Rosie’s Emails – 7

Hello sister,

You haven’t been writing much, is everything okay? Two weeks without even a word, I talked to mum so I know you are alive and well but it wouldn’t hurt to write a word or two to your big sister! 

Well anyways I am fine. Life  is going in its usual pace. I learned people around Bridgeport don’t really like me. That was a shocker… I know I can be a bit grumpy at times but my charisma balances it out, it turns out it doesn’t.

Lil Bling broke the news to me the other day. I called Big, he wasn’t home so I talked to Lil. We aren’t that close nowadays but we caught up, it was nice, we talked about his new album, stuff like that and then he tells me out of the blue: “You are not so popular round here Rose!”

I fumed for a while and then night fell and I went on a case. I won’t bore you with the details, and besides there should be some client-investigator privilege. Should it not?

Well that is not really important, I wouldn’t even mention the case if it wasn’t for something big, the reason I am writing in fact… I met a guy! He is super cute! His name is Richie, he is an athlete (as are most of my crushes I guess).

I snapped a picture of him, I told him it is important for the case (ha ha). But look at him, just look at him! Isn’t he the cutest?? Isn’t he??? 


Well he told me the reason people probably don’t like me… Apparently there are rumors I got arrested?? WTF?? Who says such things?? Anyways please reply! I am eager to hear what you have to say about all this!



Hi sister,

Glad you are alive and well. I am also glad to hear you devoted time to your music. It is nice to follow your passions. When is your album coming out?? I can’t wait to buy it and tell ALL my friends!! Well Big and Lola… They are my only friends here but I don’t mind it. Sometimes it is better to have good friends than many friends.

Well anyways, to the matter at hand… I am so glad you agree Richie is a doll!! Because I am going to write about him more and more, or I hope…. There is still much work on the before mentioned case, one involving him. And I know I will be seeing him again so I have been spending more time in the gym, I want to be drop dead gorgeous the next time he sees me and I can’t run outside because of my vapirisim, I am being extra careful because of it now, I learned my lessons. And so I am running, and I am super sweaty, I mean it, I can feel it spraying of me all around and wouldn’t you know who walks in? Wayne! My online… Well I don’t know how to call it, he isn’t a friend, I though he had a potential to be a boyfriend before he blew me of for a date…


So he comes by he just watches me and looks uncomfortable and I just ignore him! I pretend I didn’t recognize him and he stares for a while and then just walks away  And you know. I don’t regret it for a second!

That is all for now. I hope to have some Richie Striker update soon!



Caliente (Latricia) -7.3: Regret

(Previous post: The police station)

Being robbed and then running into her ex-boyfriend all at the same day took its toll on Latricia. She spend more time in her home gym (yes her big new house even had its own gym) blowing off steam trying to put it all behind her only to find she couldn’t.


And it wasn’t the robbery that plagued her the most. Sure it gave her a few sleepless nights but she believed in her cousin, lieutenant Sara Caliente and the SVPD. They would catch that bad guy and end the terror of crime that had plagued their small town. It was only a matter of time.

Her brother called every night to check up on her. He was a scrawny teenager who worked part time at the grocery store but his voice was that of a man and he worried about his big sister. Every night he would ask if she needed him to come over. Latrica find it extremely sweet, even though Bran couldn’t fight of a burglar any more then she could, the two of them were always close like that. He would have done anything for her.

With all that it was easy to feel safe again. But the worry that nagged at her the most was of a different variety. It was a question everyone faces at least once in their lives: “Had I made the wrong choice?”. The choice Latricia’s thoughts referred to was the one she made the day Mikha’il Kerrie asked her to marry him. At that point Latrica was sure she didn’t want to marry. She wanted to finish her studies, travel, search for the meaning of life, inspiration for her music… For something bigger then herself.

