The Cravers

17. Break-In

Kingsley's POV

I threw the folders on the table. I didn't know what this feeling was. Disappointment?

"I don't think its the way it looks." Matt paced around. The irritation in his voice was evident. And I knew he wasn't believing a word I said. "There is no way."

Bat slouched further in his chair. "I agree with Kingsley. We can't trust her. She doesn't know us. Hell, I've never worked with her before either. I didn't know she was a Detector."

Matt threw a sarcastic laugh. "Right, and that makes her suspicious."

"Why are you defending her?" I asked. Was Matt crushing on her? The thought of that made my skin burn. And my anger bubbled.

"No, I know when a person is innocent. It's in her eyes."

"Well, a lot can be hidden behind the eyes, Matt." Bat retorted. "Plus, she's actually intense. Very intense." He scratched his head. "In a scary way."

Call me an ass, but I liked that. I liked her intensity; it made her mysterious. 

"Shut up, Bruce." Matt snapped.

My mind was full of needles, pinching, sticking and hurting deeper into my brain. My thoughts were numb to any emotions or logic. I couldn't know what I would believe anymore. And even though I wanted to rule it out, I couldn't simply erase her name out of the list.

"You're quiet." Bat noted. "Scott." He called my attention.

I sighed. "Come here guys. I have to show you something."

The guys approached the computer hesitantly. I turned the screen towards them. If my words couldn't convince them, a recording would. 

They fixed their eyes at the screen, waitingly.

And I played the video.

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Diana's POV

I put on my black leather gloves, fixed a fedora on my head, put on my Fendi glasses on. 

I was going to get my hand on that dagger. No matter the cost.

I walked out as discrete as possible, making sure I was out of sight. The New York breeze blew on my face, tasting bitter and chill.

It shouldn't have been hard, the New York scene never sleeped but that didn't mean people stopped watching. I felt watched. I felt anxious.

I hopped onto the taxi, giving him the address. "Hello, sir. Can you take me to this address?"

He took the paper, read it. "Shouldn't be a long drive." He looked at me oddly, trying to decipher my face under all the disguise. "We'll head straight then."

I nodded, clutching my hands together. I didn't try to let the jitters get to me but my anxiety spiked. I haven't done anything like this before and it irked me. It will be okay, I tried to tell myself. I can prove him wrong, I coaxed. 

The evidence were located a little farther from the Coven House under massive security. The Department of Security. 

 I know I shouldn't be going there without authorization especially without the authorization of the Captain of the team but it was because of him I had to go. I couldn't let him be in control. I could get into trouble. Really big trouble.

I embraced my fears and swallowed them. I just had to.

The taxi took a turn and I saw the tall building emerge into view. I saw the security guards in their taunting sunglasses and black attire. Their eyes, which I couldn't see felt like they were on guard and watching---everything.