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L looked back towards the window; the rain falling always relaxed him. It made him remember that eventually, everything comes to an end. The rain swirls in clouds of grey, safe and sound until it begins to fall. Falling, leaving everything you've ever known to release out into the unknown. Everything crashing, dropping all around you, no one to appreciate only you; never anything special among all of the other, slowly dying drops of grey.

They make everyone sad. No one enjoys the rain; it stops them from being healthy, from playing, from being warm and cozy, from going to work and making money. It interrupts life, and it has to carry the guilt and worry and sadness around on its light H20 coding. L can rest at night, though, because he knows that after the pain, the drawn out torture, the little strips of liquid glass reach the ground and splatter into nothingness.

They group into all of the life among the ground, and the torture is over. They don't have to worry anymore, they don’t have to be sad anymore, and they don't have to be bothersome anymore. They are guilty of nothing. They're just raindrops joining the Earth, and their short turn at life is over. It let L rest when he knew, that all of this torture would end. It would take time, and he would lose a lot along the way, and he would leave behind everything he's ever loved or known to splatter across whatever is ahead of him, but he has this short life now.

He has a short life that no one can destroy; no one can touch but him. He can lock himself away in the strings, letters and numbers that create him and ignore the sadness and annoyance he brings to others and march through until the bittersweet end that he was sure to meet. That let him rest. The promise of someday, not having a tomorrow.


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“Here, here, here, and here are what seem to be the most likely places,” Near said. It seemed that Matt submission had satisfied him for the moment at least. “The areas in yellow are places where people have seen him. The ones in red, though, those are the ones I’m most interested in. I have some information from the police on what goes on there, but it was distinctly unhelpful.”

“That would be called gang territory,” Matt said, rolling his eyes.

Near turned to face him. “Like the Mafia, correct?”

“I thought you knew all this stuff,” Matt said. “What did they teach you?”

“You worked for the Mafia, did you not?” Near said.

Matt immediately became defensive. “Yeah? What of it?”

It was Near’s turn to roll his eyes. “You would know things the police left out of their reports. Things specific to this area.”

“That’s more Mello’s territory,” Matt said.

“Great,” Near said, nonplussed. “Go get Mello then.”

“Yeah, good luck. He won’t even look at me,” the gamer said sarcastically.

“This is getting us nowhere,” the detective said. “All we’re doing is bickering. Look, I want to know what goes on here. Specifics. I know what a gang generally does, don’t insult me, but I don’t know specifically what these gangs do. And you were Mafia. They generally had to go through you guys for a lot of things, right? So you should know something.”

“I was a techie. They didn’t tell me s**t,” Matt said. “I was Mello’s. I answered directly to Mello, I got assignments through Mello, most of my dealings with the rest of the mob were through Mello. You need Mello. He kept me out of it so that I wasn’t at risk. Not as much, anyway. I belonged to the boss. You need the boss. The boss would be Mello. Go ask Mello.”