Chapter 1

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Stepping into the station the smell of drugs and smoke flood my nose as I walk in. Who knew the Bronx had so much crime.

"Rico captain needs you in the debriefing room." A detective I haven't cared to of known tells me.

"Tell Captain Kimura I'll be there in 5." I tell the detective.

He turns and walks away towards the debriefing room leaving me to unpack at my desk.

"God I really need to learn my coworkers names." I muttered rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Once I settle in I head to the debriefing room. "Heard you needed to see me." I say taking a seat.

"You're late Santiago." Captain Kimura says eyeing me up and down judging. "Sorry sir."

Not my fault he's a single old man with a beer belly, and I'm a strapping young man with shit to handle in the morning.

"Santiago I know you've been waiting for a new case and you will like this one. You'll even be undercover." He then throws a case folder on the table.

Will? I will like this case?

Bastard.

"We've had detectives stake out this butcher shop for weeks. There have been people that go in and within the hour their bodies are reported dead. You're going to get a job there and gather as much evidence as possible so we can arrest whoever is behind the killings."

Possible serial killer or killers, great.

I open the folder and examine the photos. "I've been to this place one or twice, seems like your regular run of the mill butcher shop Captain."

God I want a cigarette so bad right now.

I put the folder down on the table. "Do I have a say in this Captain?"

"Well if you want to get paid then yes you will take this case." Captain Kimura says sternly.

"Looks like I'm going undercover." I say getting out of my seat.

Fuck you Captain Blake Kimura

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