In which, Daisuke and his dear wife y/n, have been trying to solve a particular case, but keep on getting more and more leads; more and more arguments, to more and more situations. Everyone just wants to go home.
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DAISUKE POV Before the text message sent to y/n... 9:43pm
"Daisuke, he's here. Ready to question him?" Chief asked.
"Where's Kato?" I asked, as I stood up from my chair and placing my laptop on the coffee table beside me.
"Kato has gone searching for more information about that warehouse you mentioned earlier on.. remember?" Chief reminded in a nervous tone. Sighing, I shut my eyes closed, and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Daisuke, you seem really tired. If you want I can take over the interrogation-"
"No it's fine chief. I can do it." I bluntly spoke.
Last night I couldn't catch any sleep. It almost felt as if I was in a nightmare. I was running on 2 hours of sleep, normally it'd be 6 to 8 hours; but not this time.
I walked out of the small waiting room, and started to walk my way down the long hallway to the interrogating room. Opening a door, I see a male. Tattooed from his cheeks, all the down to the arms and chest. He was bald, with very manly features. Handcuffed to behind the chair, he glared at me, to what seemed to be like violent intentions.
"Right.. Mr..-"
"Your Daisuke Kambe.. that rich fucker." He interrupted with his strong English accent. I shifted my eyes up from the file sheet, and I raised my eyebrow.
"I want to make this quick and simple." I took off my jacket and placed it behind the chair, and leaned my hands against the table. "Why did Victor reopen the warehouse again? What was it for? The dates and data clearly show the warehouse wasn't insured and was never caught up with its rent, making the business close down." I asked.
He smirked and started to laugh insanely..
As the interrogation grew, he kept on dodging the questions, sugar coating them and changing the subject. I sat, and leaned back in the chair, with my arms folded; listening to the crap he was saying. He was the only lead and who was always seen with Victor; wherever he went, he was there like a bodyguard for him.
Until..
"Your wife, is one clever bitch." he said confidently.
My blood was pumping through my vessels..
"These photographs.. these were taken from the 'warehouse' and your in all these pictures, not to mention your always with Victor.. what were you doing with him?" I sighed, continuing asking him quester after question.
"Shes absolutely.. wow. With that beautiful body, silk skin... you really did secure the bag huh?" he chuckled. "I believe you have a kid too? Yeah? He seems smart too.. I'd love to give them a visit." he chuckled and tilted his head back.
Now my blood is boiling.
I pulled my gun out from the hostler which was tucked away at the back of my pants, and firmly placed it in-front of me on the metal table.
"Listen to me real carefully Mr Jackson.. you're going to tell answer every single question that I had asked you before this past hour." I leaned forward, giving him a deadly glare.
"If you fail to do so.." I grabbed the gun and cocked it back, hearing it click and pointed it directly in the middle of the thugs forehead. "Then I'll guess we're going to have to play Russian Roulette." I tilted my head to the side, to see his face.
"No." He bluntly spoke, with a fearless expression.
Sighing, I pulled the gun away from his head and quickly changed my target. The knee cap.
BAM!
Hearing an agonising yell, was like music to my ears. I calmly pulled myself away from my seat and balled my fist with Jackson's shirt, pulling him close to me.
"Oh.. my bad." I checked the chamber, seeing a batch of bullets lined up ready to be used.
"I thought there was only one bullet." I sighed, then slipped the gun back into my hostler.
"So.. the warehouse.. tell me the address." I aggressively asked, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
Blood was dripping from his knee, down onto the steel bars of the chair. His blood was seeping and absorbing in his dirty jeans; while he was drowning in sweat.
"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you everything you need to know!" He whimpered, shaking his head side to side. "Wow.. I didn't expect you to crumble from one bullet." I polished the tip of my gun with my cloth that I keep in my inside pockets in my jacket.
After answering each question, the interrogation was over. I had received all of the information required.
"By the way.. I did secure the bag. very securely. Send your mercenaries to my family, I will come for every single bone in that body, and I'll make sure all these bullets go through your your head." I growled in his ear.
"Fuck you! You spoilt brat!" He started to curse.
Throwing on my jacket, I grabbed the files and started to walk out of the room.
As I was walking out calmly, I see a British police officer, "Sir, the suspect Mr Jackson, in that interrogating room needs medical attention, I suggest taking him to the hospital." I spoke nonchalantly, making the officer sprint to the interrogating room.
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To : y/n💍 Me : Unit 385 Mayfair. Thats where the warehouse is supposed to be. I'll tell you everything when I get back.
y/n💍: Wait.. how did you find out? Lol But it seems odd.. only a unit number? No address? I'm driving to Suzues' house. We'll give you updates.
Me : I was gonna say, could you try and pin point an address?
y/n💍: Yeah, I can try but I'm gonna have to get Suzue involved.
Me: Do what you have to do baby, there's no rush. (read 10:05pm)
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"Kato, I know where the warehouse is located. Meet me at the hotel now.. we'll discuss a plan." I spoke over the phone, as I walked away..
