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Authors: Julie Flanders
Tags: Horror | Supernatural
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spread out flat on his stomach, one arm hanging off the side of his disheveled bed. He was still wearing the clothes he had worn to meet with Amanda Fiske, and had no idea how much time had passed since that meeting.
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 1:00. He briefly wondered if that was AM or PM, then realized the sun filtering through his window blinds meant it had to be afternoon. So it was 1:00 on what he assumed was Christmas Day. But, for all he knew, that day had come and gone while he was too drunk to notice.
He slowly raised himself to a sitting position, keeping his throbbing head as still as possible. There were no voices to accompany him this morning. Or afternoon, to be more accurate. There was no Caroline. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
Setting his feet on the floor, he forced himself out of bed and stumbled down the hall to his kitchen. He turned on the light and squinted from the glare. The bright kitchen light was too much for his eyes to handle. Danny made a pot of coffee as quickly as he could and walked into his dark living room, where he collapsed on his couch. He briefly noticed his boots on the floor next to him and figured he must have kicked them off after he got home. Had it been last night? He still couldn’t remember.
Danny rubbed his eyes and tried to will himself back to a state of sobriety. It wasn’t going to work without coffee.
Grateful to hear the beeping that indicated his coffee was done brewing, he got up and headed back to the kitchen. This time, the light wasn’t quite as hard to take. He grabbed his biggest mug and filled it with coffee, then headed back to the couch.
He drank the hot coffee and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t going to work immediately, but at least he was on track to feeling like a human being again. If he could keep this mug down, he’d try to find some breakfast.
Danny rested his head on the back of the couch and tried again to focus. He turned on his television and was greeted with a Christmas parade from Hawaii. Hula dancers wearing Santa hats in addition to their traditional leis and grass skirts smiled at him through the television as they danced to a curiously Hawaiian version of “Jingle Bells.” So it was still Christmas Day.
Suddenly remembering he was on call for the department, he grabbed his cell phone. Fortunately, he had no messages. Apparently Fairbanks criminals also took a break for the holiday.
Danny took another gulp of coffee and tried to remember what he had been doing before going off on his latest bender. Amanda Fiske popped into his head and he groaned. How could he have forgotten the vampire lady?
He finished his coffee and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his face in his hands. He was back to square one on Anna Alexander now that his big lead had turned out to be a crazy woman, so he had to figure out what he could do. He wasn’t willing to concede that he had nothing on Anna, or on the recently disappeared Maria Treibel.
He needed to go talk to Anna’s parents. He’d never actually met them, but he’d talked to them briefly on the phone when he first took over Anna’s case. The Alexanders had called in to the department to check on what, if any, progress had been made on finding out what had happened to their daughter
Mostly, Danny had relied on the case notes left by his predecessor to get up to speed. According to the records, Anna’s parents had been a dead end and, by all accounts, they were simply terrified, grieving parents who wanted answers about their only daughter. Danny wanted to give them those answers, but he’d have to figure them out for himself, first.
He wondered if he could talk with the Alexanders today. Would they be angry if he turned up on Christmas? A light bulb went off in his head as he mentally scanned the case notes about Anna and her family. The Alexanders were Jewish, so odds were good they wouldn’t care at all if a detective
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 1:00. He briefly wondered if that was AM or PM, then realized the sun filtering through his window blinds meant it had to be afternoon. So it was 1:00 on what he assumed was Christmas Day. But, for all he knew, that day had come and gone while he was too drunk to notice.
He slowly raised himself to a sitting position, keeping his throbbing head as still as possible. There were no voices to accompany him this morning. Or afternoon, to be more accurate. There was no Caroline. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
Setting his feet on the floor, he forced himself out of bed and stumbled down the hall to his kitchen. He turned on the light and squinted from the glare. The bright kitchen light was too much for his eyes to handle. Danny made a pot of coffee as quickly as he could and walked into his dark living room, where he collapsed on his couch. He briefly noticed his boots on the floor next to him and figured he must have kicked them off after he got home. Had it been last night? He still couldn’t remember.
Danny rubbed his eyes and tried to will himself back to a state of sobriety. It wasn’t going to work without coffee.
Grateful to hear the beeping that indicated his coffee was done brewing, he got up and headed back to the kitchen. This time, the light wasn’t quite as hard to take. He grabbed his biggest mug and filled it with coffee, then headed back to the couch.
He drank the hot coffee and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t going to work immediately, but at least he was on track to feeling like a human being again. If he could keep this mug down, he’d try to find some breakfast.
Danny rested his head on the back of the couch and tried again to focus. He turned on his television and was greeted with a Christmas parade from Hawaii. Hula dancers wearing Santa hats in addition to their traditional leis and grass skirts smiled at him through the television as they danced to a curiously Hawaiian version of “Jingle Bells.” So it was still Christmas Day.
Suddenly remembering he was on call for the department, he grabbed his cell phone. Fortunately, he had no messages. Apparently Fairbanks criminals also took a break for the holiday.
Danny took another gulp of coffee and tried to remember what he had been doing before going off on his latest bender. Amanda Fiske popped into his head and he groaned. How could he have forgotten the vampire lady?
He finished his coffee and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his face in his hands. He was back to square one on Anna Alexander now that his big lead had turned out to be a crazy woman, so he had to figure out what he could do. He wasn’t willing to concede that he had nothing on Anna, or on the recently disappeared Maria Treibel.
He needed to go talk to Anna’s parents. He’d never actually met them, but he’d talked to them briefly on the phone when he first took over Anna’s case. The Alexanders had called in to the department to check on what, if any, progress had been made on finding out what had happened to their daughter
Mostly, Danny had relied on the case notes left by his predecessor to get up to speed. According to the records, Anna’s parents had been a dead end and, by all accounts, they were simply terrified, grieving parents who wanted answers about their only daughter. Danny wanted to give them those answers, but he’d have to figure them out for himself, first.
He wondered if he could talk with the Alexanders today. Would they be angry if he turned up on Christmas? A light bulb went off in his head as he mentally scanned the case notes about Anna and her family. The Alexanders were Jewish, so odds were good they wouldn’t care at all if a detective
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