Okay, I can't get over the fact that my mom was dating her ex-husbands brother. Isn't that supposed to be like weird? Well at least I think it's weird. But, I don't give a fuck. I need to find this coward and kill him. Yeah, I will probably get arrested, but it's worth it. I'd rather have the satisfaction that I was able to kill the man who killed my mother and go to jail, then have him running around killing more people.
I walked into the police station with Daniel and went to the front desk. "Hello. I was wondering if I could speak with Richard Jones?" I asked.
Rick got transferred to Los Angeles because of the case and that I lived here. He didn't want me to stay in ND nor keep flying back and forth, so he moved here with his family.
"Yes ma'am. He is in his office. Take a right, and it's the first door on the left." She smiled at us.
We walked to his office. "May I shut the door?" I asked. "Yeah that's fine." He answered. "What's up?" he asked.
"I was wondering if Daniel and I could team up with LAPD (Los Angeles Police Department) and I could go undercover and scope out Bradley Green, the killer of my mother." I said.
"I'm not sure if we'd be allowed to do that. We would have to talk to the Sheriff about that." he said as he started getting up. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To go talk to the Sheriff, Hallie that's a good idea honestly." he smiled.
We walked down to the sheriffs office and talked to him about it. He said it was fine but he would have to give us weapons, bullet proof vests, etc.
"Where will we keep everything?" Daniel asked.
"I was thinking we could build you a nice house in a nice neighborhood, windows bullet proof, high tech alarm system, you know, all that stuff." Sheriff chuckled.
"Oh my gosh that would be great!!" We both smiled at each other. That meant we'd be living together. Two best friends living in a nice house is gonna be fun as hell.
"Well, let's get this shit done!" Sheriff said putting on his coat. We all laughed.
*1 week later*
Daniel POV
We had finally chosen where our house was going to be built, and it was in a nice, small, gated community with only maybe 20 houses at most. It was very small. As I have heard, the people in this neighborhood are the people who have been retired marines, police officers, and some undercover authorities. I guess you could say we were pretty protected.
The framing of the house was already done. I know it's unusual, for a home in Los Angeles, to have a basement. But, the only reason we have one is because that is gonna be the area we plan in. There will of course be soundproof walls, and a bookshelf that will open into an extra room.
This home was gonna be full on, spy shit. I felt hella bad ass knowing I was gonna be living here. We were gonna be getting paid a lot too. I mean, I might not even have to go to work anymore.
Oh shit. My singing career? What am I going to do? What about DigiTour? What about my family? I need to figure some things out.
My singing career, I can still post videos on social media. I just kinda gotta hide where I am so no one can see. Especially if Bradley were to see it.
DigiTour? I can cancel. I mean, while the house is being built, I can still go on tour, but once it's done, I gotta cancel dates. I don't know how long this will take. It could take the whole summer which would be great because then I wouldn't miss any tour dates.
Family? I need to go and see them. Hell, I gotta move my furniture out.
Oh my god. Bay Area DigiFest is next week. That's the day Hallie performs. I think she forgot. I don't even know what song she is singing.
