The Perfect Scam

Chapter I

Daisy sat at her desk, completely absorbed in the file before her.

The Chameleon, a name that sent shivers down her spine. She had always been interested by his ability to easily transform himself into anyone he desired. The file contained countless accounts of his schemes, each one more disgusting than the last.

As she read through the case details, Daisy couldn't help but admire his cunning and audacity, even if it repulsed her at the same time.

Daisy's heart raced as she found an important detail buried within the file. The Chameleon was not just a master manipulator and con artist; he was also a cold-blooded killer responsible for the multiple deaths of the people he scammed. The gravity of the situation hit her. He was no usual con artist. She refused to let any more lives be destroyed by his actions.

Daisy longed for recognition within the ranks of the FBI.

She had always felt like a shadow, battling against prejudice and skepticism from her colleagues. Now, with the opportunity to capture the infamous Chameleon, she saw it as her chance to prove her worth. This case held the key to solidifying her reputation as a skilled and fearless agent who could outsmart even the most elusive criminals.

Lost in thought, Daisy almost missed the knock on her office door. She looked up to see her partner, Agent Richards, standing there with a serious expression on his face.

"We've got a lead on the Chameleon," Richards said, his voice low. "He's been spotted in New York City, using a new name." He placed a file with pictures on Daisy's desk. "Carlton Banks," Richards said, flipping the file open to reveal a grainy black-and-white photo of a man with a charming smile. "Real estate tycoon."

Daisy furrowed her brows as she studied the photo of Carlton Banks.

There was something about his charming smile that didn't quite strike her as the master of disguise.

She compared the photograph to the sketches and profiles in her case file, seeking any resemblance or hints of deception.

"He doesn't look like much of a chameleon," she muttered, comparing the photograph to the sketches and profiles in her case file.

"That's the point," Richards retorted, leaning against her desk. His normally calm face was drawn into a stern frown, his eyes filled with grim certainty. "He's slippery and difficult. The more ordinary he appears, the easier it is for him to blend in."

A bitter laugh escaped Daisy's lips as she leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her tired eyes. "You'd think someone like that would want to live indistinctly, not flaunting wealth in real estate."

"Perhaps he enjoys the thrill," Richards suggested. "Or perhaps he's become overconfident."

"Alright," she said finally, pushing away from her desk and standing up. "Let's book a flight to New York then."

"No, you're going to book a flight to New York. Catching this guy is getting more difficult. Going undercover might be our best chance." Richards corrected.

Daisy glared at Richards with confusion. "You want me to make a new identity? Is that what you're telling me?"

Richards nodded. "You can be a rich heiress. Chameleon's preferred target. I already made you a fake ID and papers." Richards placed a bunch of papers on Daisy's desk. "Myriam Christine. Remember that."

Daisy picked up the papers, her brows knitting together as she examined the details of her new identity.

"Myriam Christine," she muttered under her breath as if testing out the name for size. A rich heiress-now, that was a role she had never played before.

"Why can't you do it?" Daisy challenged, looking up at Richards with a questioning gaze.

He shrugged, an awkward smile playing on his lips. "Well, Daisy... I don't quite have the allure for seducing wealthy con artists. And I am not into guys."

A laugh escaped Daisy's lips again - this time genuine. "And you think I do?"

The question hung in the air for a moment before Richards responded, his gaze softening.

"You're smart and intuitive, and no one knows this case better than you do," he said sincerely.

Daisy fell silent as she processed Richards' words. There was something in his sincerity that stirred a feeling of gratitude within her. She nodded slowly, accepting the task.

"It's just... it's not something I ever imagined myself doing. Living a life so different from my own. But if it helps us catch him..."

Richards gave an approving nod and headed towards the door. As he reached for the handle, he paused and turned back to Daisy.

"Remember Daisy", he said earnestly, "We're dealing with a con artist and murderer here. Stay cautious always."

"I always am," Daisy replied. And then she added quietly to herself as she watched Richards leave her office, "I've been trained my whole life for this."

She picked up the photo of Carlton Banks once more, staring at those deceivingly charming features of his.

She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. Catching the Chameleon wasn't just about proving herself or earning that promotion.

It was personal.

She was going to make him pay for all those lives he had ruined.