Jordan looked at his two solemn-looking cousins and he realised that they were serious. He closed his wardrobe and came to sit down on his bed. They both swerved to face him.
“I am sorry, kids. I wish I could but I can’t. I..”“Why? Is it because you have serious business to attend to? We won’t disturb you at all” Henley said then he continued before Jordan could reply “Remember how I used to follow you to the Sheriff’s office here? Even deputy Shedrack allowed me to use the radio in the new car the other day. I could be your deputy back in your country”“What do you mean by you could? I thought we were asking for the two of us, you dunce” his sister hissed at him.Henley stuck his tongue out at her before facing Jordan “C’mon Jordan, let’s go with you”“Even if you do not want to take this dumb head with you, you can just take me and we will leave him behind” Fukayna pitched her campaign.“Fuka, you are bad!” Henley said, aggrieved.“Are you two disturbing cousin Jordan with your plans? I mean the plan where you intend to follow him to Baleria and never come back?”“Chione! How did you know that?” Fukayna asked in surprise as she turned back to her sister.“Because I heard you two hatching your incredible plans of how you could make it big in Baleria of course”“You were eavesdropping, weren’t you?” Henley asked Chione then before she could reply, he said to his twin in a stage whisper “She was eavesdropping on us”Fukayna rolled her eyes and folded her arms as she faced her sister with a signature glare that seemed to be the main thing she directed at anyone who displeased her these days.Chione laughed and left where she stood leaning against the door as she wagged her finger at Fukayna “Na na, baby sister you don’t wanna try that on me. That could only work on Hen here” she bent down and kissed her sister’s cheek. Fukayna who was trying hard not to laugh, turned up her nose with a comical miffed expression “But for me sister, it ain’t gonna work” Chione ruffled her hair and she squealed.“Chione! Now you will make mother run her brush through it again” Fukayna said as she tried to affect her serious expression again.“Ah ah, you look like a scarecrow!” Henley, who would not pass up any opportunity to rib his sister laughed as he pointed at her. Fukayna’s unruly hair had never learned to stay in place no matter the brushing.“Did you hear that? I swear I am going to…” his miffed sister made to remove her shoe again and Henley ran out with a singsong of “scarecrow, scarecrow!”Fukayna stopped the attempt of removing her shoe as she ran after him “I am going to break your head!”“Well, since you all are going to kill each other” Chione raised her voice so they could hear her and their footsteps paused “I guess that meant that I do not have to deliver the message of the Cook regarding a certain apple pie with your names on it. Great, more for me!” she said cheerily as she winked at Jordan in expectance of their reaction which came fast enough.“No, way!” and he could be heard running.“Don’t you dare start without me!” Fukayna followed as their sounds faded.Chione dusted her hand theatrically “That was so easy”“That never fails” Jordan shook his head “Those two should have been named apple and pie”“They leave you be, didn’t they? I am sure they would realise in no time and one of them, certainly Fukayna would realise what I did. Especially when they realise that there was no pie at all”Jordan laughed “What? The Cook never said anything?”Chione blinked innocently as she batted her lashes “Saved them from killing each other, didn’t I?”“They are coming for you, you know?”“I would be long gone. No frogs in my bed would work this time around”They both laughed as Jordan remembered a time last year when the twins had decided to get back at Chione for something she collected from them. The genius twins had thought putting a frog in her bed would be the perfect revenge.Well, they had not thought of the part where the frog would not stay put calmly on the bed till their sister got in and got scared. They released the frog and not only did he not stay put; he jumped and landed in Fukayna’s hair and refused to hop off. Henley’s attempt to get it off had only made the amphibian burrow deeper into his sister’s hair.Jordan looked at Chione and they both laughed out loud at the memory. He had never heard Fukayna scream as much as she did that evening.