The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 42

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Zenith ran a hand through his hair in distress.

The one time he decided to get back into the field, and everything was already going to shits.

"I can't believe he would do that," he muttered, still reeling from what Doug had told him about his brother.

It was stupid, reckless, and infuriating in that way only his brother managed to be, and the moment he saw him again, Zenith vowed to absolutely give him shit for it.

He paced the length of his office, black boots thudding against brown floorboards. Files lay scattered across his desk, briefing packets, mission outlines, the original selections roster- which Zayden manipulated his way into.

Bloody asshole.

Poor Doug was a victim.

And all because Zayden wanted to play the charming hero to his damsel in distress.

As much as he was pissed with the entire ordeal, the thought of his brother being surrounded by all those criminals set a very unsettling feeling in his chest. He prayed above all things, that everything went smoothly for his brother and he didn't find himself in a compromised position in the middle of those blood-thirsty criminals.

Zenith squeezed his eyes shut as an exhausted sigh left his lips. The amount of people he had working on this Shane Mason case was already stretched very thin, and now one of his most capable assets- unofficially, at least- was out in the field under false pretense with that annoying FBI agent and cover identities that weren't vetted.

And worse than that? The fool had lied, straight to Zenith's face.

A sharp knock broke through his spiraling thoughts, making him snap his head in the direction of the door, slightly startled.

Doug poked his head inside, his expression tired, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes barely there. "How is he doing so far?"

Zenith nodded towards his computer, where he was tracking Zayden's every move, "doing better than I expected, we have a team downstairs tracking him as well and listening in on all of his conversations."

"Little piece of shit stole my one chance to be an aura farming hero," Doug grumbled, fully entering the room.

"What?"

Doug waved a hand, "don't worry about it old man."

"I'm not ol-"

"So, where do we go from here?"

Zenith rounded his table and sat down in front of his computer, putting on a pair of glasses.

Doug snorted, watching the chief detective squint through his glasses at the screen like the old man he was refusing to be.

"Last night, we followed them to what the criminals call "home base" after their meeting with that Devereux guy, it's a mansion on the outskirts of the city, deep in the woods. They haven't moved since last night and nothing too interesting has happened. But now we know where they're hiding, we just need confirmation that Loriatte and Shane are both alive and in the building, and who that boss is so we can go in and shut everything down. For now, we have men on standby surrounding the mansion if anything goes left."

Doug nodded, "good. Does intelligence know he wasn't the intended operative?"

Zenith scratched the back of his neck, "they know now, and they're pissed. Which is exactly what I needed," he rolled his eyes, tone full of sarcasm.