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 able to numb the pain she felt emotionally, it felt nice feeling something other than intense sadness because bearing physical pain was much easier.

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 as she sat up on the bed, crossing her arms.

"As much as I 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.

"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 as she walked past him and made her way down the stairs.

"No ma'am," he answered as he shut the door behind her, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

He followed her downstairs and sat across from her on the kitchen island where he had all the documents, articles, and clues laid out.

"I like to believe you were productive in these past three days," she began as she scanned through some papers, "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 difficult to pretend he didn't know what he knew, "well Zenith and I did stake-outs at both locations which turned out to be old abandoned warehouses on opposite sides of town."

"Typical," Loriatte scoffed.

"Yeah, one warehouse delivers illegal drugs and weapons to the other where the sales are made, and it's big buyers too, and the locations are heavily guarded. I have a feeling that whoever we're dealing with is just not any average kidnapper...I'm afraid your boss may have been kidnapped by a dangerous gang," he concluded.

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

"I don't know, but with what we know so far, they want something from him, and you too apparently," Zayden said, as he kept eye contact with Loriatte.

"Well, what is it? Let's just give it to them and get on with our lives," she sighed.

"First off, it wouldn't be that simple, and second, we don't know what it is they want...yet," Zayden said, "it all boils down to your job, whatever it is they want has something to do with you and your boss, and unless we're mistaken, the only link you two have is your job."

"So...if whatever they need has to do with my job, and that too my boss and I, then that means it's definitely a story I worked on with my boss, and there's only a few of those since he never liked working with me much because I was his worst employee, so thanks to his hatred for me, he made this easier for us."

"And that's why you're Zenith's favourite," Zayden said with a little chuckle.

"Awe really? Stop, I'm blushing," Loriatte said with a playful hair flick.

"So what's next ma'am?" Zayden asked.

"Well first we need to go through all the files of the stories I did with my boss and figure out which one might have the mafia or whoever out for our blood," she said, "and then from there we figure out what it is that they want and see where we go from what we find, yes?"

"Yes ma'am," he nodded, a grin playing on his lips, "so where to?"