Vancouver rain, dark and damp fills the air. It’s 4 am and yet another night filled without sleep. Flashes of lightning fill the bedroom like silouettes of boundless energy. The wind howls outside as another clap of thunder crashes in the distant. God, not another night without sleep Alex thinks to herself. Months of countless overtime pouring over work. When does it end? What have I been missing? Were the reports thorough enough? All these thoughts race through her head. The grand jury convenes in less than a week and there isn’t enough evidence to form even the weakest case against the department.
I’ve got to get some rest…
There is no way I can go another hour without sleep. I’m going to crawl into bed and throw the covers over myself and close my eyes and forget about everything. Even through Alex’s closed eyes she can see the flashes of lightning as loud thunderous booms rattle the windows causing goose bumps to rise all over her arms. This is not going to work! She throws the covers off herself, then slides to the side of the bed and sits up. Suddenly another lightening bolt streaks the sky and illuminates the bedroom. Oh god, not another one. Alex places her hands over her ears as the thunder crashes like a judge’s mallet hammering the court to obey order. It was now evident that she would need to stay up all night and gather all the evidence to come up with a case that would be able to cross examine the allegations against the department. The only thing that would do would be strong coffee; and that she rarely drank.
The question is would it do the trick?
Alex grabs her bath robe from the back of the bedroom door and proceeds to makes her way down to the kitchen. As Alex makes her way to the kitchen, whispers of wind bathe her sending chills up and down her body. Why are the floors wet? Alex thinks to herself. Suddenly a startled Alex realizes that she is not alone…
Just as Alex reaches for the light switch she hears an unfamiliar voice…..
Don’t… listen, and you won’t be harmed…
Fear now turns to anger… Alex demands from this stranger in her house… “What are you doing here?” The stranger exclaims in a commanding voice…”You know why I’m here.”
Silence encapsulated the room as Alex stood there in the dark wondering what was going to happen to her. The only sound that was intensifying was the rain smacking against the kitchen window sill.
I have no idea who you are or why you are here.
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