Murder & Gin

"Yeah, well-"

"I don't care about the details or if you actually listen, Isaac. I'm just giving you my two cents. Do with it what you will." They didn't let me argue my own points and simply hung up on me.

"Son of a bitch..." I snarled at my phone before setting it down to finish my drink. I stood up, walking over to the mantel to look upon the picture of me and my ex-wife, my wedding band sitting in front of it.

"Well, Hazel... I hope you think I did the right thing..." I ran my padded-finger over the band I normally wore when I was out and gave a resolute nod. "You know what? I'll keep your ring in my wallet, but... I think I'll leave this one here with you from now on... I think that's fair."

I gave the picture a resolute nod and put my paws on my hips. Somehow, someway, I knew things were going to be different going forward. I had some new contacts, one who stood to vastly improve my career, not to mention the retainer gig with the police. Maybe good would come of it, maybe bad, but one way or another, change was on the horizon.

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