BANG! A gunshot straight through the eyes. The unlawful crook dropped to the ground, his rifle obliterating as it hit the pavement. Familiar red and blue lights were flashing in the distance. "Ugh, so NOW they're here." I mumbled to myself. I ran to my commander, Jared and tried to inform him about the situation, I just couldn't help myself from getting lost in his deep dark eyes. His jawline chiselled as if Michelangelo had crafted it himself, and his light brown hair getting fondled by the evening breeze. He noticed my loss of words so he just smirked and patted me on the back.
As he was leaving his fingers got caught in a knot in my hair. "Argh! I knew I should've brushed my hair today!" I managed to face palm myself so hard I think I got concussed.
My name is Veronica, I've been a detective in the DSA (Delta Service agency.) for as long as I can remember. I'm 24 years old and live in Washington. What I'm about to tell you is something I've never seen or experienced in my time at the DSA.
YOU ARE READING
The Traffickers
Misterio / SuspensoVeronica was just a normal girl working at the DSA. Well that's what she thought. Until one day she uncovers the most horrid crime she's ever seen.
