The lingering eyes hadn’t left my presence.
Some wanted to say something to me, but they had chosen to sit and just stare.

It’s like my father had left a forever presence among them.
Once your fellow mate dies it leaves a little part inside of you to look over your shoulders just incase, because you never know when it will be your turn.

I had sometimes wished my father would just speak to me about his job and what was it like, but he had managed to keep it all a secret.
He didn’t very much approve of me moving up to homicide. He never gave me a reason why just a disapproval.

I was assigned to his old office and many others since his departure a year ago.
Garbage laid scattered across the floor, a molding sandwich had just crawled deep inside of a corner leaving you that unforgiving scent inside your nostril. And a steel desk was placed right in the middle of the room with empty file folders across it.

It felt like a new start to something great.