Wesley drove home in complete exhaustion that dreary evening. He had interviewed every single guest at the ball and still had come across no significant leads. He puzzled over all the evidence, all the stories he had heard from the night. None of the pieces seemed to fit together to compile a clear interpretation of what had actually happened.
His car groaned as it made the turn into the parking lot of his apartment complex. The groan seemed to perfectly match how Wesley was feeling inwardly at that moment.
He parked the old car and climbed out before entering the looming brick building and climbing the stairs up to the third floor, where his apartment was. Sure, he could take the elevator, but forcing himself to get in those few extra minutes of exercise was good for him, and he knew it.
Reaching his door, Wesley pulled out his keys and jangled them in the lock, eager to get inside and sack out on his welcoming bed. Feeling the key turn in the lock, he then thrust the door open and took off his suitcoat, which he threw onto a chair to be taken care of later. After changing into his sweatpants and t shirt, Wesley plopped onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Though he was confused and crippled, he took comfort in the thought that he had made it through today. All he had to do was make it through a few more, until all of this was figured out.
'One day at a time.' He told himself.
His phone had been dinging off the walls all evening, but Wesley couldn't care less. He knew he needed to check what the chief had said about the murder and how things were to be handled from here. He was probably needed to provide some information since he had been the first one on the scene, but, leaving the phone on the bedside table, Wesley turned over and gave in to his burning exhaustion.
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The next morning Wesley was awakened by a phone call from the chief detective. Groggily, he answered, attempting to sound as alert as possible.
"Hey Chief. What's up?"
"Hey Morris. We need you at headquarters to supply some more information about the original crime scene as you first saw it. I'm sure you saw my messages last night. I'm sorry to wake you, but we have a timeline to follow here."
"Yes, Chief. I know. Last night really took its toll on me, I guess. I'm sorry. I will be right in as soon as I can."
"That's what I like to hear. I know that William fellow was a close friend of yours. I'm sorry any of this happened. But I have something I think you really need to consider, Wesley. Are you able to handle this case effectively? You can't let your emotions get in the way, and if they do, you're off the Case. Got that?"
Wesley paused for a moment, considering the man's words.
"Yeah. I got it. Don't worry about me, Chief. I can handle it. Any news on the case so far?"
"Nothing yet, but we have lots of evidence being analyzed as we speak. I'll keep you posted."
"Thank you." Replied Wesley "See you soon."
"Get here as quickly as you can." Ordered the chief before the ringing, beeping tone met Wesley's ears.
'One day at a time.' Wesley whispered to himself. He could do this. He would avenge William, no matter what.