SHUT DOWN | JENLISA

12

Lisa

"Here's my gun and badge."

"Detective Manoban." He looked between the gun and badge, then back up to me a few times. He was blinking rapidly as if confused and shocked that I actually was doing this.

I silenced him with my hand. "I can't be this detective, this amazing cop. Not when I know the person responsible for Jackson's death is out there alive. I became a cop because I believe in justice, in right and wrong, and I took an oath. I won't be honouring it if I stay here any longer."

"You do know that anything you do or plan to do, I can't protect you from it, right? Lisa, look at me. If you do anything, I won't be able to help you. You won't be a cop anymore. You'd be a regular citizen."

"I know what I'm doing, and I've accepted my fate. Goodbye, Captain Park."

I ducked my head politely and respectfully, then walked out with a box of all the stuff I had on my desk. I didn't need a badge to find her, be near her, and force her into a trap. I was a decorated officer with a high IQ, I was skilled and was easy on the eye, so I could definitely seduce her into trusting me.

The first step was to redo my entire research on her. I wanted to find out everything about her and force her to trust me. Then the rest would be easy, she'd be in my grasp, and I'd bring her to justice.

As public as this woman was, and as many social media outlets that had her face plastered, this woman led a very private life. I had run a background check on her, and all the files were here in front of me. Her parents were killed in a home invasion when she was eleven years old.

She was a single child and stayed with her uncle from her father's side until she was eighteen. After eighteen was when it got a bit trickier to track her. She didn't have credit cards or even a credit score. She didn't enrol in any university or college.

She did have a few misdemeanours like petty theft, breaking and entering, and assault, but nothing too drastic and nothing that wasn't dropped in the end. Her bank accounts were non-existent until six years ago when the club I assumed she used to dance at, was transferred to her. It went from one owner to another in just one day, and it was like a domino effect.

Her businesses grew, the money in her bank account increased, her face was everywhere, and Jennie Kim was suddenly someone of importance. It didn't say who transferred the ownership, and even though there was an evident paper trail, it didn't lead back to anything.

I didn't know if she still danced in her clubs or if she monitored them well. That was something I'd be learning over the next few weeks as I monitored her movements. The first thing I noticed when I looked in the mirror was that I desperately needed a haircut.

I had my mother's dirty blonde hair, and I usually kept it clean and trimmed, but lately, it reached the tops of my shoulders. I also shared her eccentric blue eyes, and it was something I treasured having.

My mother is the sweetest woman alive, and I love and care for her very much. She and my father were still back in Oregon, where I used to work before I got transferred to New York. I visited them as much as I can, especially on holidays but I have been too busy with work lately to return any of their phone calls.

My younger sister, Rosé, messages me updates of them every now and then, but I barely open her messages as well. I didn't want to stand out in the club that I was heading to now, so I tossed a grey beanie on to hide the dishevelled look that I was sporting.

It was pretty chilly outside, so I dressed accordingly. I slipped into some jeans, a black sweater, and a hoodie right on top. I didn't know what people wore to clubs since I wasn't an avid clubber, but I'm pretty sure comfort was the best choice. I got in my car and drove down to the first club on my list.

Jennie Ruby Jane Kim, I'm coming to shut you down and bring you to justice.