Justice?

Davis was sipping on her beer after downing a double shot of jack. She had been contemplating everything that had happened over the past 3 years of her career as a homicide detective. Mason left numerous messages on her cell but she didn’t want to talk to him. Davis didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Mason was not only her partner but her mentor too. After she did her time on the beat, he took her under his wing and she was a better detective for it. Mason could be hard headed at times but she would take a bullet for him and he for her.

“You want another one Kat?” Vinnie asked pointing to the empty shot glass.

“Just a single this time. Thanks Vinnie.” she replied.

“Tough day?”

She downed her shot and gave him weary smile. “No more than usual I guess.”

Vinnie nodded in silence at the door. Davis knew without looking that Mason had walked in. He sat beside her at the bar and nudged her shoulder.

“Congratulations partner. Convicted on all fourteen counts.” He said as he took a swig of the beer Vinnie put in front of him.

“Yeah, great.” Davis replied staring down at the bar.

“Great…great? Hell, it’s terrific. The death penalty’s a sure shot.”

“Doesn’t do much for those boys now does it?” she asked. “They’re still dead. You can strap him in and shoot him up but it won’t bring those boys back and it won’t take away the loss their families feel.”

Mason stared at her for a moment with a look of concern.

“Hey…what’s gotten into you these past few weeks? You haven’t been yourself.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” she replied sarcastically. “Maybe it’s the fact that he only managed to spend 9 years in prison on 10 counts of sexual assault. The third arrest was in direct violation of his parole and he still managed to get off on a technicality. At which point he decides it’s better to kill his victims than to have them testify against him and after 14 counts of a sexual assault and murder we finally decide he’s a danger to society”

She shakes her head in disbelief and then hangs her head in defeat.

“I hate this job.” Davis continues in a voice just barely above a whisper. She looked over at him. Dear old Mason. “Let me ask you a question? How long did it take you to come to the realization that we don’t do jack.”

He didn’t reply. He was giving her time to vent. Mason knew the deal. Davis was hurting. She took that as a sign to continue.

“We go to a scene, we investigate, find and arrest the perp. Either they’re convicted or they’re not but, you know what goes through my mind every time I see a dead body? What a waste of life and if we had…or someone had done their job right the first fucking time they would still be living it.”

Her rantings stopped and he contemplated a moment before answering.

“You don’t think I’ve felt that way.” he replied. “You don’t think I’ve had the same thoughts and asked myself the same questions? I’ve been doing this job a helluva a lot longer than you have and I still don’t have all the answers. Hell Kat! No one does.’

His voice took a more serious turn.

‘What I do know is that this is a tough job Kat and we do the best we can with what we’ve got to work with and every victory, no matter how small it may seem, is still a victory. That is what keeps me going.”

Mason got up from his stool and laid some money down on the bar.

“Finish your drink, go home and get some rest. I’ll see you in court tomorrow.” he finished as he slapped her on the back and walked out the door.

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About phillystarvingwriter

Starving writer with a day job hoping one day to make a living doing what I love best.

Posted on May 4, 2011, in Unfinished Work. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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