Detective Jack: S2-05: Four Children

I flew my shoulder through the door.

As I dusted myself off, I looked up.

A terrified child.

No, four terrified children…including their teenage father: Timmy.

Jesus. Someone get this boy some contraception.

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?”

I stood aghast as the shame washed over me.

My thoughts raced as I stumbled back out the broken door and down the creaking staircase.

Why do I do this?

Why am I a detective?

Perhaps it was time to hang up my hat. I could buy a ranch in Montana. Live the American dream. Or maybe I’d move to Vegas and become a lounge singer. Anything seemed prudent at this moment.

I had no idea how to answer.

I stumbled home, feeling a sort of sober no one should feel.