I was sitting in Samantha's car at a rest stop on the way to Riverside. We bought lunch at the gas station, and while we ate, the car was eerily quiet, but Samantha's face showed she had about a million questions to ask me.
"Will you finally tell me what the hell is going on?" she blurted out, for the first time forgoing all decency and politeness towards me.
"It's complicated," I replied. "but I will tell you simply. You are the only one I trust who can help me solve this case," I said honestly.
"That's... nice, but," uncertainly.
"None but. I need your help. Now I'm asking you for it. It's easy. You help me, and I will help you. Wouldn't it be nice to solve the whole case all by myself," I suggested to her.
"And... but, I..."
"Please... Samantha, you have to help me. You know how it will help your career when you solve a case with investigators gnashing their teeth for over five years. It kicks you up a notch. You will no longer be seen as an inexperienced student playing an FBI agent. You will be a real FBI agent. Listen to how it sounds. Special Agent Samantha Finlay.'
Ultimately, I only had to convince her for a short time. The idea of promotion, success, and respect was more substantial than all the rules and regulations. As soon as we arrived, we went to Riverside with all the details of the case, which the agent had provided, and together, we threw ourselves entirely into the completion and, thus, the case resolution.
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My Life with Death
Mystery / ThrillerFor all my life, I was always working with death. Previously, I negotiated justice for creatures that died out millions of years ago and afterward also for humans - victims of brutal crimes nowadays. But one human I couldn't help. And the person was...
