Here's a story

Hey people,
I didn't have time to right a blog today, so here's a story. See you tomorrow.

"I see a cat." The boy said as he scetched out a drawing. "do you own a cat ma'am?"
"No," the old lady said on the other end of the phone.
"do you, perhaps know someone who has a cat?"
"wait! I do have a neighborhood cat that I feed every Thursday. She come around looking for scraps so instead of making her rummage through the garbage I feed her some nice tuna from a can." the old lady grinned as she spoke to the stranger at the psychic hotline.
"well then I guess that means this will happen on a Thursday." the voice said.
"what else do you see?" she asked intriguingly.
The telephone operator finished the drawing and seeped back to admire it, when he suddenly noticed just exactly what he had drawn. "Ma'am, please remain calm, but I see you dead on your kitchen floor."
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"But I'm going to be killed!" the woman said. "my psychic is never wrong."
"Ma'am I'm sure you know that psychics do things like that so you'll spend more money, it's all Parker tricks and such." the officer at the police department said.
"but he knew about all sorts of things, he knew that I was going to have a grandson when I turned 60, he knew that I needed hip surgery and he knew I had a cat I feed every Thursday."
"I assure you ma'am," the officer said, "you have nothing to be alarmed about, you live in a safe neighbourhood and you seem very healthy for a woman of 60, I'm sure your psychic was simply exaggerating."
"but I don't feel safe in my own home."
"The NYPD feels bad about that, but unfortunately we're to understated to provide some kind of around the clock perfection on your home."
"It doesn't have to be around the clock, it's going to happen on Thursday, just be there on Thursday!"
"we'll look into it ma'am, now go home and try to relax. I'm sure you'll be just fine." the officer put the folder he was writing in into his desk drawer and gestured the woman towards the door.
The woman left in a huff but the officer didn't seem to care. When she was out of sight he took the folder from his desk and through it in the trash.
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A few weeks later a neighbour of the old woman's noticed a cat coming out of her house. The man thought this was odd because he knew she didn't own any cats, he thought it would be best to investigate a little. He approached the house and as he got closer and closer he smelt something horrible. "Mrs. O'Neil. Are you home?" he could see that the door was open, but Mrs. O'Neil usually kept a very clean house, he couldn't understand how such a smell could be coming from her house. "Mrs. O'Neil it's Frank, from next door." he came closer and closer to the front door carefully just in case, he didn't know what to expect considering so many things were different then usual at her house. "I noticed your door was open so I figured I'd stop by to..." franks voice stopped in the middle of the sentence.
In the middle of the kitchen was a speaker out corps in a pool of blood.
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"and that smell." frank managed between sobs, "I can't believe it, she's the nicest lady in the world how could this have happened."
"we won't know until we Finnish our investigation. Is there any family we should contact?" as the officer questioned the neighbour two detectives enter the house, the walk over the police take and over to the CSI who is taking pictures of the kitchen.
"thinking of re-modelling?" the female directive said jokingly to the CSI.
"Yeah, I was thinking about giving my house that back to the 50's look." he said sarcastically.
"good to see you in such a good mood Greg." the detective smiled.
"well if you two love birds are done flirting, let's get to business shale we." the male directive walked over to the pool of blood where the body was. "how long was she here before she was found?"
"Corinne said a week I think," Greg said.
"that's odd, why didn't the police come." the female directive asked.
"the police thought she was just a raving old lady. Apparently she came into the police office 3 times last week and phoned about 5." the police officer said as he walked over to them. "we've got those reports at the station, well all but one."
"what happened to the one?" the female detective asked.
"the officer who interviewed her for the third time through out his case file, he didn't believe she was in any danger."
"well dose he believe her now?" the male directive said as he stud up. Go to your office get the files ready and the recording of the phone calls she made especially the last one." the detective turned to the unhooked phone that was close to the body. "I would think that must have been an interesting conversation, considering someone shot her during it."
"she hung up sir." the officer said.
The detective turned around. "what?"
"the lady hung up, she knew the police didn't believe there was really someone going to kill her so she hung up."
"why the he'll is the phone off the hook then?" the female detective asked.
"I don't know, perhaps someone should dust for prince and check her phone records."
"I'll dust!" Greg said heading over to the phone to take pictures.
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"It looks here like the old lady dialled a toll number after she hung up with the cops." the female detective said. "Greg dusted for prints on the phone and Mrs. O'Neil was the only person to touch that phone?"
"she phoned a toll number? Why the hell would she wanna do that? Did she remember something she wanted to get from the as seen on TV store as she was being murdered?" the male detective looked over some papers from the case in his hands. He was trying to think of suspects or a possible reason for why anyone would want to harm an old lady. He hadn't ruled out the possibility that this was just a random act of violence but the evidence that seemed to be popping up seemed to suspicious to be random.
"it seems that she called the same number a lot over that past five years." the female detective noticed after looking over the victims phone records. "it seems she only called them, aside from all of last week when she was calling the cops every day."
"what's it a number for?" the male detective seemed intrigued at the new information.
"psychics of New York." the female detective said. The detectives looked at each other. This murder was getting weirder by the minute.
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After the detectives found out the location the the New York's downtown office they headed over to find out any information they could about Mrs.O'Neil.
"well we don't recoded our callers but I think I could find out who talked to her. I'll just have to check the systems again." the detectives looked around an
T the call centre. The building was like a regular call centre except for the fact that most of the cubicles were filled with people who were oddly dressed or seemingly doing some kind of ritual.
"it seems that she talked to Brenda last. She's on her brake right now." the lady at the front desk gave them directions to the break room and continued with her filling.
"I can't believe people really believe in this kind of stuff. No one believes in cold hard facts they're all looking at the stars and getting someone to read there Ora. It's all so stupid." the man detective said. "the old woman was probably senile. That's why she phoned here all the time."
Once they got to the break room they found two employees at the table in the middle of the room. One was a girl so they asked if she was Brenda, she was so they started there questions about Mrs. O'Neil.
"what did she say when you talked to her?" the detectives asked.
"well, she just kept asking for Taro, she seemed really worried." Brenda said. "But Taro had the day off so I was trying to help her but she said "It's to late he's here." and then I heard some voices in the background and then it sounded like she dropped the phone."
"did she mean Taro? Taro was already there?" the female detective asked.
"I dunno what she meant but I hung up and didn't think much of it. We get all kind of crazy calls like that. But if you really wanna know anything I'd suggest talking to Taro. He's working eight now."
The detectives wrote down some stuff and then headed off to the front desk to get them to help find there next interviewee.
"well he's at his cubicle right now but he'll be off in about a half an hour." the lady at the front said. "that's when his shift ends."
"we'll wait for him out here the ." the detectives sat down in the waiting area and waited for Taro to Finnish work. They didn't know what to expect. Were they going to come face to face with the murderer or was this going to be a run in with yet another wacko who worked there. They didn't seem to be waiting long until a yeah boy by the age of 17 or so came up to them.
"hey, you guys cops?"
"yes we are, but we're waiting to see someone so why do 't you run home to your mom because we're kind of busy." the male cop was getting impatient and didn't have time to deal with kids.
"my mom's dead, but thanks for reminding me and I know your waiting to see someone, you wanted to talk to me. My name's Taro." the detectives looked over this kid and didn't know what to say.