
Christine tapped another cigarette on the edge of her desk and looked forlornly at the carboard box. This case was so stupid, and she had that creeping feeling that it was taking over her life. She didn't care about this missing rich kid, she didn't care about his bitch mother, and she was 100% convinced this kid had done a runner to get away from his bitch mother. He had access to huge amounts of cash to fund a getaway, and everyone who met his mother couldn't stand her inside of five minutes. Christine had gotten screamed at that very morning, the crazy bat going on and on about how her son's room was locked, oh my god oh my god. She just could not hear the obvious answer: the kid locked it from the outside to buy himself some time. What's more, he was 19, and really didn't need to tell anyone where he was in the first place.
If anything, Christine would've felt sorry for the kid, if it weren't for the fact that she'd had to comb through all his crap. He spent most of his waking hours on the internet, having tedious conversations with other recluses about God knows what. She'd pored through two hard drives worth of saved instant messages and now knew more about Heroclix figurines and Asian horror movies than she ever wanted to know. The last box sat on her desk, a smattering of incidental items that weren't dutifully organized like the all the rest of his stuff. She sighed, lit her cigarette, and pulled it towards her and peered inside.
Ugh. Piles of printout, paperbacks, fliers, boring boring boring. She saw something bulky at the bottom, and reached through the other crap to get it. It was a battered Playstation 2, still with all its controllers and wires attached. Goddammit, didn't forensic take care of this crap? Cursing under her breath, Christine bent beneath her desk and fit the AC adaptor into her powerstrip. She sat up and hit the "open" button. When the disc tray slid out, her boredowm abated somewhat. Inside was a disc type she was unfamiliar with. It was a dull gunmetal gray and had no markings at all, no indication whether it was a movie or a game disc. She picked it up and found it surprisingly heavy, like it actually was made of metal.
She doubted this had anything to do with anything, but for the first time in ten days this case yielded a glimmer of interest. She gathered up the PS2 and its wires and headed into the empty office in the back that had the TV. Her last ex had been a gamer geek and she hooked it up easily, re-inserting the mystery disc. As she heard the machine whirring to life, she noticed for the first time how empty the floor was, all the other cops having gone out for a drink or gone to drink at home. No matter, she'd have more fun with this mystery game or flick or whatever it was, and maybe wrangle a little overtime for watching TV, ha ha.
She lit another cigarette as the screen came to life...