Detective Jack: S2-05: The Side Lot of Life

I blinked.

Dammit.

It hurt. Everything hurt.

I touched my stomach. The warm viscous liquid signaled blood.

I knew what had happened. But it was too late.

My last case. Solved in my head, but no one would ever know. Instead, I would bleed out in the parking lot of a roadside diner.

Cecilia Redder. A murder suicide-er. Is that a term? I don’t know.

I can’t seem to quiet my mind. Thinking about my solve rate as I die. Of course... I guess the data nerds in the commissioner’s office won’t count this one. I wouldn’t.

Maybe I can reflect on my life?

I tried to focus, to think about it all.

I had done a lot. Right? Fastest promotion to detective in LAPD history. Highest case clearing rate. More bad guys in jail than good guys–I think.

But, now that I could feel my pulse fading…I was faced with the haunting feeling that perhaps…just perhaps, that wasn’t the right point.

What had I been running from?

As I started to rummage for an answer, I felt even fainter…