Ed let out a happy sigh as he opened the door to the police station and headed toward his desk. He had had a weekend alone, blessedly quietly alone. He hadn’t seen another soul which was what he needed right now, solitude. After the Lucy break up. Lucy the make up artist, how could you not fall for such a beautiful woman. A woman who spent her days, transforming everyday people into movie monsters. The make up artist and the police sketch artist, it all fit so nicely, they both transformed faces, hers began beautiful and turned into a character, a fictional fantasy of some writers imagination. His on the other hand started ugly and stayed hideous, a real life nightmare of a victim’s mind.
Sadly though over the past couple of months it had become obvious to Ed that he and Lucy were not right for each other. Dating had been a mistake. Moving in together an even bigger one. They were just too different or maybe just too much alike. Ed wasn’t sure but something didn’t feel right about them together.
It was more though, Ed knew. Something had changed in Lucy. And that change scared him. She had gone from fun-loving to suspicious, watching his every step. Waiting for the least bit of proof, the least provocation that something was wrong between them. The problem was the evidence was not there, it had never been there. Yet still she envisioned the clues pointing to their supposed demise, she stacked them up in her mind, and accused him of it at every moment. It was as if Lucy wasn’t Lucy anymore. As if she had become someone altogether different and scary.
So Ed decided to break it off. To give Lucy space to realize her suspicions were hers alone and had nothing to do with him. Thus he had moved into this new place, away from her. He was done with Lucy. He had to be done with Lucy for both of their sakes. Still as the weeks went by there were episodes of stalkings and ringing phone calls with no on the other end. Nothing he could pin on her, she was careful about that, but it made him realize for her it was not over, it would never be over. Which is why, despite Ed’s feelings for her, he had filed the restraining order. Surprisingly she had abided by it for a week now, finally she was realizing too the break up was for the best
It was going to be a busy day, he felt the buzz around him as he got his coffee. There had been a rash of attacks over the last two months all over town. No one could find a common denominator but the detectives were sure there was one there. Different people were mugged in different sections of the city, every descriptions of the assailant was wildly varied.
Which is where Ed and his pencil came in. Despite the looming threat, the ever persistent rumor that computers would soon make his job obsolete, so far it hadn’t happened. There were nuances, Ed suspected, shades of faces, looks in the eye, that only a pencil held by a talented artist could pick up. Layers of being that a non-human entity could never begin to understand or replicate.
He was called to a detectives desk almost immediately to begin sketching, the woman in front of him obviously nervous, yet staring at him with an odd look. All looks he supposed could be percieved as odd if you’d just been through what this poor woman had been through. Trauma does that to you he assumed.
Ed’s non-work life thoughts intruded once again. The girl in front of him was in her thirties, about Lucy’s age. This could have been Lucy. But Lucy before she got angry, before she got bitter. Before she sought revenge for every perceived misstep. Before he had to leave her for his own sanity and hers. Her last being before revenge had become her last word . The word which had begun to define their relationship.
Edward continued drawing, continued questioning like he had every day of his career. He questioned the victim carefully about the shape of the face, the size of the ears, any detail she could remember. Although the details weren’t much, still he filled his drawing in with every scrap of information she had. And as he sketched, as the person on the paper became true to life, he became ashen. There on his pad was his own face staring back at him and the last words Lucy said to him the night of the break up suddenly rang in his mind, Revenge my dear sweet, revenge. His Lucy nightmare which thought had ended, he now knew had only just begun.