Detective Aucsber Joyce Kowalski scribbled in the diary on his warped kitchen table that looked more like a wine stained cardboard box than the center piece of a detectives kitchenette. He talked slowly to his cat as he read the diary aloud.
Entry for July 1st:
Today i beat the crap out of an ex fire bug degenerate fire fighter.
He said they would never stop and i can’t understand an addict.
Entry for July 2nd:
Today i started a fire in a building, killed three homeless people.
I felt nothing that would lead me to understand or find the arsonist.
Entry for July 3rd:
Today I beat some more info out of the scum bag firefighter, then i killed a heroin dealer on the west-bank to steal his stash.
The cat scanned the Polish man’s face for a change, an answer or a clue.
The detective let the plunger fall and his body floated in the black rapids of addiction.
The cat looked at the detective and answered with dolly’s voice, “What would a man get in exchange for his soul.”
The man rubbed his eyes and said,“I got em.”