The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 9

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Loriatte was not suicidal.

As much as she hated her life, she was not brave enough to end it, that's why she resorted to finding other ways of punishing herself for her "unwanted existence".

The pain she felt physically was enough to numb the pain she felt emotionally, it felt nice, feeling something other than intense sadness, because bearing physical pain was so much more easier.

Well, to her at least.

She lifted her head at the soft knocking on the door, snapping her out of the self-hatred train of thoughts.

"Come in, it's open," she called out, already knowing who it was.

I mean it could only be one other person.

Unless Zenith crawled in from up the garbage shoot.

The door opened and Zayden stepped in, eyeing her cautiously.

She rolled her eyes, "relax, I haven't done anything, stop looking at me that way."

Zayden nervously scratched the back of his neck as he averted his eyes from her, mumbling a shy 'sorry'.

"Yeah yeah police boy, what do you want?" she asked and sat up on the bed, crossing her arms.

"As much as I very much enjoy playing this game of ignoring each other, we still got a case to solve...that is if you're still up for it?" He asked, knowing that the only way to get her out of giving him the silent treatment was to get her to work on the case with him.

And here I was thinking he came to apologise for being nosy, she rolled her eyes as she got up from the bed.

"Yeah I'm still up for it, you didn't think it would be that easy to get rid of me, now did you cop?" She scoffed, lightly bumping into his shoulder as she walked past him and out the door, then began making her way down the stairs.

"No ma'am," he answered before shutting the door behind her, a faint smirk playing on his lips, glad that his plan worked.

He followed her downstairs and sat across from her on the dinning table where he had all the documents, articles, and other information detailing the investigation laid out.

"I like to believe you were productive in these past three days," she began, putting on her eyeglasses and scanning through some papers with a concentrated look on her face which he found amusing.

"So tell me, what did I miss while I was in my 'coma'?"

Zayden sighed, running his hand over his face in distress, he was finding it pretty hard to pretend he didn't know what he knew, but if it was such a touchy subject for Loriatte and she wanted to pretend as if everything was as normal as normal for them went- then pretend he would.

"Zenith and I did stake-outs at both locations which turned out to be old abandoned warehouses, each on opposite ends of town."

"Typical," Loriatte commented.

"Yeah, so one warehouse delivers illegal drugs and weapons to the other, where the sales are made, and it's big buyers too- and I mean big buyers with big important names, I can see why the FBI is so secretive about this case, the locations are both heavily guarded. I have a feeling that whoever we're dealing with is just not any average criminal...I'm afraid your boss may have been kidnapped by a very dangerous gang or worse," he concluded.

"You mean like the mafia or something?? Damn what did he do to get caught up with them?" She shook her head in disbelief.

What could be worse than the mafia?