[ WP ] Detail the average day of a Detective in 2054

I hate this office. I hate sitting in there. It's cold. Everything is so fucking tacky. 
 
 And he's late. Of course he's fucking late. I knever quite figured out wether it was some kind of cheap powerplay thing, or simple obliviousness. He's always fucking late. 
 
 I hate his office. Those screens and devices and all those action figures on his desk and that fucking batsign keychain hanging from the ceiling. I hate it all. And now he's wasting my time. 
 
 The door opens. Here he fucking comes. A scrawny 26 years-old dude in a white polo, beat sneakers and a paycheck this the size of mine. 
 
 `` You're late'', I growl. 
 
 `` I know, I know. Sorry''. He moves around me, towards the desk. Sits down, no eye contact. `` Okay, so what do you have for me? ``, he asks as his fingers start gliding on the glass-plated keyboard. The screen in front of him lights up, and two holographic displays flare from the projector on his desk. 
 
 `` Two bodies. Shot''. 
 
 He stops. Looks at me. First time he's ever looked at me, I think. 
 
 `` Wow, homicide? Really?''. I understand his enthusiasm, put that smile suddenly growing on his face is somewhat off-putting. 
 
 `` Yup. Two men. Jose Carvalo, 32, and Bryan Rainstone, 35. ID'd as local data dealers. Small time dudes. Found in a bar's basement''. 
 
 I take out a small tablet. Two touches from the tip of my fingers, and a file appear on the holographic display. 
 
 `` Alright. That's gon na be easy. What you got on them?'' 
 
 I read the file's summary. `` Basic social graph. They were both implanted, so we have full displacement from the past six months at our disposal. 
 
 -Good''. 
 
 He types in silence for a few seconds. 
 
 `` Okay, so. We got their social graph and movements, right? I'll cross that with identified risky individuals in a miles-wide perimeter. There must have been a bunch of video cams close to the crime scene, so facial recognition will give us a list of people present in the area one hour before and after the TOD. We got general access to the Health Data Ministry, so if anyone with a taste or potential violent behaviour is in the list, we'll know it in a few minutes. Crossing this with implants data regarding heartbeats variation, I'll have a modelisation of our suspect in... uh... `` 
 
 He stops. Thinks in silence for a few seconds. 
 
 `` In about five minutes, I guess. Then it's up to you to stop him. 
 - How do you know it's a him? 
 - Our first list. Only men'', he says as he reaches for his mini-fridge and takes out a light beer in a can. `` Coors? ``, he asks. 
 
 I stand up. `` Fuck no. Let me know when you're done''. 
 
 He sips. Slowly, loudly. I look at my watch. 4:30. Alright. We'll file this at 5:00 and let local drone enforcers deal with the arrest. I'll be home by 5:30, drunk by 6:00. As usual. Maybe try to arrive early tomorrow. Like 10:30. Lunch at 12:00. As usual. 
 
 `` I will'', he yells as I exit through the door, slamming it behind me. 
 
 What a fucking boring day. Just another one. 
 
 Maybe I should just get another job.
