Apparently, when one shouts “next” in a police station, there is no line of detectives waiting their turn; apparently, demanding to see more than two different detectives in a row is unreasonable; and apparently, and most importantly, Last Kale City police department is not in possession of a single detective intelligent enough to play the part of arch enemy to our dastardly villain.
After the second detective ushers him out of her office and slams her door behind him, Mortimer accosts an intelligent, young man walking down the hall with a bundle of manilla folders in the crook of his arm. Perhaps this is Last Kale’s brightest up and coming police officer just waiting to be noticed. “Do you have a moment?”
“Yeah. Sure. Are you lost?”
Having fortunately stumbled upon unnaturally good looks, this young man has also unfortunately stumbled upon Mortimer in one of his less patient moments. “Lost? Where do you think we are, a jungle?”
“This is the precinct,” says the young man, as if Moritmer is hard of hearing, blind, old, and insane. “Would you like someone to show you the way out?”
Only one person has spoken to Mortimer this way and lived, and that person is his mother. He takes a gun from inside his jacket and shoots the insolent man in the head.
This is part 16 of Vile, a novel in progress. Would you like to see the beginning?