But now here she was. Back at home, pushed by her mother into a career that was different from what she envisioned, all alone and vulnerable. And Mika was so close, still handsome and somehow both the same and so different from when they were dating. He grew up Latricia figured. And deep down she knew she had never stopped loving him…

She didn’t expect for him to break up with her when she rejected his proposal, she hoped he would wait… He didn’t. But now that she had seen him again all she wanted was to call him and meet up, to say some words of apology that might bring them back together… Yet she couldn’t find those words. She doubted they existed.


But when words deserted  Latricia she turned to music. It was the one thing that never failed her. While Latricia’s usual performances were just her singing with her guitar in her spare time she liked to compose piano pieces. As a house warming present her mother bought her a Schnadahupfl. It was the most expensive instrument there was and everyone who knew anything about music, including Hazel Brown, Latricia’s manager would stare at it in envy every time they came to Latricia’s home. And they had every right to be envious, it was not only beautiful but its keys were so light, producing such a lovely sound when ever they were pressed. It was such a joy to play it, to compose on it…

The robbers had taken her TV but if they were just a little smarter and more prepared they could have scored a jackpot with the Schnadahupfl, and that would have really broken Latricia’s heart…

On one Sunday morning Latrica had finally finished a piece that had spoken from her, a piece she put all the pain and sorrow she had been feeling for the past weeks, a piece that in her head was titled “Sorry Mika” but if she ever played it anywhere she would have simply called it “Regret” since she believed that to be the driving emotion for it.

She was just thinking how sadly Mika would probably never hear it and how she would given all she had, even the Schnadahupfl for him to hear it and feel the strength of the feelings she still had for him when her phone rang. He heart jumped. Mika. She thought, her heart filling with hope she jumped upwards and picked it up without even checking, she was so sure it was him….


“Hello Latricia.” Her mother said sinking all of her hopes with one word.

“Hi mum.” Latrica said trying to hide her disappointment and failing.

“You sound unwell.”

“I am fine mum.”

“Good.” Her mother said sharply. “There is a Llama game today.” She added. Latrica’s eyes widened at that. She had completely forgotten. It had never happened to her before. She was a rabid fan of the local sports team, ever since she was a kid and she used to drag her former best friend Vanessa to the stadium with her. No one in her family shared her love for sports. They all loved music of course but apart from that her big sister Rosie had her computer games, Bran had his books and mum had her parties and men. It was a surprise her mother even knew about the game since it was an away game and would not be played here in Sunset Valley.

“I completely forgot.” She said honestly.

“Well since you have yet to buy a new TV I thought we could go to a sports bar and watch it together. I don’t think our TV here at home even has those channels…”

“Sure mum.” Latricia said checking her watch. “Meet you there at three?”

She rushed to get ready still wondering what the hell all that was about.  Her mother had never showed any interest in watching sports with her. She sighed and protested every time she would find herself in the same room with Latricia when she watched it on TV back when they all lived in the same house. Still Latricia rarely said no to her mother. And who else was left to go with? Her friend Walter might be interested but he was a fireman and he was almost always busy these days. There were a lot of new trainees that signed up after the meteor hit and Walter was one of the older guys assigned as their mentors.

She wondered how her mother would dress for this occasion. Nina Caliente loved to be the center of attention. And even in her golden years she never failed at that mission. Her clothes were all expensive designer stuff, her skirts were always a bit too short to be completely decent and her graying hair she dyed a bright orange, close to her natural color neither Latrica or her sister had inherited.


She had been late of course. Another way to get all eyes to turn on her, Latrica knew that but it annoyed her when she did it when she was supposed to meet her, not some man, and in a sports bar, not a party. She had surprised her when she saw she was wearing, what seemed to be a plain sweatshirt and sweatpants in a matching light teal color. She did however have a pair of large sunglasses on, even when she stepped inside. They were expensive looking, and probably cost more than an average person makes in a month. Her long orange hair was braided and colored a shade lighter then usual.

