8:05AM - The Bedroom
A thin ray of sunshine pierced through the slight gap in the otherwise
closed curtains. Birds sang and radio announcers welcomed listeners
to a new day. Detective Ail was sleeping peacefully.
The telephone began ringing and Ail stirred "fuck..." he
groaned, feeling his head. It throbbed from the night before. "Too
much Whiskey" he thought out loud, "never again" he coughed.
Ail tried to get up, but his body didn't respond to the commands of
his brain. The answering machine kicked in. "It seems that indeed,
I'm not home... please leave a message." The tape clicked and Ail
recognised the voice on the other end. The Police Chief.
"Detective... you'd better get in here. We've got problems with
that Wombat of yours."
Ail jumped to action, his eyes lit up "I wonder what that little
Wallace chappie is up to now?"
Ail walked through the door, paused for a second and went back to his
room. He picked up a picture of his late wife, gazed into her eyes and
then gently kissed the picture. "15 years today... I can't believe
it's been 15 years"
