The Devil's Daughter

Caution

I had a headache and it wasn't even noon yet. Each set of parents arrived one by one and the questioning process was lengthy. Each set of parents all said the same thing. Their daughters were quiet girls who never caused any harm to anyone. I ran a hand over my face as the memories of the questions and the parents' reactions blurred across my vision.

I looked down at my phone, thinking of the one person that is at the center of all of this. I picked it up, immediately setting it down afterwards. I couldn't help but debate on whether letting her know about this was a good idea. However, it all centered around her. I let out a deep sigh before texting her.

Do you have a minute? It's important.

I waited for her response while I tried to understand what Tobias's motive was with this. Was he trying to lure Cassie back? Or was this an opportunity for him to relinquish his anger after Cassie left? I wasn't sure. Suddenly, a bubble popped up on my screen, showing that she was responding.

I'm currently at one of the warehouses. I will call you when I get to my office.

Realizing that she was at one of her drug warehouses did not settle well with me. I was madly in love with this girl, but with her involvement in illegal matters, it just did something to me. The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts as I went to shut the door to my office.

"Hey." I greeted softly.

"Hey, what's up?" She said in a calm whisper.

"Why are you whispering?" I questioned, becoming a bit antsy.

"Prying eyes and ears. Just because I'm the boss, doesn't mean I get my portion of privacy." She retorted.

"I see. I figured you were still at my place."

"Duty calls. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked me.

"Oh, yes, right. We've got a situation down here. Apparently a bunch of teen girls went missing a couple of nights ago." I began to explain.

"Okay, so what does that have to do with me?" I sighed deeply before getting into the nitty gritty.

"I remember what you told me about Tobias being involved in human trafficking. I also recall how you were not interested in becoming a part of that."

"Exactly, so why are you asking me about this?"

Her tone was a bit snappy, but considering that she doesn't know why I'm calling her, I let it slide.

"Cassie, all of these girls look just like you, and I don't mean partially. I mean these girls are all spitting images of you." There was nothing but silence on the other end, which made me a bit nervous.

"Cassie?"

"Meet me at your apartment...with the photographs."

With that, the call disconnected, leaving me to ponder what is becoming of this situation.

...

After leaving the precinct to take my "lunch break", I hightailed it to my apartment to wait for Cassie's return. As soon as I parked my car, I jetted for the elevator, wasting no time on waiting for anyone else.

Once the doors opened to my floor, I walked towards my apartment to unlock the door. Upon entering, I found Cassie sitting on the kitchen counter. My eyes traveled up her legs as her thigh high boots outlined the shape of her legs so perfectly. She was decked out in black, other than her tan coat, and my God was she a sight for sore eyes.

"Are you just going to stand there all day and gawk?" She asked with a smug smirk plastered across her face.

"If I could, I would."

I bit down on my lip as I walked to the living room. I heard her hop off of the counter, the heels of her boots clicking against the hardwood floors as she walked to me. She slid off her coat and laid it across the back of the couch.

"Before we start anything, I want to give you something."

She instantly placed both of her hands on either side of my face as her lips crashed into mine delicately. The feeling of her soft lips moving against mine sent shivers up and down my body. I allowed my hands to travel up her thighs, before allowing them to rest on her hips. She pulled away from me slowly before taking a seat next to me,

"Thank you for that." I looked at her with a grin. She returned it with a wink of an eye.

"Show me the photos."

I opened the file containing each of the missing persons reports we received on the children. She pushed up the sleeves of her dress as I placed the photos from each file along the coffee table to allow her a better view of what we were dealing with. She didn't say anything, which made me worry. That is, until I looked at her face to see her eyes wide open. She picked up the photographs slowly, bringing it closer to her.

"Cass?" I placed a hand on her arm as she continued to hold a tight grip on the photos.

"This looks exactly like me when I was fifteen."

She glanced back and forth between me and the photos before she pulled her phone out. She scrolled through what seemed to be a photo album before coming to a stop. On her phone was a picture of her as a teenager. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. How she stayed out of everyone's pathway, I would never know. She seemed happy, but in this photo, her eyes showed a different story. One of solitude and dejection. It was then when I noticed the same characteristics and same look on each of the victims' faces.

"You weren't kidding."

I reviewed each of the photos before she placed the one of her on her phone back on the table. She leaned back into the couch, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"What the fuck does this mean now?" She asked agitatedly.

"I'm not sure, which is why I was hoping you knew." She shook her head.

"I don't even know where to begin with this. What is his point in all of this?" I scratched the back of my head as I began to place my theories.

"Perhaps he is trying to get rid of angst from you turning away from him with this. Maybe this is a way that he can punish you without punishing you directly." She stood up from her space on the couch to pace around the living room.

"I have no idea. I haven't spoken to Tobias since I was a teenager. I don't understand his obsession." I stood up and walked toward her, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"I don't either, Cassie. I wish I had the answers to this. But I can tell you this much, we're going to figure it out."

She cast her eyes to the floor and I wasn't sure why. Although, it became evident when I tilted her head up to see her eyes filled with tears. Though sadness filled them, the fiery glint of anger was smoldering in her beautiful irises.

"Find him before I do."