The first time I meet my partner is two days after I have been released. I have been staying in the safe house with some detectives.
I have learned a lot from the cases that were given to me, and that only makes matters worse. I will love to help them—the poor victims of this brutality—but this is also at the expense of my life.
My partner standing strong-looking and illegally hot in front of me only worsens matters.
Like, how can I concentrate on task if he is there? He looks like if I run into him unknowingly—not that I plan on doing that—it's possible I get serious injuries from it.
Mr. handsome clears his throat. "What are you doing here if you can't concentrate? This place is not for the weak! "
His voice cuts through the air like a sharp knife. I am startled into silence for a while before I recover. "Excuse me, sir! You do not know me enough to start to say these things about me."
"What else is there to know about you, apart from being a proud liar, a con artist, and an acquaintance of a murderer?" You are a disgrace to the whole world! And let me remind you now, you will do your work and you won't get in my way, so sit back down and let me do my business here, and be attentive this time!" And he said all those things without a speck of emotion on his face
Tears quickly gather in my eyes as I do what he asked—well, commanded. I am glaring my watery eyes at him, and he is not even backing down. A shiver runs through my spine at the cold look in his obsidian eyes. I quickly blink before someone swallows me alive.
But how did I miss it? I'm a con; sorry, I was a con artist for crying out loud, and we are supposed to be good character readers. He is a blank book; that must be why.
And now I have realized he is brutally blunt, not caring if you get hurt or not; he is also very judgmental; he is an angry person (you might as well judge him back); and he is arrogant, too.
To clear the tension, I ask, "Do you have a name, sir?"
"No, what do I need it for?" He deadpans.
"Good, Detective Arrogant, it is." Happy that I'm able to get back at him, the next reaction should be him roaring like a lion.
"Special agent." He corrects me, bursting my bubble.
OK, let's add to the long list: he is also sarcastic, dangerously so. And it's not good for my health.
He settles next to me and grabs a remote, which I'm guessing is for the projector in front of us, and the face of the criminal appears.
"This is Sting, also known as Kashumu Sodiq; he is from Ajegunle. He was taken in by the previous 'Eleniyan' at a tender point in his life, as his father was killed in his attempt to save the said 'Eleniyan' back then. He became a sharp shooter at the age of thirteen, and he killed his first victim at the same age. He is very much feared.
Through the connection he got from his guardian, the previous 'Eleniyan', he began to kill people on contract. He is blood-crazed and loves to make his things bloody. So, if he can avoid using a gun, he stabs, hacks, and dismembers his victim."
(Eleniyan is the leader of touts and hooligans; he has control over them.)
It is not like I haven't read that information before; in fact, I read an in-depth explanation, but it didn't stop that feeling of nausea bubbling in my throat and... fear. Imagine someone like me going after someone like that.
Melo ni ara mi? (I'm not stronger than this.)
When he finally says what I've been dreading but know is meant to happen, a tear slips down my cheek. "Be prepared. We will start our investigation about the suspect tonight."
He doesn't look my way as he strides to the door. I think I just shed off five fucking years of my life just by hearing depressing news.
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365 days of redemption
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