Words All The Way Down

Inspired by the following prompt: [WP]You are able to sense hidden human remains. You have spent years subtly helping police solve murders. Not subtly enough though, as someone on the force is starting to suspect the worst about you.

“In a way, it’s flattering,” Shivani muttered to herself as the H train screeched to a halt at the elevated station above her. Though, she didn’t think the police team tracking her would appreciate it if she tried to run to catch this train. She figured, only important people get police details; unfortunately the police thought she was important in the crime world.

Fortunately, the train stayed longer in the station than normal, allowing her and the police team tracking her every move ample time to board. Never one to pass up an opportunity to sleep, Shivani settled into a nap after setting an alarm to make sure she woke her up before her stop.

She was awoken with a bang much before then.

“Everyone stay seated. This doesn’t have to be hard for any of us”, yelled a man as he slammed open the adjoining door from the next car on the train. “It’s simple. I just want your money,” he said brandishing a pistol. Shivani hoped that if she just feigned to continue sleeping the man would leave her alone. She briefly saw her escorts prepare to take action at the far end of the train. They seemed conflicted about whether or not they wanted to cause a commotion since that would blow their cover tracking her.

The man continued down the train car, collecting what money he could and jostling people for the jewelry he could see. Then, he stopped in front of Shivani and grabbed her by the collar.

“You! I know you! You’re the reason my brother’s in prison!” Crud, she thought, his brother must have been one of the earlier cases she helped the police with.

Shivani pleaded, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ll give you whatever you want!”

“No, no. I told myself I’d never forget your face. No amount of jewelry can replace my brother. You’re coming with me.”

With that, her police detail got over their earlier apprehension, “Police. Freeze. Drop the gun, and put your hands where we can see them!” The would be thief and kidnapper rounded on the police officers with his own pistol and was shot dead before he could take aim. Shivani, safe for now, collapsed to the floor in relief.

The H train screeched to a stop again as the police officers rushed towards her. The doors opened with a tone. Shivani really figured she ought to be grateful.