Demon

“Am so sorry am late.” He quickly draw out chair and sat down. Detective Sean looked up from the magazine he was reading, and scanned him, his sleeve wasn’t properly buttoned, the face cap covered a bit of his face. And was drenched with perspiration.
“Went beyond time, what happened.... to you?”
He mouthed an oh and began fixing his shirt properly, clean off his face with a hanky.
“Something happened.”

“Something happened you mean, you were so deep into her, you completely forgot about time. I understand.” He wave him off with his hands.
“It’s not that.. it’s, well”
What Sean was saying was completely different from that of Dixon. But, he decided to let it be as he seems.
Adjusting his cap, glance round the cafe. Most of the people in the cafe were staring at them and whispering no doubt, they were talking about him.
“It’s Dixon isn’t?”
“Damn right!”

“He deserves to rot in hades”
“He shouldn’t have been released”
The couple behind him was saying loud enough so he could hear.
“We could leave, if ..”
“it’s okay detective let’s just go over to why we’re here.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“There’s nothing I can’t do about it for now, people are always gonna say shit about me, any time I appear in public. Am used to it. Can I drink?”
“Sure.”
He took the glass of water in front of Sean and chugged down everything. Standing up he went over to the counter to make an order, returning with two Black americano. And glass of water.
“Here” he passed the coffee to Sean and settled down on his seat. His eyes darted to the papers on the table which wasn’t there before he left to get their orders. He pick it up, it held the picture of an unrecognized human, the stomach was exposed like a chicken, eyes opened, the skin was black yet white. The other paper had something similar, it was obvious it was a female because of the hair, though it was separated from her body.
“This happened last night.” Detective Sean began, he saw the awful look on Dixon face.
“Around your neighborhood, something or someone is killing people every night.” He sips from the coffee.
“A demon it could be, there hasn’t been any hint yet, but it’s sucks blood off its victims. Not a trace of blood was found when he saw them. It was like it was so hungry for blood.”

“I thought we came here to talk about me and Eamon, how is gonna get out of prison. That’s why am here isn’t?”
“This case involves you because you live there.” He place his elbow on the table and lean closer.
“We’re still gonna talk about Eamon but this a more pressing issue. What if Eamon got out of prison and gets killed by this thing ravaging the city. The only hint we’ve got on hand is that some strands of hair always falls off at every incident. For instance, from Lucas lab, from the wood and now in your neighborhood.”
He wasn’t pressing the it for no reason, but because something in his guts told him, Dixon knows something but doesn’t want to say anything.
“This could put the entire town in chaos. A curfew might be declared. If this persist.”
Dixon twitched uncomfortably in his seat.
It could be her right, is she the demon doing this? She bit your arm remember, eat uncooked beef. You saw her covered in blood, she confirmed it, she killed someone. Do you still believe it wasn’t her?

He was sweating. Feeling hot under the AC.
He shook his head, it isn’t her, but he wasn’t so sure anymore.
“I know, you know something, tell me what you know.”
“I do know something, Eamon told me...”
Detective Sean hit his fist on the table, inviting more prying eyes to their table.
“I wasn’t talking about Eamon.” He lowered his voice.
“Then I don’t know anything else, getting Eamon out is all I care about not some demon or whatever!” His voice raised a pitch which wasn’t his intention. He sling the papers on his face.
“This was why you call me out here, isn’t to talk to me about some demon, you weren’t gonna help me with the case, don’t worry, I can do this own my own, find the man with the scar, one my own. Asking for your help in the first place was all bullshit!”
He was pissed of, yelling in Sean’s face.
“Am sorry Dixon, sit please. Am just worked up, about all this, it’s a huge weight on me. That I can’t fulfill my duties. I couldn’t protect them.” He exhaled, taking a drink.
“Every fucking day, men, women and children are dying...” He hit his fist in his palm. “And whatever that thing is, is either lurking around or someone is hiding the demon. But how long, whoever is hiding the demon gonna keep hiding?”
Dixon sat down, lowering his gaze to the ground, he couldn’t face detective Sean, while rubbing his palm together, he was nervous.
“I don’t know about the demon or whatever, I told you before...” if he doesn’t make eye contact with Sean, he won’t believe him, but have reasons to doubt him more. He needed to say it to his face. Without blinking.
“If I find anything about the so called demon. I’ll tell you, am not joking about that, if I hid the demon, it’s a risk to my own safety, why risk my life keeping a demon whose gonna kill me?”
The question was more directly at himself than detective Sean.