Detective Chris Santos has been running into bad luck these past few days. His dog just died, his girlfriend dumped him for a Senator’s son, he just got shot in the chest 2 times, and now he got a busted tire in the midst of a Pedro Gil avenue afternoon rush hour. He reluctantly steps out of the black 98 Honda Civic to survey the damage.
“Move it bitch!”
“Sir, putang ina mo get out of the vehicle please!” yelled an irate Chris to the foul mouthed commuter. The 40 year old balding guy probably never knew that Chris was a police officer. “Now I have someone to deal this shit for me” whispered Chris to himself. The good detective “kindly” explained to the poor guy how to call the towing services and get his car out of the road. In a sudden rush of panic, the commuter motioned to leave as Chris was gives directions on how to deal with this incident. He reminded the guy that e could arrest him for misdemeanor since he did, insult a member of the police force. When the commuter finally conceded to take care of the mess Chris started walking along Taft Avenue towards is destination.
Chris is a picture of a train wreck. Curly unkempt air, creased, white shirt with sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and the “walk” that is so natural to “pasayeños”. But his appearance betrays his true nature. Chris is actually a funny guy, always cracking jokes even in dire circumstances. He’s an avid animal lover and a shoe in for the boy next door/ bad ass image. As he traverses the crowded sidewalk of Taft Avenue, Chris can’t help but to reflect on these past few days. Sparky – the beloved Pit bull who accidentally got out of his cage and consequently got hit by a car. “How I love to get him back “
Maya – “ that bitch deserves to rot in hell “ murmured Chris as he grind his teeth on the mere thought of his X. finding someone cheating on you is bad enough, but finding your girlfriend cheating on you on your own bed, that – requires a lot of drinking to get out off. But drinking would have to wait. All that’s left for todays work was to check on the little girl he found on some whacko’s basement. Something he did not expect since the raid’s purpose was to search for drugs. But all they found was a well armed private army guarding a comatose long haired girl – and 2 bullets to the chest. “Thank god for Kevlar” whispered Chris as he runs his hands over his chest. He makes a quick turn towards the hospital gate and walks directly to the hospital’s entrance.
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