“I don’t think I have ever visited this establishment before.” She told Latrica when she joined her at the bar. “I hope they make decent cocktails. I am not sure I can watch that whole thing sober.”

Latricia had ordered them a plate of nachos and two “Bad Cheerleaders”, her mother liked the sound of that name. The game was just about to begin, and the two of them were seated on a comfy couch just in front of the TV when her mother spoke:

“I am donating a big check to the school, the one you and Bran went to.” Latricia nodded politely. There wasn’t any other school in town. “They are up for renovation and are collecting funds. That Hoves girl contacted me herself. She is up for mayor you know. She talked with principal Borders and they came up with the budget plan. Your aunt Dina says it’s a good one.” Latricia nodded again. The game would start any moment. And right now it was pretty clear her mother didn’t come here to watch it with her. Latricia was usually a patient person but she wished her mother would get to her point just a bit faster… “Well anyway, like I said it is a big check and they are throwing a party in my honor or something like this… Well it is not a party actually it is one of those things for the children, a recital or something… I asked them if you could perform there.” She turned her head to Latricia and while she could not see her eyes behind the sunglasses she knew she was daring her to say no. Latricia surprised her by agreeing almost instantly. Her mother smiled.


“Excellent news! I am sure this would be great for your record sales… Those kids like more pop-y stuff but I am sure your music could get trough to them… We’ll have a session, the two of us and Hazel, figure out what songs you’ll play… If we have time maybe do some new stuff… Something kids love…” Her mother went on but Latricia already knew what song she wanted to play. And who she wanted to invite to listen as he did.


Rosie’s Emails – 6

Hi Tricia,

I can’t believe there is nothing interesting going on in your life… You are a young adult, living alone, single and trying to break into the music industry. You are probably just not going out enough. I get it, Sunset Valley may be boring on times but if that is the case please come over! Bridgeport is the place to be!


Ha ha ha. Who am I kidding? We are the same little sis. Just an hour ago I got back from the hair dressers, I have a new haircut and I know I look smoking hot but what am I doing? Sitting and watching the news in my undies. Such glamorous lives of the Caliente sisters!

All the best from your lame sis


Hi Tricia,

Two emails in  one night! This must be a record! I felt really bad and alone after that last email so I got up, got dressed and phoned Wayne. Do you remember me telling you about Wayne? He is the guy I have met online. We have been chatting for a while now so I decided it is time to move on it. If he wouldn’t do that, than I would! I checked up all the events in town and invited him to the theater, I even gave him a chance to pick what we would be seeing. 

He said no.  “He is not interested right now.” Isn’t that lame? I mean what was the point of it all if he is just going to refuse to see me… But enough on that. I wouldn’t be discouraged. I went out to this bar called Eugi’s. Jeffrey Cook was there, just playing darts. Do you remember me telling you about him? Did I tell you about him? He is a local politician that had been know to hire me on occasions. Anyways he is too  famous for me just to come up to him and chat.


I had a few Stomach Churners. I must admit. So I am a little tipsy, just for the record. I looked around and saw a handsome guy, a vampire in dark clothes. I come up to him and we talk and he is so very smart, he hates the outdoors but is a bit of a daredevil. And he is married…. And so we come up to this, me sitting in a bar alone writing you an email. 

But the important thing is, I went out. I had an interesting evening and an adventure. I regret nothing!

Wishing you the same,


Caliente (Latricia) – 7.2: The police station

(Previous post: A disrupt routine)

She saw him before he saw her. He walked trough the door his head buried in a folder he held in his hand. He didn’t lift his gaze up until he sat in a wooden chair across the table from Latricia. By that time her mind had gone completely blank and she wished that she had listened to her mother for once and let her call her cousin Sara. Outside of that cramped little room in the police station life went on. There were voices and noise and phones ringing but for Latricia time stopped.


