The tantalizing smells of Italian meats and cheeses filled the small neighborhood deli. Cameron Brown walked up to the greasy, white Formica counter to place his order.
"Hey, Officer Brown," Joe, the owner of the deli, greeted him. "Hot today, isn't it?" He wiped his perspiring forehead with his arm. "What'll it be, the usual?"
"Yeah, Joe." Cameron leaned his tall frame against the counter. He watched him assemble the large Italian sub, extra cheese and mayo, no onions. His dinner of choice, practically every night since he moved over the busy deli, four months ago.
He paid for the sub Joe handed him, wrapped in white deli paper, and proceeded up the narrow stairway in the back of the building. Opening the gray door of his tiny apartment, he walked inside and dropped the sandwich on the miniscule kitchen counter.
Cameron unbuttoned his shirt and laid his gun on the counter as well. What a day. Two murders, and a young boy was one of the victims. It had drained all the energy he had left. All he wanted to do was eat his food and sit in front of the TV. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, took his sub, and sat down on the frayed, green sofa. Clicking the remote, he surfed through the channels until he found something mindless to watch. A rerun of The Office fit the bill. He laughed watching Michael Scott and the gang struggle through the day.
I wish I had problems like that, easily solved in thirty minutes. Cameron looked around the shabby apartment he inhabited. The same apartment his father called home for a few months, almost six years ago. Six years had passed since his father was killed and Cameron's obsession with him grew every single year. When he got the job with the Reading Police Department, he knew he wanted to find and live in this apartment.
The only recollection he had of his father was in the jail visiting room at seven-years-old. Even though he denied Cameron was his son, Cameron could see in his eyes he knew it was the truth.
The son of a murderer. The title wasn't easy to live with in the city where the most prominent murder took place. Cameron hoped to get to know Alex, his father, when he was released from jail. Maybe get to know another side of him. A side that cared he had a son in this world.
Cameron tossed the empty wrapper on the chipped coffee table. He mindlessly stared at the droning TV in front of him. Danny Lopez took care of any chance I may have had of getting to know my father. He would meet him soon, according to his plan, the man who watched his father take his last breath. The one who took his life.