He calls me sweetheart

Part one

Detective Thwart P.O.V
As I sat in my office I looked at the many reports coming in off the dark alleys strung across the London. The crime rate keeps going up; being detective Thwart of the city's police department is meant to solve it. I solved the baby killer case and assisted Sherlock Holmes several times. But now is not the time to be vain since a new case has come up. They're called the Black Butchers...
Lisel P.O.V
I walked along the rickety streets; like a mouse. My girlish hair cut and my dress swapped for some practical jodhpurs and waist coat. I had a cloth wrapped knife in my belt and one strapped to my chest, hidden from view. Scurrying across the slums, I headed towards the puppeteer of many lives in this dreary, god forsaken place that I call my home.
"Lisel" I shivered on hearing that dreadful hiss "I missed you so much" it smirked through the gloom "have you got what I want?"
"I wouldn't come back if I didn't, I've got the information you wanted of that Detective Thwart" I stated trying to keep calm
The clicking of the coins in the purse flung at me showed the satisfaction of my statement. Thinking that was the end I turned around to find some safety in this rat run.
"I have one more job for you my sweet Lisel..."
"No way! I am done YOU promised me that this was the end!" I cried out, choking back the tears. He, it promised! Suddenly I am slammed against the wall hearing a painful crack in my wrist held above my head. His vile breath silently caressing my cheek while the cold steel of a blood strewn knife against my throat.
"I lied, I love you far, far, faarr too much to let you go" He continued "Remember... I own YOU, I can do WHATEVER I want when I want and you WILL do as I say any way you know too much... unless you love me to the point you can stay by me?" I shiver at the thought "I would like that very much sweet, little Lisel."
Once he let me go I was told the task and scampered away. He was the delightful figure of Jack, leader of the Black Butchers and my tormentor. I am Lisel White, a runner, of which, runs across the streets doing little tasks for big people. Some say the reason I am still alive is because that monster jack has a crush on me, but I assure you I've been very close to not coming back without being in the trunk of a cart, gracefully on my way to the Thames. Just my luck!
Detective Thwart P.O.V
Silently I walked between the maze of this cobbled streets of history, sorrow and hope. This is the reason I became a detective; why would c4riminals do all the bad deeds and live a twisted life if there wasn't some hope at the end of the tunnel. That's what I've been saying to myself as soon as we found our first lead to the butchers. Lisel white. Apparently, one of the longest standing members of the gang since the age of 7; 10 years ago. Nobody knows why she joined or where she came from since we have failed to find any family. Why would anyone involve themselves in that kind of horror at such a young age. We discovered White stalking round the police station and have got information on her from our extra eyes in the shadows. I was thinking so hard about this that I didn't notice a straw haired girl in front causing me to collide with her. Our feet tangled and our bodies hit the floor. I found myself looking in to her oasis and jade eyes. After finally coming to my senses she had already climbed off me and scurried away.
"Sorry Miss!" I shouted after her meaning well. It's almost like she appeared and disappeared at the click of my fingers. I shaked myself out off a daze I continued to walk the remaining distance to my humble abode. As I approached the Green door I reached down in to my pocket expecting to immediately find my keys only to meet a piece of paper scrunched up in to tight ball. Shocked about this discovery I gently unrolled it to find an inscription...

Watch where you walk detective,
You might just bump in to the wrong thing.
BB

Better get moving then...

Lisel P.O.V
It was easy to get the note in to the Detectives pocket since he seemed lost in thought when I tripped him up. It was risky but I did it. Shame, he appeared to be a nice man; maybe he could've of got me free form Jacks filthy clutches. But it's too late for him now.