Unlovable

Chapter 15

"So can you get into it?" Harold asked Chicago Police rookie Eli Jackson.

Eli had gotten his masters in Criminal Investigations and Technology a year earlier, and was damn good at what he knew. Harold knew that, and figured he was the best man for this particular job. Eli punched a few keys on Darcie's PC, bringing up a page of numbers and codes.

"Well," Eli began "It's going to take some time if you want me to be thorough. I'll have to hack into her email, run a master spy ware to get into her personal or password protected files, and it takes time to get through to the web history, too."

"How long?" Harold asked standing over his shoulder.

Eli shrugged.

"Day and a half? Two at the most."

He continued to type codes into the computer.

"Heard about the press conference. You're going to tell everyone she was abducted?"

Harold scowled at him.

"You're the only one who knows any different. And it damn well better stay that way. If you value you're position on the force you'll keep your damn mouth shut."

Eli gritted his teeth. He really hated Kincaid. He was an arrogant son of a bitch. From what he heard around the station, he always had been. It was no wonder his wife left him. Poor lady knew exactly what kind of man he was, she just happened to find out too late. If it weren't for his wife and two sons at home, he would tell Harold to get fucked.

It was not his job to track a possibly battered, fully grown and fully aware, woman. But Eli had a life plan. He wanted to make a difference in the world. He planned on working his way up on the force. If he wanted to do that, he had to take orders from Kincaid, whether he liked it or not. It didn't matter how much he despised him.

"Well, good luck with everything, Sir."

Eli commented, feeling more than a little guilty for helping him find a woman who obviously didn't want to be found.

"I don't need luck, Jackson. I need you to do your fucking job."

Harold walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Eli flipped off the closed door and took a deep breath before continuing his work. He knew it took patience, but eventually he would find the answers. He always did.

It was just too bad for Darcie that he was so good at his job.