Chapter 3: Home Life
It was 2am when Melissa got home. She and Burrows had canvassed the houses surrounding the park but nobody they spoke to had seen anything.
Her husband, Tom, was still awake, engrossed in some financial report on his tablet. He barely looked up as she walked in, just a cursory "Hey."
Melissa sighed internally. This was their life now - late nights, early mornings, and barely any time for each other. She kicked off her shoes, poured herself a glass of wine, and sank into the couch next to him.
"You want to talk about it?" Tom asked, finally looking up from his screen.
"Not really," Melissa replied, swirling the red liquid in her glass. "A dead girl in the park. Young, pretty."
Tom nodded sympathetically, but his attention was already drifting back to his work. Melissa took a large gulp of her wine.
"I'm going to bed," she said, leaning in to Tom suggestively. "Would you like to join me?"
Tom looked up from his tablet, surprised. "Join you?"
Melissa smirked. Standing up, she started to unbutton her blouse revealing her shallow cleavage. "In the bedroom. I could use some...stress release."
Tom hesitated, "Not tonight, Mel. I really need to get this report done."
Melissa felt a familiar pang of disappointment. She couldn't recall the last time they'd had sex. She downed the rest of her wine and headed upstairs alone.
She stepped into the bathroom and turned to the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, her green eyes seemed burdened, and her blonde hair fell messily around her shoulders. She wondered why Tom couldn't see her needs, maybe he didn't find her attractive anymore?
Taking off her blouse, she scrutinized herself. She didn't quite look her 30 years despite the stress of her job. Her slender neck led down to small, perky breasts that she wished were bigger.
Turning sideways, she admired her flat stomach and skinny waist, a trait that had often lead cops and robbers alike to underestimate her. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. With slim but tempered arms that she suspected were stronger than her husband's.
She unzipped her pants, let them slide down her toned legs and stepped out of them. Her ass was her favourite part of her body. It was firm, round, and inviting.
"He must want bigger tits." Melissa muttered to herself, cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing them slightly. She sighed, suddenly feeling even more frustrated than before.