The Bridge

Brain Log [10]

“This is all of it” Ivan stacks the files in my hand, not even allowing me to welcome him inside.

“Including the ones before the building of this apartment and the bridge?” I ask, he sighs exasperatedly.

“The bridge dates back to hundreds of years ago probably around Civil War. That would take me days with the work I already have” Ivan was a public defender on top of being a member of the city council, he doesn't exaggerate when he says he's got a lot of work to do.

“That long? I imagine they've rebuilt it several times?” He nods “Do you think you can get me any news on people dying there or any area around it? Before you curse me out It's not urgent, I have these files to ingest. Don't worry”

“I really hope you heal soon.” He stares me down with that sympathetic look that I very much hate. It makes me feel like a charity case and I do not appreciate that.

“I will If I know what actually happened that night.” I slammed the door in his face not waiting for any more words. Ivan had known me since we were both freshmen in college, when he dropped his course for a better one we stayed friends, and when I completely dropped out we still remained friends. He can deal with me being annoyed at him.