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Fiction/Whodunit
The Golden Kiss Caper
A New Year’s Eve Heist
Under what should be a dark blanket of night, the skies popped with hues of reds, yellows, oranges, blues, greens, and whites. Car alarms rang out in residential neighborhoods. Somewhere, something horrible was happening, but nobody could intervene. The New Year’s celebration was at a fever pitch, and nearly everybody from the city was downtown.
New Year’s Eve is a great time to reflect on what to do better. With the copious amounts of alcohol, drugs, and sex, nobody was reflecting on anything. Soon, everybody would start to make their way home. That’s where the fun begins. It always starts at 12:01, when the new year hits, and they realize what’s to come will be more of the same.
Another year has passed. It’s ending the same as the last. That’s why Duncan didn’t like New Year’s Eve. After living through a few decades of them as an adult, he believed nothing changed from year to year.
His partner was different. Jerry was an optimist and believed that anything was possible. He hadn’t seen as much as Duncan, but he refused to give in to the cynical routine some guys showed around this time of year.
“I get it, you hate New Year’s,” Jerry told Duncan as they drove around a corner.