And then his eyes met hers and she tried to smile, look apologetic, something… But she doubted she succeeded in anything apart from looking stupid. The still growing unease and discomfort prevented her from even uttering a single word. It was as if her lips were sealed shut and she felt more self-aware then she ever did in her whole life.

The young man on the other end of the table didn’t seem to be affected with the same affliction because he managed his recognizable half smile-half smirk before speaking:

“Well hello Tricia. It has been a long time.” Hearing him use her nickname was like a stab right to the heart. She wished he had been formal and professional, referred to her as Miss Caliente or maybe that he even left sending another officer her way. That would have hurt too but somehow this was even worse.

“Hi Mika.” She said softly thinking how much the dark color of his uniform suited him. He had contacts on so his lovely eyes came in focus. Even the goatee was a nice addition. But she could not say any of those things. Her right to comment his appearance was forfeited the day she rejected his proposal. That had been the last time she saw him, in truth she had been avoiding running into him ever since she got back to Sunset Valley.  She had no idea he was a policeman now, he dropped out of the Conservatorium the semester after they broke up and she had no idea what happened to him, apart that he was back home too.


“It is good to see you.” He said. There was no sense of sarcasm in those words Latrica noted. He sounded warm, pleasant even… As if she hadn’t shattered his heart in a million pieces when she refused to take that ring. “Well… Maybe not considering the circumstances… I see you have been robbed?” Latricia nodded weakly. I am sorry Mika… I was not ready… Things were… What? She asked herself. She had no explanation, not even now. So she said nothing. All she could think of was their parting kiss, the softness of his lips on hers, the wet tears on her face, the music playing on the old gramophone…


What if she could go back to that moment… Would she have done things differently? She believed she would… But things don’t quite run that way and besides it seemed Mikha’il had gotten over her. Something she knew she should be happy about but she really wasn’t….

“Unfortunately robberies have been common in the town recently.” Mikha’il continued blissfully unaware of Latrica’s troubled thoughts. “And since Officer Hoves retired our forensics department had gone to shit. We will of course send a pair of CSI’s to sweep your home but I don’t hope for much…” He sighed. “I recommend you invest in home security, I am sure your mother can pay for that… I wish I could do more but that is the brutal truth. We have a new lieutenant, your cousin and I believe she might change things, I believe we can finally put an end to all of this but we shall see…” Latrica just stared at him still regretting coming here. “If you are uncomfortable staying home you should go to your mum’s or… a friend’s house.”

“I’ll be fine.” Latrica said.

“I am sure you will.” Her ex boyfriend replied smiling. Latrica still could not respond in kind. “Well I have your statement here… And your contact information. If there is anything you could do, or if we find anything someone from the department will contact you….”

“Not you?” She asked with maybe a tad too much hope.

“Well due to our personal history it might be best to give this case to someone else… Since you are a Caliente it might go directly to your cousin…” He smiled again. “Seriously though, you were doomed the moment you got here, you could have gotten either me or Vanessa.”

“Vanessa works here as well?” Latrica asked surprised. Seeing her former high school best friend on the other end of the table might not have been as uncomfortable but it would have probably made Latrica feel bad. She missed Vanessa although they haven’t spoken in years. Almost as much as she missed Mika.

“Small world huh? Well anyway that is all from me. You are free to go.” Latrica slowly got up. For a moment there she wasn’t sure she wanted to go.

“I did mean it. Really.” Mikha’il said noticing her lingering. “It was nice to see you. You look good.”

“You too.” She said managing a smile at last. “Police work suits you.” He laughed getting up.

“Well when our class voted me most likely to be a millionaire they probably didn’t imagine me here. It would be hard earning those six figures on a state pay. But it is a good job, I might make a difference. Take care Tricia.” He said touching her arm lightly. Latricia felt if a surge of electricity rushed trough her whole body at that touch. She wondered if Mika felt it but if he did his face didn’t betray a thing.

“Goodbye Mika.” She blurted out and rushed trough the door back to the real world overwhelmed with emotions she thought were long gone…