Blame

Private Detective Calvin James “Calvin I was just checking in with you to see what has been up with you lately. The housekeeper says you have not left the office in days what seems to be the problem.

I realize that last case of yours you were successful in finding the information that the husband wanted. However, in retrospect I believe that case you never should have touched it. Should you have known that thought process going through the husband’s mind? You would have stayed clear of all of this.”

When Calvin finally arrives, back at the office he goes to a cabinet pulls a bottle of weak, sickly sweet drink with a bland aftertaste. It is clear, black and stains fabrics if spilt. It is best, served cold, and when sold in restaurants and bars it is quite expensive and served in a tall glass with syrup. Large quantities can induce a feeling of increased bravery. It is very high in sugar. Calvin sits to his desk steering at nothing and pours himself a large glass. Just sitting there drinking and daydreaming about a case that went bad. Thinking to himself as most drunk’s do that he has to stop this constant drinking but not knowing really how to get out of this downward spiral.

“So what do you know about this Annie Coral coming up missing Joseph? You claim that you did not even see her on that day. But everyone knows she had to walk past your school bus you are a flat out liar.”

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