May 1st, 2024 / µ

Florence was angry, fuming with rage that the citizen had not killed herself or been arrested like she was supposed to so Florence could take what she wanted like she had been promised.

It was all over now because Florence and her husband had sold the house and moved away. She wasn’t part of the team anymore, and all those new friends of hers, well, they were busy with the investigation, which had to be conducted from a neighboring house in case the mentally ill woman tried to kill someone or she went out so they could enter her home and check everything was okay, or note down the things she had stolen from them they would take back when she was arrested or had killed herself.

The two top investigators had shown Florence so much interest and respect during the years they had occupied a room in her house so they could investigate the woman across the street. They were very important men, they had told her, and they were investigating this woman because she had offended them, and when they had searched her home, they had realized that there might be more to it than that. And so they had brought in other very important investigators as well as researchers, who specialized in women who offended public servants because they had a mental illness.

Florence understood this, and she was proud that she could do her part and help these very important investigators and their team with this very important assignment:

Collect evidence against this woman to have her arrested!

Florence had been so angry when these two very important investigators and their friends and family played some recordings of the things the mentally ill woman said: jokes about public servants, criticizing their work, and complaining about their pay level and pensions. How dared she?! To think that they had lived next to such a criminal bitch all these years!

The investigators told her all these recordings were evidence against the woman they could use in court alongside the photos. Florence didn’t really understand how private pictures of the mentally ill woman could be evidence. Still, these were all very important people who knew a prosecutor and talked about the Constitution, so they knew better, she was sure.

One of the very important investigators had explained how this was like stopping Hitler at Munich. Florence wasn’t quite sure what that meant. Still, Florence didn’t want to appear stupid, so she just nodded.

Florence had loved having these two very important investigators in her home. Okay, they both left a stench behind because they didn’t flush the toilet and the smell in the room in the morning was awful. But they were devoted and very important investigators, and she believed it was a matter of being eco-friendly, a sentiment she admired greatly – we all have to chip in to save the planet.

Everyone on the team had allowed her to participate in everything during those years. The team! She had been so proud to be part of a very important investigative team. She was also important, even if she was not allowed to tell anybody what went on in that room, and she had to tell her kids never to say a word to anyone because it was a secret investigation.

So many important people became her friends during those years, including the very important people from social services, top investigators, and researchers they had told her they were, with a particular interest in citizens with mental disorders. The researchers explained that with their specific method, they proved these mental disorders to a degree where they could arrest criminal women. The researchers, too, showed her attention and respect, and they flushed the toilet.

Florence had loved the attention. But most of all, she had loved company that was not her husband. Florence would look at him sometimes, his always angry and mean disposition, constantly unsatisfied, always criticizing, always finding something wrong with anything and everything she did, and wonder:

How did I fall in love with that?

Her husband had also been nicer to her when they were both part of the very important investigation. For once, they had had a shared interest. They had been nicer to each other, and their sex life had returned to normal because there were always other people in the house. Now they were all gone, and he grew meaner and fatter by the minute.

Her husband had never been much to look at, and he had not been the brightest either, and now he was fat, balding, and addicted to porn. He didn’t know that Florence knew, but she did – Asian schoolgirl porn. It was disgusting, and it had the depressing consequence that their sex life had become increasingly humiliating for her.

Asian schoolgirl porn and a prescription for Viagra had humiliated her more and caused her more misery than the bitch, but getting rid of her husband would have serious financial consequences, and she would be alone; getting rid of that bitch would have had benefits.

But now they were all gone – the investigators, the researchers, everyone. And now Florence feared that she might not even get what they had promised her to begin with, when the two very important investigators had explained to her that due to the nature of these very secret investigations, Florence and her husband would not be compensated for letting the very important investigators use their home for this very important investigation.

Both Florence and her husband had felt that was unfair until they were told they could file a lawsuit against the mentally ill woman and get money because the investigation would prove that the woman had harassed Florence and her family for years. They would also be allowed to take whatever they wanted in the woman’s home once the woman had been arrested or had killed herself, as these women often did.

During the first couple of weeks of the investigation, Florence saw that the mentally ill woman had many fine things, so she believed they had made a good deal. She could take whatever she wanted when the house stood empty. If the woman killed herself, she might not be able to sue her, but she would still get all those pretty things, and maybe they would find money in the house.

But now Florence was afraid that all that wouldn’t happen because no one from the investigative team came around, no one called her, and she was no longer part of the very important investigation. The only phone call Florence received after she and her husband had moved away was when a very angry voice on the other end told her to keep her mouth shut!

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