The Criminal(oneshot)

The Criminal

Opening the lock of the door, Trixtin , all tired and weary, entered her apartment after a long, hardworking and productive day ...
       Trixtin Smith , a young detective working under " S.C.Detectives Company " , 25 years old , had joined there nearly 6 months ago . Very beneficial for the company though , as she had cracked nearly 29 successful cases whereas others are limited at 19 or 21 cases in 6 months, few of them unsuccessful as hell .

      She walked inside, closed the door and plopped on the sofa in the drawing room . It was raining heavily outside . The thunder rolled and lightning flashed . Just as she stood up to turn on the A.C. , her electricity went off . She quickly found a candle and matchbox from somewhere and lit it up . She was about to sit on the couch again , when she heard a knock at the door .
" Yeah , just great ! Everything has to happen all together!" She huffed .
"Who's it ?" She asked , holding out her gun in secret , as she doesn't have ' normal ' visitors often .
" Me! You are Trixtin Smith from S.S.T School , right? "
His voice seemed familiar .
" Just tell me who you are!"  Radha asked being annoyed .
" Woah ! Same attitude ! You remember me ? I am Julian Adamson! "
She remembered him , although a senior , he was one from her friend circle at school . He came inside .
" How are you Trixtin? "
" I'm fine . How are you ? And...here all of a sudden Julian ? "
" Well , I was passing my here due to some , work .  Then it started raining and I came inside this building and saw your nameplate in one door . "
" Oh , well... I don't have electricity here currently.  So forgive any inconvenience . "
" It's fine. "
They chatted for an hour or so , and within that time rain stopped pouring and electricity came back .
" Well then , I must leave now " He glanced at the clock on the wall " It's getting pretty late and...dangerous. "
He nearly stormed out after that . Trixtin closed the door and was going to her room when the door bell rang . Frustrated enough , she held up her gun and asked who was there . The answer satisfied her as she opened the door to see few policemen.
" Have you seen someone like This?" One policeman held up a photo . " He is Julian Adamson, or should I say... Bishop Cyrus Stephen, a famous criminal undercover?"

She just...smirked.