looked at his watch. It was time to head home.
There were many questions he had to find an answer to, but first he had to find a secluded spot to piss...
The temporary relief he felt didn’t compensate for his weariness. A full day lay ahead and it felt like he hadn’t slept at all.
He needed a holiday.
Brian dawdled his way back home, dwelling on what he was going to say to Sasha when he got there.
“Sorry honey, there’s just these demons running around trying to kill me and everyone else. I’m sure it’ll all blow over.”
Nah, somehow that just won’t work.
A maroon sedan rolled past. The driver noticed a wreck walking along the footpath.
Is that Sergeant Brian Derwent?
Nah, couldn’t be.
He drove on.
In no time, Brian was walking up the path to his front door. And still he didn’t know what he was going to say, or how he was going to cope with the day ahead.
His mind on autopilot, he rang the front door, forgetting he had keys in his pocket.
Sasha answered the door fully dressed, glaring at him. “Where have you been?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“What do you mean? What happened? You look like shit!”
“Yeah, I feel like it too.” Brian put a foot inside the front doorway.
Sasha stepped aside, holding the door. “Brian. Tell me what’s going on.”
Brian looked at the clock on the wall in the hallway. He’d have to leave in half an hour to be at the station on time.
“I only wish I knew,” he said.
“Brian, tell me what’s happened! You still haven’t told me anything!”
Brian closed the front door as school children passed outside.
“Believe me when I say you don’t want to know.”
“Like fuck!” she screamed and pushed Brian into the wall. “You get called out yesterday to the murder, come home and pass out in your car, you can’t tell me how you cut your hand or what happened at the farm, and then as soon as you’re awake you go out last night and don’t come home!”
Brian held up a hand. “Sasha, Sasha, listen-”
“No, you listen to me! You could be in serious danger or having an affair for all I know! I could be in danger, or someone else! I’ve hardly slept since you didn’t come back home, I’ve had Julie and Sergeant McDougall on the phone, both wanting to know how and where you are and I didn’t know what to tell them! Do you even care? How can we be together if you won’t even fucking talk to me!”
Brian looked up from the floor into Sasha’s eyes. “Is there anything else you wanted to add? You seem to be on a roll.”
“Fuck you!” She thumped his chest and stormed off towards the kitchen.
Maybe later.
Brian felt acids burning his empty stomach and oesophagus, and his headache returning. With some effort, he followed her.
“Sasha honey.”
She picked up her cigarettes from the kitchen table and stuck one in her pouting mouth. “Don’t you Sasha honey me.”
As she paused to light a cigarette, Brian took the opportunity to continue. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s happening. I keep having these visions and passing out. Like in the car yesterday when I got home, the same thing happened last night while I was out walking. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s got nothing to do with the investigation. I’ll know a lot more about that today when I go to the station, which is where I have to be in half an hour-”
“You’re gunna go to work? You need to go to a doctor!”
Brian reached for her cigarettes. “I’ll go this afternoon. I’ve got too many other things I have to sort out first. Then we can talk.”
She rolled her eyes and turned away to make a cup of herbal tea. “Whatever.”
“Sasha, until then I can’t really begin to explain what’s happening. It’d take too long and I don’t understand it yet anyway.”
Sasha kept her back turned to Brian as she poured her tea. Brian imagined the anger building inside her.
She turned around without making eye contact and walked past him towards
There were many questions he had to find an answer to, but first he had to find a secluded spot to piss...
The temporary relief he felt didn’t compensate for his weariness. A full day lay ahead and it felt like he hadn’t slept at all.
He needed a holiday.
Brian dawdled his way back home, dwelling on what he was going to say to Sasha when he got there.
“Sorry honey, there’s just these demons running around trying to kill me and everyone else. I’m sure it’ll all blow over.”
Nah, somehow that just won’t work.
A maroon sedan rolled past. The driver noticed a wreck walking along the footpath.
Is that Sergeant Brian Derwent?
Nah, couldn’t be.
He drove on.
In no time, Brian was walking up the path to his front door. And still he didn’t know what he was going to say, or how he was going to cope with the day ahead.
His mind on autopilot, he rang the front door, forgetting he had keys in his pocket.
Sasha answered the door fully dressed, glaring at him. “Where have you been?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“What do you mean? What happened? You look like shit!”
“Yeah, I feel like it too.” Brian put a foot inside the front doorway.
Sasha stepped aside, holding the door. “Brian. Tell me what’s going on.”
Brian looked at the clock on the wall in the hallway. He’d have to leave in half an hour to be at the station on time.
“I only wish I knew,” he said.
“Brian, tell me what’s happened! You still haven’t told me anything!”
Brian closed the front door as school children passed outside.
“Believe me when I say you don’t want to know.”
“Like fuck!” she screamed and pushed Brian into the wall. “You get called out yesterday to the murder, come home and pass out in your car, you can’t tell me how you cut your hand or what happened at the farm, and then as soon as you’re awake you go out last night and don’t come home!”
Brian held up a hand. “Sasha, Sasha, listen-”
“No, you listen to me! You could be in serious danger or having an affair for all I know! I could be in danger, or someone else! I’ve hardly slept since you didn’t come back home, I’ve had Julie and Sergeant McDougall on the phone, both wanting to know how and where you are and I didn’t know what to tell them! Do you even care? How can we be together if you won’t even fucking talk to me!”
Brian looked up from the floor into Sasha’s eyes. “Is there anything else you wanted to add? You seem to be on a roll.”
“Fuck you!” She thumped his chest and stormed off towards the kitchen.
Maybe later.
Brian felt acids burning his empty stomach and oesophagus, and his headache returning. With some effort, he followed her.
“Sasha honey.”
She picked up her cigarettes from the kitchen table and stuck one in her pouting mouth. “Don’t you Sasha honey me.”
As she paused to light a cigarette, Brian took the opportunity to continue. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s happening. I keep having these visions and passing out. Like in the car yesterday when I got home, the same thing happened last night while I was out walking. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s got nothing to do with the investigation. I’ll know a lot more about that today when I go to the station, which is where I have to be in half an hour-”
“You’re gunna go to work? You need to go to a doctor!”
Brian reached for her cigarettes. “I’ll go this afternoon. I’ve got too many other things I have to sort out first. Then we can talk.”
She rolled her eyes and turned away to make a cup of herbal tea. “Whatever.”
“Sasha, until then I can’t really begin to explain what’s happening. It’d take too long and I don’t understand it yet anyway.”
Sasha kept her back turned to Brian as she poured her tea. Brian imagined the anger building inside her.
She turned around without making eye contact and walked past him towards
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