[Plot Fixes] The Darkest Light

Chapter 1: The Fine Concrete

Thursday

"So, does Greensburg have a pleasant environment?"

asked a man in a taxi.

"Yes, but not the people." Replied the taxi driver.

"The people?" The man tilted his head, narrowed his eyes.

"The city's full of crimes, sir. Don't you know? They call it, the city of no mercy. Why would you move there?"

"Uhh... I'm a newly promoted detective and was sent there to-"

"To stop crime? How?"

"No idea yet."

The taxi slowly entered Greensburg. They saw well-built pavements with no trash. The man slowly rolled down the window.

"So, this is the city of no mercy. How's that on such a clean city?"

"I'm referring to corruption and black money, sir. Not those small-time crimes."

The man looked out of the window. He saw buildings in a good condition.

"We have no rights to complain them, sir. What's your name?"

"Kevin. Kevin Willam Richardson."

He unfolded his wallet, revealing a picture of himself and another boy during young age.

"I wonder where you are, Jeff." He said.

The taxi stopped in front of the police station.

"How much's the fare?"

"78 dollars, sir."

The man, Kevin, handed over the amount. He opened the door, and stepped down on the fine concrete. Then, the wind blew his jacket and necktie. He put down his suitcase.

He looked at the building.

Greensburg Police Department, a big sign hanged on the entrance was seen.

He saw several busy officers and civilians walking up and down the stairs, all chattering and muttering.

After that, he stepped up the stairs, walking into the building.

He headed for the chief's office.

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"Son, I believe you did a great job back in Middle Valley. And beware, in here, we survive by being smart." The chief said.

"Excuse me, sir?" Kevin replied, confused.

"Don't just go into messy cases. You'll get it later. But now-"

Their conversation was cut as someone opened the office door.

"Why didn't you knock, Jeff?" the chief said, disappointed.

"Sorry sir, I wanted to ask you if you'd like some coffee." The person, Jeff, said. "A newcomer?"

"Oh, Kevin, this is Jeffery Thomas, our station's one of long living youths. Jeff, we've got a new detective."

"He... he's a detective?"

"Yes I am." Kevin winked.

"Alright, will you get me some donuts, Jeff?"

"Sure, sir."

Jeff left.

"Tomorrow, there will be an interview for you. Good luck for that."

"Thank you, sir"

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Kevin went outside. He looked at the station's decorations. Then, he bumped into a woman.

"Oh sorry." The woman said. A file full of documents slipped through her hand.

Both knelt down, Kevin picked up the documents. He met the woman's eyes, and she met his as well.

Kevin hesitated for a second, then handed over the documents.

The woman walked away in hurry.

"You left your nameplate!" shouted Kevin.

The woman looked down on her chest, and found out that her nameplate was missing. She said nothing and came back, and took it.

"Your name's Rosa?"

"Rosado Thompson." She said.

There was silence.

"How pretty." Kevin said.

He stood there and watched as Rosa slowly walked away with her blonde ponytail swaying. She looked back at Kevin, smiling.