14 Kasım 2012 Çarşamba

A detective story: Police Station



In the morning, I head to the police station to gather some information about this guy. Police station wasn't close, so I took the bus and of course take out my hat again, because the bus was crowded and there were so much less hairy guys around. When I arrived, I get out and walk to the police station.

I entered my friend commissioner Fatih's office. He was there, drinking tea. Everytime that I step in his office, he does nothing but drinking tea. I salute him " Hey man, what's up !! The guy smiled at me and say, hello, fake detective, are you going to ask me about some fat politicians that cheat their wife again ? I said " Hey Fatih, you know I like you, I came to ask you about a guy, committed suicide in the subway. His wife suspects about a murder. He complained, don't call me here with my name, you are going to call me my commisioner, don't forget about that ! Then his guys entered into the office. Four fucking hairy guy and one slim ugly girl. They looked at me with contempted face and said nothing. They don't like me at all. One of them ordered five tea.

Fatih started to talk, tell his wife that the guy committed suicide. We found a syringe on the railway. It took fucking six hours to find it. There was nothing but his fingerprints on the syringe. I interrupted, so fucking deal. They could have murdered him with gloves and hold the syringe with his hand. He said, you are watching so much American movies, detective. The other hairy guys started to lough like animals. Even Fatih got disturbed of that. He yelled, cut it off, you cunts !! They suddenly stop to lough. Only slim girl wasn't saying anything and giving any emotion. She isn't like one of the police girl in TV series at all. Her face is ugly but buddy is just fine. With carton bag, you can even fuck her. I don't remember that I slept with her or not. I hope I didn't. I said, it could be the work of intelligence. The guy got comminist backround. If you think about the information that communist guy gave to the conservatives, it make sense. Fatih started to speak, In fact, he was investigated by intelligence since his communist party time. He was rising fast in the party. Then he joined the conservative party. Conservatives asked for investigation. But there was nothing. After the guy requested to do "Hizmet", they regretted their suspects. However intelligence didn't stop to follow him. But it was hard in Africa. After he left Nigeria, they lost him until Turkic republics. But these countries have terrible intelligence agencies. They couldn't give them anything.

After drinking tea, I asked to Fatih, Can I have a look to his files ? He said, Whatever, it is just a suicide, nothing else. Hey Mami take this guy to the archive room. I said, no need, I know where it is. After finding his files, I took a desk and sit and started to look at the pictures of the guy. First in the communist party, then taking his rosette of Justice and Development Party from Bulent Arinc, Nigeria, Gana, Guinea, Congo, Somalia, Sudan, Egypt, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan and finally Kazakstan. I noticed how interestingly his wife is getting hotter and hotter in every picture. She is really beautiful woman. She never wore one of these religious scarfs. It must be hard for the guy to explain it to conservatives. Files finished after Kazakistan. They requested some information from Russians, but couldn't get any positive answer. The guy was in real poverty in Africa, the civil wars, sckeleton children, chopped off little arms, rebels in little vans with their French machine guns. He took these pictures by himself. He could be a really good photoghrapher. It says, there is a lost diary of him. It dissappeared after he returned from USA. Maybe the intelligence got it. But there is no way to recieve it from them. They will not give it to a peice of shit detective.

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