A case

After living with Dimitri, I learnt a few things about him.

One, he gets too engrossed at work. Be it filing boxes of previous cases or just giving consultations for free, once he is in the mood to work, no one can stop him from doing it.

Second, he does household chores as stress relief. Him doing housework is him complaining about life and work and cleaning at the same time. Didn’t understand? No problem, let me give you an instance. Last week, Dimitri took the steam cleaner and started mopping the floor. I asked, “What happened, why are you mopping the floor that I have already cleaned?”

What he replied was, “Do you remember the assailant who broke into a orphaned girl’s house when she was alone and raped her?”

“The 2015 case, right? The one who got just 10 years of imprisonment for something… like a mental illness , that one right?” I replied, pondering.

“That bastard got a parole and now a free man. Tomorrow he’s gonna come back to Vegas.” He gritted his teeth and mopped furiously.

But that’s a very cute trait of his.

Third thing I learned about him is, he owns a gun and loves practicing with it on the shooting range hung on his study wall with a silencer. That’s one of the reason why his study always smells of gunpowder.

Honestly speaking, after living in Dimitri’s house, my slump sort of started leaving me. After a week observing him gave a few ideas on my protagonist and started looking forward for the crazy plots and imaginations that started to float in my mind. I even wrote character sketchs’ of my future characters and drew a rough figure of them too. However, living in his house was too peaceful.

And this peacefulness vanished when Dimitri and I were returning from grocery shopping two weeks ago.

Dimitri, looking at me sitting at one place and writing a thousand words at one shot, said, “Ok, let’s go for grocery shopping. We don’t have much of grocery stuff at home.”

I looked at him. All bored, slouching on the sofa with nothing to do, no case to work on. I saved my writings and switched off the computer and said, “Let’s go then?” I took the list attached to the fridge regarding our necessary items.

“Not gonna wear contacts or change?” He asked.

“Well, I am wearing a white shirt with army track pants and do I really have to change into contacts for grocery shopping? Plus, the convenience store is so close. I won’t bother changing. Change, if you want.” I replied.

“No need. Let’s go.” He said and took his wallet.

Shopping didn’t take much time. By twenty minutes, we were over with our shopping and Dimitri paid the bill.

While coming back home, we heard a loud bang.

I turned back but Dimitri blocked my vision with his hand. He whispered, “Sometimes, seeing everything out of curiosity can bring harm to one. Don’t see what you shouldn’t see.”

“What is it that I shouldn’t see?” I asked.

“My new client’s face or business.” He whispered. Wait, was it me or was just that he’s voice sounded dangerous? This made me even more curious to know who it was but he pushed me behind him and his large and taller figure blocked my view.

“Long time no see, Mr. Medvedev. I need your help, that too, very urgently.” The new client’s voice was very heavy. It sounded like a rough backstreet gangster.

“Long time indeed, Mr. Peterman. How can I help you?” Dimitri asked.

“Oh that will be explained on the way. Boys, bring them up.” Mr. Peterman roared and eight men manhandled me and Dimitri into their black suv cars.

My love and passion for crime scenes made me looking forward for what would happen next.

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