Read Online Clouded Rainbow by Jonathan Sturak - Free Book Online Page B

shoes walked into the room, but she was not alone. Behind her reflected a pair of black dress shoes worn by only a man’s man. Black dress slacks flowed over the polished shoes and swooshed with each cool glide of the man’s step. Hanging at his knees, the bottom of a matching black trench coat encircled the rest of the man’s outfit like a shield of styled fabric. Above the shoulders of the coat was the handsome face of Detective Ray Cleveland. He was a striking man, aged gracefully to the prime number of forty-three. Slick black hair covered the top of his dark-featured face, and his green eyes expressed a certain air of power. He was the top detective in his precinct and received more than ten awards of law enforcement excellence handed out personally by the city’s mayor. This man knew he wanted to be an officer of law the first moment he could read his father’s badge. He knew the career path for him was a detective, a solitary position that required hours of isolation, meticulous investigation, and an intelligent mind. A run-and-gun street cop or paper pusher was definitely not Det. Cleveland’s style. He worked alone and preferred to solve a case in his mind first, and then call the cavalry to do the grunt work. He was an Ivy League graduate in the top five percent of his graduating class of Engineering Science majors at the University of Pennsylvania. The detective joined his city’s police force following the footsteps of his father and grandfather. He quickly rose to the top of his class at the police academy as his sharp intellectual ability immediately presented itself to his instructors. Det. Cleveland had a logical, mathematical mind and solved his cases by deducing the truth from the facts presented. He didn’t believe in magic or the paranormal and knew that every crime had a criminal. The one thing that would always be ingrained in his mind, spoken from his father on his deathbed, was never to get personal with the case. He was adamant about not mixing emotion with commotion and had said, “Think of a case as an engineering problem and all of the variables involved. The wife of the dead husband or the mother of the slain child was just part of the equation.” Det. Cleveland kept these words at the front of his mind, but he really didn’t need to think about them. They were now instinct, permanently part of his toolbox.
    Det. Cleveland was assigned to the “Jane Doe” case, one of many that stemmed from last night’s horrific accident. He was at the stage in his career where he could pick and choose the cases he worked on, as his captain gave him that luxury. The case of an unknown person was always a mystery to the detective. Some may say it was part of his ego, but he enjoyed the challenge of finding out the identity of someone no one else could figure out. When he had received the details of the case, the first logical stop was to visit the nameless woman.
    Nurse Ann took to Detective Cleveland as soon as he had phoned that he was on his way. She wanted to do whatever she could to help this helpless woman. Nurse Ann found it particularly troubling that someone out there was looking for the fallen angel, and the compassionate nurse had no idea of the emotion consuming that lost individual.
    As Det. Cleveland followed Nurse Ann into Lois’ room, he filled it with confidence and decisiveness. Nurse Ann sensed it from the moment he had stepped off the elevator and asked for her by name. She could tell that he was a genuine man deep down and one that acted with respect and never arrogance. All her subordinate nurses were female and envious of Nurse Ann assisting handsome police officers during an investigation. Then again, they seemed to warm up to anyone whose masculine cologne tickled their senses.
    Det. Cleveland held a notepad and pen as he prepared to takes notes from his commencing investigation. He was old school with certain things. While he used a modern cell phone and laptop to assist his