“Do you really have to go?” Chione blurted out immediately they stopped laughing. She had apparently come to his room to persuade him as well. His aunt had tried twice this week already. Before and after he resigned from the force. “Not you too Chi” Jordan replied.Chione Alfrez had grown from the squalling baby he saw for the first back when her parents brought her. There was nothing of the eight years old shy kid that Jordan had thought he was too cool to be seen in her company when he first arrived. His cousin had grown into a beautiful young woman that had men turning their heads whenever they went out together.Jordan had once joked about getting a long stick to ward off her long line of admirers. It had been his cousin who had dumped her initial dream of being a model, which she was already showing promise at with her poise and confidence. She had been the first high school girl to be signed by a popular magazine in Rova. When she dumped what most had thought would be her lifelong career and made her opinion known to her family that she wanted to enrol in the police academy in Selon just like Jordan, they had all been surprised.Well, all except Jordan who had known how interested his cousin had been about learning everything he would deem to tell her about the force. Even he had thought she was just curious but then she had shown her determination by getting the form herself and her parents had reluctantly supported her. His aunt still talked about it to date that it was Jordan that influenced her with his achievements and cop talks.Twenty-year-old Chione looked at Jordan’s ruggedly handsome face and knew that she would terribly miss him “I know, I know Ma had been on your case for the past week now and even though Da wouldn’t say much; I could hear him talking to her about how this place and he meant the whole town wouldn’t be the same without you”Jordan didn’t like the serious look on his cousin’s face and in a bid to lighten the mood, he grinned “What is it with you and eavesdropping?”Chione shrugged with a small smile “You can’t blame me. It is not my fault that people talk like in this place”“Oh yeah, you mean the way the girl who professed undying love to me was also talking loud the other day?” he reminded her as his smile widened.Chione rolled her eyes just as her sister had done earlier “Peonia is a dunce, you would die of boredom or your brain would just lick out through your ears” she grinned unapologetically. She really should stop walking so quietly or people should stop talking so loud.“I know what you are doing, Jordan,” she said as she sobered again.That almost worked. “What am I doing, genius?”“Trying to get my mind off the main reason I am here, won’t work. Ask my buddies in the academy”“Any chance those buddies could be a particularly close male buddy” he teased as he wiggled his eyes at her.“Pfft. Guys are idiots” she snorted.“Hey! A representative of the specie right here!” he said comically“You are doing it again” she accused.He knew what she was talking about “I am…”“Are you going back because you suspected foul play?”Jordan looked sharply at her.“What made you say that?” Jordan asked his cousin. Chione was not one to mince words and he knew that she would tell him whatever it was that her suspicions were. Chione sighed as she sat down heavily on his bed, wrinkling the coverlet. Jordan looked over and looked back at his cousin when she did not say anything but was just kicking her legs lightly against the bed frame “Chi?” “Because I know you, Dan, and you have not been yourself since you got back last year, are you still blaming yourself?” “Whatever made you think that?” Jordan turned away from her as he tried to remember what he had been doing. “What would make you think I blamed myself, of course not. It had been natural and it was his time.” Oh yes, he remembered he had been sorting out his clothes. He was through though, but better to have something to do that would take him away from Chione’s scrutinizing eyes. He moved towards the wardrobe but his cousin blocked him before he got there. “What?” he asked with curt lau
March 2012 The siren wails shattered the night air and hope-filled Jordan’s heart as their sound got closer. He looked down at his partner “Eric! Eric, hang on. You have to hang on, buddy. Help is on the way, you will be taken care of in no time. You don’t get to die on me, man. You hear me?” Jordan said desperately to keep his friend’s eyes open even as the brutal conviction settled in his mind. He had seen many scenes like this almost a year after he had joined the Baleria Police Department. He could almost feel his friend’s life flow out of him as blood flowed through Jordan’s hand. He had tried to apply the emergency first aid he learnt in the academy on his friend, anything to slow down the cold hand of death that seemed intent to claim this man. No, not Eric. He thought desperately as he called him again “Eric, please you have to keep your eyes open. You can’t sleep now, man. Don’t you dare sleep. What would you tell Aria? Damn you!” he shouted as he wondered why the siren he
Jordan came out of the white home with blue trimmings and he felt like retching. He had never had to deal with a scene like that before, not ever in his life. He had thought he understood grief and all it entailed, after all, he had lost his mother at a very young age. At an age any child shouldn’t have to face such a thing, he remembered how much he loved his mother and how much it had affected him. He could remember how much it had affected his grades that year even though he had his father's support and love. Then he unexpectedly lost his father as well, at a time that he couldn’t believe it as the loss hit him with such an impact that he had not expected. A death he still had not been able to reconcile within his heart. He had thought he knew all there was to do when dealing with the grief of people he had to break the news of the loss of their loved ones to. After all, he had dealt with a few homicides back in Rova even though the county had a low level of crime rate. Since he
