TheapartmentitselfwaslikearottingbamboosliptossedamongapileofDVDs.Outofplace,fragile,quietlywhisperingitsownhistory.
Andreally,whocaredabouthistoryanymore?
Thosewhocouldaffordabetterlifehadlongsincemovedawaywiththeirfamilies.Mostunitsinthisbuildingwerehollowshellsnow,inhabitedonlybystraycats,dogs,ortheoccasionalchildbraveenoughtosneakin.Homelessdrifterssometimessquattedforanightortwo,butnoneofthemstayed.
OnlyLucian,thehomicidecaptain,remained.
Hehadnomoney,nofamily.Sowhatdiditmatterwherehelived?Thisoldapartment,lefttohimbyhisparents,wasstillstanding.Aslongasthepowerstayedon,theroofdidn''tleak,andnoonecametoevicthim,hewouldstayhere.Maybeuntilthedayhedied.
Itwasn''tthatLucianhadneverthoughtaboutsettlingdown.Itwasthatnowomaninherrightmindwouldwanthim.
Moxioftenteasedhim:"Ifyou''dbeensmart,youshould''vegonefortrafficorpatrol.Anythingbuthomicide."
Sure,younggirlswouldgushoverhim,callinghim"BrotherLu"withthatmixofaweandgirlishfantasy.Butthatwasallitwas—fantasy.Noonewasfoolishenoughtochainthemselvestoamanlikehim.Womenweretoosmartforthatnow.
Whenhewasyounger,Lucianhadhalf-heartedlytrieddating.
Weird,hethought.Evensecurityguardsflirtingwithnannieshadbetterluckthanhim.
Hefoughtcrime,upheldjustice,hadadecentface,andwasasuprightastheycame.Sowhycouldn''thelandagirlfriend?Atleastifhediedinthelineofduty,theywouldburyhiminthemartyrs''cemetery.Thegovernmentwouldcutaheftycheck—forthefamilyhedidn''thave.
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