleep," I said in a cheerful voice. The kid looked frightened and left, disappearing in the fog of the crowd. For any human being, he couldn't be more suspicious. However, with something urgent in hand, I shrugged the act off and unfolded the piece of paper. Typed in red ink, doesn't feel like Blurr's persona but okay.
To Officer Kaga :
A £ 500,000 art piece in the British Museum went missing. Robber still at large. We need to resolve this before the officials get involved. Journalists will make it impossible to catch the thief. Meet you at 8:00, take the fastest train.
Blurr