Michael puts on his light brown jacket. He always loved the October wind going out. As he heads outside walking down the stairs, he sees a young boy wearing a dark ski mask covering his mouth gawking at Michael.
"Oh shit, I forgot my mask, " Michael blurted out, turning around, and darts up the stairs unlocking the door. He knew the boy heard him but did not care.
"If it wasn't for that kid, I would of forgotten my mask, "he said, being cautious putting it on his face.
He walks a block down to 7 Eleven gas station, and it is so convenient from his apartment. He rather walk there than drive because it saves him a lot of gas money just to go and get a large 75 cent black coffee. After he grabs his coffee he heads back to his apartment That is what he loves about High Park, that he does not have to drive much when he wants food or something to drink.
10 minutes later he walks back to the apartment, and he takes off his jacket and ambles back to his computer.
"Let's see, " he said, taking a sip from his coffee cup thinking about the case. He is running short on his thoughts on the case, he soon dials Tiffany. His old partner he used to work with, he would want her to give him some tips on solving the case. The phone rang four times and went to voicemail.
"God help me, I'm running out of thoughts," he said, putting the phone down on the desk.
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