Angel In The Club

Chapter 56

 

Britney was not entirely truthful with her mother but you know that already and she was also not truthful with Amanda either. She was a police officer but she was not appointed to investigate the human trafficking ring. She wasn't that good a police officer and she would be the last person they would have sent. She wasn't even a detective this mission was just a way of righting a wrong. She was trying to get the outcome that her father hoped for all those years ago when he was sent here.

On a Summer day, one year after her father's disappearance, two policemen greeted her at the front door.

"Hi, little girl where is your mother?" The taller policeman asked.

"Who wants to know?"

"We know you, daddy. Where is she?"

"She's in the kitchen cooking breakfast," Britney said.

"Can you call her please?" He asked.

Britney did what she was told. When the two policemen were gone her mother went straight into the kitchen again and Britney followed behind her and took a seat at the table. She was just standing in front of the stove, as still as a statue while staring outside the window. Shortly after the pungent smell of burning eggs and fabric, filled the space of the kitchen.

"Mommy the dishcloth, it's on fire!" Britney shouted as she shot up from her seat pointing at the flickering embers. Her mother didn't even turn around or respond to the fire traveling fast to her fingers. Britney ran towards her and threw the dishcloth in the sink. Britney looked at her and saw tears roll down her mother's eyes.

Later that evening when Britney was snuggling down under her covers, her mother stopped at her room and explained that they could not find her father. Britney had already figured out that much and was not surprised.

The following weeks after that day, Britney would catch her mother crying in her room and also when she was around her sewing machine in the living room. The day of the funeral was hard for both of them and there was nobody to bury. Britney missed her father so much. Sometimes she would try to conjure up an image of him in his police uniform and his smile when she told him she was going to be a police officer like him when she grew up. She would read his notepad every night that he wrote down names, addresses, and suspicions.

There was one case in particular that caught her attention. He had written about the disappearances of nine Jamaican girls in the book and the name of the person that was supposedly running the ring, in the city of New York. She became obsessed with knowing more about the case.  There were sentences like why were they kidnapping the girls? How are they funded? Where are they keeping the girls?

Britney decided that she was going to New York and finishing what her dad started all those years ago. First, she would have to become a police officer which caused her mother to ignore and barely talk to her while she was training at the academy. It broke her mother's heart that she was walking in her father's footsteps but Britney was not pursuing it to upset or perplex her. It was her destiny, she could feel it. She tried to ignore the feeling or try to do something different but every other decision felt wrong.

There was a force pulling her to it, a voice saying there was something worth discovering. There was also the unwavering hope she had of finding her father one day walking on the street somewhere in New York. It was a fantasy, she knew. The kind of thing that happened only in movies but it was this desire that propelled her to get on a plane and put herself in unspeakable danger.

She graduated from the academy and became a police officer, much to her mother's dissatisfaction.  She would ask persons at the prescient about the case and they would tell her what she needed to know. Her father's legend had lived on and everyone referred to her as 'Detective Mccoy's daughter'. Her father was referred to as the greatest detective according to her colleagues and they treated her with respect but couldn't see her as anything else. She found herself getting even more intrigued about the reason those girls had disappeared. It was important for David Mccoy because he had chosen to take the job and left her mother and herself. He was supposed to be here to see her graduate from high school and then the police academy.

Through it all though she gathered as much information as she could. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it but she knew something had to be done. After several months a particularly risky but profusely brilliant plan popped in her head. She had discovered that the perpetrators were using the 'work and travel program' to potentially trick and lure the girls into their trafficking ring.

It was even offered at the University of the West Indies. It didn't matter if she opted to attend university or get a tertiary education just to infiltrate the ring. She also knew the name of the agency and went that day. She was fully aware of the risks and she went anyway. She was going to walk into the lion's den but she would not change a thing if she had the chance. She prayed she wouldn't get eaten in the process. When she dug deeper, she realized that the person that was believed to be running the trafficking ring, the time her father left was dead. It was now believed that his son took over the operations.

Britney thought of the proverb that said like father, like son. She thought in this situation that this was the worst trait for a son to inherit. Damian was continuing his father's tradition or business, if it could even be called that. She was going to take him down before this tradition continued any further. She knew her father would have been proud. He would say he knew she could always do it and that she had it in her. She loved him and missed him so much. He was the buffer between Britney and her mother. She loved her mom but sometimes she could be too much. Too overly protective, too anxious, too safe.

She was going to make her father proud even if it was the last thing she did. It was coming closer to the day of reckoning, she was sure. She was preparing for this from her father left and he discovered this trafficking ring. Jareth was at the restaurant right now, conversing with the enemy and making him even more aware of her agenda. Oh, how she detested the traitor now. Britney hated herself most of all for trusting him and listening to his pathetic lies. He was playing with her like a recalcitrant child plays with his toys and abandons them down at the last minute. She hopes his I loves yous would go to hell and take him with them.

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