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COOKER

So instead of working I sit here, pushing the spoon around the coffee cup and think. Think about what the hell I'm gonna do with this situation, with this case and with my life. I wouldn't say I was happy, even content. Numb might be a better description of what I feel. I remember Romero decribing his many zombies as empty, well that's where I was and thanks to that I was alledgedly the best on the force.

So rather than venturing into the goading, leering lions den of an office I hide here in the neon lights of the canteen and wait for my shift to end. Watching the door to see what happens and who turns up, whether she turns up.

She had a red bob when she joined, now it's black and scalped back to her skull. She doesn't smile or laugh or joke or seem to have any humour whatsoever but I find her truly fascinating. I don't know why but it definitely has something to do with the way she eats.

WPC Collins always eats in the canteen. I am not a stalker yet, so I do not know when she will appear but I love to watch her take her food from the staff and then sit down so they cannot see her. She then methodically insures that no one food touches another. This can take between 2 and 3 minutes. She is so engrossed that she doesn't even notice me. I like that, she's so intent of catagorising her food that the world stops to wait.