Cotton Panties

Chapter 4 - Wrinkled Sheets

"Damn it!" I curse as the call gets disconnected again. "Donuts again! This guy loves Donuts!" I yell at Sam as he scowls at the recorder.

We were in the headquarters trying to trace down Mike but all he does is ask for coffee or order a pizza or Donuts! Freaking Donuts! The guy won't talk for more than one minute so we can track his cell phone down. And damn it's irritating. (Okay I don't really know how long a person is supposed to talk so that someone can track down the location of his/her cell phone so one minute it is.)

"This is going nowhere, man. We need some kind of lead to get to this bastard!"

And I couldn't agree more. It's been three weeks since this whole thing started. Our boss gave us this file to track down this drug lord and we did track him down only to realize that he was a fucking setup. The bastard won't open his mouth and tell us who the real drug lord is so we just locked him up but even after torturing him to no end he won't open his damn mouth!

All he says is that the drug lord is a powerful man and even if we track him down and arrest him the supply of drugs won't stop.

After investigating a lot we found out that a bunch of college professors were caught selling drugs to college and even high school students a few months ago but the police reports were completely destroyed and no one knows what happened to those professors or students. After that many other small reports were found. Drugs were sold by local shopkeepers, teachers, doctors even the Police! But no arrests were reported.

That only meant one thing. They were purposefully destroyed. Of course with the help of the police and a few connections, it was possible. After further investigation, we found out that College and the hospital's main sponsor and co-founder was none other than Mike Johnson.

That made him our number one suspect. And as soon as I and Sam took this project in hand, Mike went MIA. We did track him down eventually. But arresting him won't do us any good. We need all the information about all those dealers and of course, we need to find out whether Mike is the real drug lord or not. But the trackers lost him when I met June in the club. He vanished like thin air. We finally got hold of his cell phone but we couldn't track him down.

"What about June? She was going to marry this douchebag! She must know something or she must be the one helping him in some way."

June. 

That one name sent a thousand thoughts flying through my head. When I first saw her, on her wedding day sitting in a bar nursing a glass of gin and tonic, I really thought that she was helping him. I mean what bride runs away from her wedding after being dumped and goes to a bar?

"Most girls would be hiding someplace where people won't judge them. If she has the courage to walk through a bar wearing that white dress and no wedding ring or a groom by her side then she must be a helper or a partner." That's what Jessica, another agent at the agency, said when I told her about this case. And I wanted to believe her. But there was just something about her that didn't strike me as a helper or a partner.

"I don't know man," I told Sam. "She doesn't strike me as a criminal. She has this innocence in her and its ju-"

"Hey, you know dealers. They can act better than the actors. That girl was with that guy for 3 years. She's gotta know something!"

"Yeah, I guess. We'll know for sure by today."

"Today? What's gonna happen today?"

"I'm taking her on a date. And by the end of the date if she doesn't leave any clue then I'm threatening it out of her."

"Are you sure? What if Mike knows about that?"

"Sam we've been following and listening to both of their phone conversations. Not once have they tried contacting each other. Plus after rummaging through June's file and everything all we came up with was a few parking tickets and a case of robbery which doesn't even count as robbery okay? If June is a criminal she is gonna leave a sign or make a mistake. All criminals do."