Anna Lockwood: A Short Story

There was so much more to life than work, so people would tell her. For as long as she could remember, Anna Lockwood wanted to be a police officer, and not just any officer, but a homicide detective. She’d immediately taken the route from school straight into the academy. One of the reasons for her passion was that her father had served as a small town sheriff, she’d ridden along with him when she was a teenager. Despite the influence he’d had on her to begin this line of work, he was one of the main people who told her there was more to enjoy than just her job. In fact, he found it worrying how much she worked. Anna didn’t know the meaning of procrastination; every night she would work late, weekends, holidays. She’d only been working there a few months, yet she was managing a load of work for an experienced officer.

Anna’s father now worked in a bank, it was certainly a good change of pace, for him. Anna couldn’t imagine giving up her job for anything in the world. Over the past two weeks she’d been told that there was an opportunity for her to move to homicide. She’d caught on swiftly and had been able to adapt with ease. She was a perfect candidate. Finally, she was going to reach the place she’d been dreaming of for so many years. Part of
“It’s not a big deal, I get paid extra and it’s fairly quiet.” What Anna hadn’t told her mother was that it was her first night in a practice placement for the homicide team. They’d told her that there was a new case and they needed extra hands; this was her lucky break. She would have to prove herself to be irreplaceable during this time. No doubt it was related to the recent articles about a new serial killer that had just been linked to several crimes. Anna couldn’t wait to begin; it would be her first real case. This is what she had been training