Jordan had not expected the scene that greeted him as he entered the house that morning. The lady that opened the door for him stepped aside with a sombre look. He did not want to believe what came to his mind as he saw the young lady looking so morose. No, they couldn’t possibly know. He had been specific with his instructions at the station the night before when he informed them not to send anyone over to Eric’s house yet. “I would do it first thing in the morning. I just want that poor woman to have a good night's rest first” he had told them and his colleagues had expressed their understanding as they promised to leave it to him to break the news. “It couldn’t be,” he thought in denial as he followed the young lady to the living room. “Yes, it could be” he affirmed when he heard the most hateful voice he had ever heard in all of his life. The soft-spoken, well-modulated voice of Lance fucking Dickson. “You will have to hold in your grief, ma’am. I understand that you might be d
Aria’s rigid stance crumpled the moment they heard the front door open and closed. She lowered herself slowly back to the couch. “That is one downright rotten man. Lordy. I have never seen such an unfeeling fellow before. I was about to come run him off myself if you didn’t enter, Seargent” Jordan turned back toward the door that led to the kitchen and he saw Aria’s grandfather standing there with a fireplace poker in his hand. Jordan had no idea what the older man had intended to do with Bruce but he knew that it wouldn’t have ended well for the bastard, he almost wished he had come a bit later so he could see the old man wielding the iron on the baby faced bastard preferably on his face but as that could have earned the old man charges for assault on a police officer, he thought that it was a good thing he had come earlier after all. He wondered briefly how early Lance had woken up just so he could come over for his psycho display. “Grandpa” Jordan called and Aria jolted out of h
“Your temper would be your undoing,” Lance said as he got up from the floor with as much dignity as he could muster, which was not much of anything as his chin was smeared with the blood he wiped from his mouth earlier and he had a fresh bruise coming up. “One more sick word from your uncouth mouth and you would see just how much damage my temper could be to you even before it became my undoing, which would not be your call anyway” Yeah. it irked Lance that it was not his call, at least not when they wanted the arrogant bastard. He would like to be around when he finally did himself in though. Oh yes, he would love to see him suffer and beg. He looked around furtively and raised his hand as if he wanted to snatch a fly in the air. That was the signal he had given the dickhead to leave the surrounding, he had no idea if he had seen him but he was not about to let Jordan find out. Jordan narrowed his eyes when he saw the suspicious way the inspector raised his hand and his hand instan
“Seargent Alarick, on what ground would you justify your assault on a senior officer?” ASP Dexter turned from the window to Alarick who was standing at attention in front of his desk. Dexter was not fooled by the laid-back stance of the office though, he knew he was brimming with anger especially after he had shown him the evidence of the assault that Dickson had given to him earlier as if the sickly bruise colour on his face was not an evidence enough. Dexter had never liked the weak-faced inspector but what could he do when he had received orders? He had to do it. Especially when that order had been laced with a thinly veiled threat? The Baleria Police Department had become something he had never dreamt of when he was still dreaming of becoming one of the good people that brought bad people to book. Times were gone when the right had been right and the wrong nothing but wrong. With the way several powers had infiltrated the forces and government of Baleria these days, Dexter was
Lance Dickson mopped off the sweats that beaded on his face and winced as he touched his cut lips. He couldn’t focus on the pain though as he knew that he would feel more than that or he wouldn’t even be able to feel anything again if he made the mistake of giving a wrong answer or making a wrong comment to the man who was speaking unhurriedly to him over the phone. He was just thinking of what he could have done differently about the situation that he found himself in at that moment. That bastard Jordan had proven stubborn to the end. What was he to do now? How was he supposed to know that he wouldn’t take the offer he had been preparing? After going to the ASP’s office to file his complaint with the ASP, not that he needed the man’s consent anyway but he had to go through the pretence of protocols anyway. He knew the man favoured Alarick but in the end, it didn’t matter. Lance had gone back to his office to wait for the moment when Alarick would come to his office to beg for lenie