The Cop Killer

Last night an officer I have known for ten years took his own life.  He was one of the officers that inspired The Meanie Twins from my unpublished novel, A Friend to The Watch.

His locker was next to mine at my current assignment, so he and I would interact on a weekly basis at least.  Though we were not terribly close, I recently recognized his pain. 

"You got somewhere to go with it?" I asked him.

"For what?" he asked me.

"To scream all that shit out.  I like to climb up a nearby hill and wake the coyotes."

"Heh. I might,"he answered, putting his uniform on.

I went on about my business and he his.

I didn't do enough. I should have done more. We should all do more.

Shit.