𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥.

The Banquette.

Thatcher and Cesar both walked inside the fancy looking..Whatever it was called. A banquette? Oh well. They were really here to find somebody.

They showed people their ids, Cesar had been helping out Thatcher for ages now. They were two peas in a pod at this point.

Cesar had on a fancy white suit as Thatcher had on a black one..The truth is, they we're looking for somebody. One of the Heathcliffs at least. Their family was one of the richest families out there.

Cesar was visibly excited.

"You look giddy, you excited?"

"Yeah, duh! Imagine the ransom money!" Cesar whispered.

"I know..Maybe we should go for one of the siblings. Son or daughter?"

"Who cares!? Let's just do whoever we come across."

"Hm..I'm thinking the brother, the daughter works with me. In the police department, I see her daily. She's a Lieutenant."

"Huh, just like you!"

"Duh." Thatcher teased.

They kept walking around..Drinking and grabbing snacks.

"Look what I got! I had a whole bunch of goodies."

Pearl necklaces, golden watches, rings..And more.

"You're so fuckin sneaky..Good job."

"Mhm! I can't believe I'm better than you." Cesar teased, smiling.

"Okayyy, that's a little to far fetched."

They both laughed..Continuously looking around until they stumbled across him, they looked at eachother and Thatcher pretended to steal something from him, and running away out the door.

"Ah- Mr. Heathcliff! Please help me! That man stole my wallet! I don't know where he went but I saw him leave!"

"Oh- Of course! Lead me to him."

Just like Sarah being a Lieutenant, Mark was a detective. He mainly worked on murder cases..No wonder he'd help Cesar.

They both ran out the door, and somewhere behind the building before Cesar stopped.

"Where did he go?..Sir, are you okay?"

"Oh. I'm fine, don't worry about me. You should really be worrying about yourself."

"Wh- What?"

Before he knew it, there was an arm around his neck from behind and a cloth pressed on his nose and mouth before he passed out.

"I can't believe how easy that was!"

"Yeah, but we gotta hurry. His sister is definitely gonna wonder where he went."

They both ran to Thatchers car, putting Mark in the back seat and driving away.

While they were on the road, Cesar decided to mess around a little bit, grabbing a Marker and drawing on his face a little bit.

"Cesar. Focus."

"Sorry Lieutenantttt.."

"Fuck-..My head is pounding.."

Mark tried to get up, but to no use. He looked down and realized he was tied up.

"Oh! You're actually awake. Man, that took a while."

"Wh- What the fuck is going on!? Let me go!"

"Man you're really whiny..I think we picked the wrong sibling."

He heard someone laugh a little bit, and Cesar laughed too..Then Thatcher came out.

"L-LIEUTENANT! Is this some sorta prank? I'll have you fuckin fired if this keeps going on!"

"Maybe we did pick the wrong sibling..Whatever. Get his phone, Cesar."

"Already got it!

Cesar threw Marks phone to Thatcher..He didn't even feel it being taken.

Thatcher snapped a photo, and texted his sister.

"This your brother?"

"What the hell. Is this some sorta prank? Mark what the fuck are you doing?"

"Nope, this isn't a prank. You want your brother back? Pay up. Every hour we have to wait for we'll torture him for that hour."

"Please, don't hurt him."

"Money by Friday..Maybe we'll keep him a longer."

"Fine. But, please. Don't hurt my brother,"

Thatcher smiled putting the phone in his pocket.

"We're gonna be fuckin rich!"

"WOOHOOO! FINALLY! I've been waiting to get one of you Heathcliffs for forever now!"

Mark could barely get any words out.

"Man..This was really easy. Shall we treat ourselves to a fancy restaurant?"

"We shall!"