Favourite Explosion (Sequel to PAPOM)

Climax.

I had to go back to work today. It had been two full days off and a weekend. I couldn't avoid it anymore. Jaime will probably kill me or get me fired, so I needed to do this. Kellin and I had talked all night, after the wedding. He even came up with the perfect plan to end all of this. God, I love him.

I walked into that office, my head held high. Jaime was instantly on my ass.

"Vic, I need a decision. I don't want to have to do anything to convince you," he said ominously. "I gave you time, you can give me some consideration."

"Jaime, relax. I'm in," I told him. He instantly smiled, making my gut writhe around inside me. I hate this. I hate every second of this.

"Perfect, I'll wire you your cut," he said, speeding off to see Norman.

As soon as he was out of my site, I got to work. I printed off about a hundred pages, burned a CD and highlighted thousands of numbers. Finally, my—well, Kellin's—plan was coming together. I was only missing one thing. I just hoped this was enough.

I acted as casually as possible, strutting towards the Chief's office. As soon as I reached the door my heart started thumping in my chest. I was terrified. I knocked, sinking into my thoughts as I did. This could go in so many directions. The door opened, revealing the Chief's face and making me jump.

"Fuentes, I said come in. Did you not hear me?" he asked. I looked around, shuffling inside and shaking my head.

"No, Sir sorry."

"No worries," he said, taking his seat. "What can I do for my favourite constable?"

I blushed at the compliment, my mind unsure of where to focus. I pulled out the first of the papers and scattered them in front of him, earning a confused glance.

"Recently I've stumbled upon some inconsistencies."

"Oh?" he asked, intrigued. I point to a few of the numbers, one set from the collected onsite-filings and another from our reports.

"The numbers don't seem to match. In each of these cases, a sum of the findings went missing."

"How did you put this together?" he asked, surprising me with the question. That's what he's curious about?

"I noticed it with my recent arms dealership case. Detective Preciado had mentioned something on scene and when I checked it over, there was money missing. I then searched through all of Preciado's cases and found these as well."

"That's thorough work, Fuentes."

"Thank you, Sir."

"So you presume Preciado is a part this?"

"I do, Sir."

"That's a pretty serious allegation. Do you have any proof of the cuts going into his account?"

"He did tell me he wires the cuts, unfortunately, I don't have high enough clearance to get his bank files."

"I do," he points out.

"That's why I'm here, Sir," I told him.

"I can take it from here, Fuentes. Thanks for bringing this to my attention."

That's it? I wondered. He's just kicking me off of this? I couldn't seem to get up and he looked at me expectantly.

"Right," I said, standing and turning to the door.

"Keep up the great work!" he said, closing the door behind me.

I walked in some kind of a haze, the corners of my vision curving into a perfect circle. I stumbled to my desk, struggling to think coherently. My mind retreated, dissociating and my limbs went limp as my body collapsed.