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January 7

A pale and hot start of the day in the crowded city , a man with a tall stature dressed in a black coat and with a white weistcoat , with glasses and wearing his chin high , he was walking in a wierd way , not hurrying but chooseing to have a unnatural walking pattern . He was walking in a park , that is more free then the streets full of people that are going to their jobs . He goes noticed by a few people standing on the bench , some of them running and just seeing a wierd man walking so uncanny , he almost gives the impression he puts up an act , for whom they might ask themselfs . He stops walking when he reaches the end of the park and ends up in the street . He looks left , right and in his back many times like he forgot something . Atleast he goes back into the park with the same walking speed and goes to another diraction he might ve missed . On a banch a sharp man dressed reather badly for the heat outside , dressed all in black , mayching his black long hair , he was smokeing a ciggarette , dragging out of it and releseing a big smoke . Next to him but far on the banch was sitting a slender girl , meek girl , all weak , dressed in a more fitting attire haveing in mind the burning sun , she had dark hair and dark green eyes , she had next to her right side a walking stick , giving she had her left leg in a bad state .

The hurried man seeing the black haired man from a distance seemed to stop his wierd walking and adapted a normal speed and way of stepping . He approches the man that was about to put his hand on the girl next to him .

-Mr Duman?

The man looked at him uneazy with sleepless looking eyes

-Who s asking?

-Im Raul Piranka , a intern of a local private investigator . Said the well dressed man

The dark haired man looked at him not saying a word . Piranka removes his glasses as he stands right in his face .

-Im here on the case of Patrick Duman , your broather .

-Yes… . Said Duman

- We were to meet today a hour earlier at the nother state cafe disscusing this matter .

Duman looked confused and bothered by the man before him and grabs another ciggarette and lights it just after stepping on the bearly finished one . Stepping once , stepping twice to set some sort of anger in his presence

- I was to talk with the investigator , not with you . Said Duman as he takes a puff out of the ciggarette .

- Mr Canta is with other matters today! Im sorry but you still didn t attend the meeting other wise

-It was said that he wasn t showing up so I didn t showed up either

-As it is , I m here to ask you some questions about the case if I don’t pressure you

The black haired man looked up from the ground back to him

-Ask away

He grabs the ciggarette with his right hand that a deep scar is visible on his middle finger , and with his left hand he gets his palm through the girl s hair . The girl nervous as she is in that moment she gives a bothered look at Duman but he dosen t even look at her. Piraka searches into his deep coat and reveals a pocket notebook with a cheap gel pen .

-So the murder of your brother , Patrick Duman , he was declared deseced on the date of 26 of January . He was found into his home by the police , the 46 th appartament of Street Glow , the appartament he was shareing with his claimed girlfriend , and youself , as yourself declared you were in a vacantion in that time and his girlfriend didn t report his death or the cause of death , the medics say that it was poisoning , that the girl is responsible of . As she is now in court and we are searching for evidence , Im struggling to find any evidence of you ever leaveing the city this past month Mr Duman.

Duman s eyes looked at him with great attention leaving his hand off the girls hair

-I didn t knew I had to report in writeing if I go in a vacantion…

-Now , Why would u lie about such situation , we have evidence of a man leaving the place at mightnight , with a black hoodie and walking fast . Not to impose . Said he changed his expression into a more serious one now looking him in the eyes . I do not belive you had ang implications but why lie and why not returning home the night your broather died , and his girlfriend was gone that night too! He was left alone in his appartament alone .

Duman stood there silently . After he finishes his ciggarette and stomping on it with wrath , he stands up and started to walk . His attantion goes to the girl.

-Cmon lets go . Said he was he gives her a hand

-Mmm….the money… Said the girl and she didn t even looking at him.

- You cheap whore , all you expect is money of my hands

He spits the ground

- Fine I will go , don t even try to come by my place now!

- Mr Duman! For christ sake I asked you something! Said Piraski

- I don t have to talk to you, if I have to talk something I can do it with the detective .

He looks away from him and puts his direction foward where he walked with great speed . The tall man looked sadly at him as he took a turn and he was lost . He puts his notebook back in his coat pocket and then grabs the glasses and puts them on his face . He glaces at the girl that remained silent after Duman s words.

- May I sit ? Said Piraska

The girl snappes back to reality and looks at him tierd and confused.

- May? Yes you may

Piraka takes a place on the banch next to the girl and looks at the trees of the park , and then his attention goes back to the girl.

- Sorry for asking , but are you a friend of Mr Duman?

-Jeff? No , not friends

The tall man puts his palms on his knees

-Then? He talked harshly of you

- We had one business togather , just one , don t tangle me along with whatever he has going .

He looks worried at her

- No! No I had no such reasons , but I don t like what reason would he have to insult you in that way!

- Are you pitying me? Said the girl as she wakes up from her sholder and was now standing still on the banch

- I pity everyone who is talked down to

The girl says nothing and puts her stare into the grass that was infront of her . The man grabs his packs of cigarettes and as he grabs one out he catches her attention .

- You want one? And he puts his hand with the pack near her

- Sure… if you don’t mind

She grabs a ciggarette and gets from her pants a old lighter , one of the silver ones but this one had many detalies that on the first glance you must think is one out of a collection .

- Nice lighter . Said Piraska

- Ou? Thanks

- Never seen one like it before

- My dad gave it to me , he was a heavy smoker. Said the girl as she puts the lighter back to her pants pocket

- Was?

- He passed away a long time ago

- Oh! Im very sorry I didn t

- Is ok jeez . She gives a light smile and giggles. Never saw someone as gantle as you before

The tall man looks in his right and then back at her

- Gantle is not the right word , everyone says Im out of place , and I must admit they are not wrong

The girl rolls her eyes and drags smokes out of the ciggarette . A moment of silence was places bettween them .

- Oh how rude of me , I still didn t ask your name

She looks at him as she was ripped from a day dream and places her glare upon him.

- Oh , is Iris

- Nice too meet you , Im Raul

He goes for a handshake that she quickly accepts , after that she finishes her ciggarette and throws it on the ground. Now he looks deep at her

- Now that Im free from the business that ended way too quickly with Mr Duman . He rises up from the banch and turns at her . Care to join me for a cup of coffee?

The girl is toppled by his shadow and glares at his hight , she rises herself up and picks the walking stick that was resting on the banch and stands next to him and her eyes now lay on his face

- Sure, I know a good cafe near here .

Piranka smiles and his face widen after her answer and swings around his hands as a sign of lead the way .

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