I loved and beloved, betrayed and have been betrayed. I fell from the heaven, I reborn in the hell. I thought I will never been love with anyone, until I met him.
Since the lockdown, I have been in home for nearly one year. I miss my life before it.
Three years ago I was a policewoman, worked in crime unit in a police department in Dublin.
One day, after I came out from the Temple Bar in city centre, a man asked me may I tell him where is the spire (monument of light), I was prepared to go to another bar actually, but I said I can take you there. I don’t remember what I had talked to him, only his eyes still craved in my mind. I don’t remember what happened either, when department in Dublin. One day when I came out from Temple bar, nearly drunk, a man walked to me and I was inconscious I was walking along the Liffey River together with him.
The lights on the other side of the river were as beautiful as splendid dreams. I picked a cigaratte from my pocket but did not find thefire, he said it is not good for health to smoke after drinking. Ok, I said then, asked him where he is from. America, he said. Well, ok.
We walked silently, Idon’t know why I feel very comfortable when get along with him. He is not very tall, has pretty green eyes, a gentle voice.
We arrived the spire.Thank you, he said with a smile. You are welcome, I said, watching his figure disappear in the shadow.
I went aware.
What’s your name by the way?
Alfred Lynen.
The second day I went to work, my peer Marcus was joking on the news about a new species, in theafternoon, we received a criminal case of drugs.
I am still thinking about the man I met yesterday. His eyes were in my mind, hard to get rid of.
I have a talent of making drama, I massed up the files and told Markus the wrong name, narrowly made the mission fail. Markus was like going to kill me.
The scenery was like in a gothic story at that day. The sky was in dark grey and the clouds were heavy, seabirds and ravens were flying around the spire, which insert into the sky like a sword.
When I was resting in a café, I feel like I forget something, a very important thing.
At that night I had a strange dream. I called Emily in the dream, seems like younger than now,someone is calling my name very mildly, very touching, but I could not see his face. Who are you? I asked in my dream. There is no reply.
One week later, I was woken up by a harsh ring at 4 am in the morning, Marcus told me a girl is murdered, I should go to the scene. I jumped up, swallowed two pieces of bread, then drove to the location Marcussend me. It was dark, raining cats and dogs, trees swing fiercely in the wind.
I saw the dead girl,her red curl long hair was dipping in her own blood. The contour of the bodywas marked by chalk earlier, she had been stabbed.
One of the suspect persons I need to find is Alfred Lynen.
It is him. My breath stopped for a while.
Following the address I drove to his home, my heart was beating heavily. He lives in an unimpressivehouse, I knocked the door, soon after that he opened.
“Hi, see you again.Mr. Lynen.” I showed my certification.
“How did you know my name?” he laughed, not nervous at all.
“You told me.”
“No, I did not. Do you know my name?”
“It is on your license, Kerry Greenwood.”
“Ok, enough. Answer my question please, you are now on the suspect list of murdering.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I am investigating you. The first question, where are youlast night?”
The outcome is he has alibi.
Fair enough.
