Sitting on a Monday night looking on the mug shots of Jonathan Kovitch one of the most deadly gun for hired in his era, his tall well build man with a face of an angel and as I stare on his dark green eyes I can tell emotions is the only thing he can’t possess,
“” Sarge!! Its 12 o'clock on the dot!! You know the captain wont pay our asses over time you know???! ””
that’s what ken yells before he exits on the office
“” I'll be right behind you “”
I yelled back. As I looked back at the mug shots and I view his past records he didn’t exist until 5 years ago
“” who is he? ””
that’s the question kept buggin on my head we have video surveillance on him but he keep on changing characters, he don’t use credit card only cash, one moment you see he blow up a building then he will be gone like a wind the next thing you know he’s working on a big Mob as personal right hand.
“”ah! He is impossible !””
I grit my teeth in frustration I closed my folders and turned off my desk lamp and went home. While walking on the lobby I notice a cop on uniform he walks with head down but greeted me as we walk pass each other I didn’t mind it and went home. On the next day while I’m driving I stopped as soon as I saw people and reporters having coverage on our station. I prepared my gun and slowly walks out from my car, I saw medic’s pulling out a dead body I signaled them to stop as I uncover who died , its was Captain Stanley Write. The CSI went towards me and ask me questions on the day he died , they told me the captain died in almost 8 hours ago. Well is 8:30 am on my watch so he was killed in between 12 to 1 am , a flash back hits on my face and remembered a cop who went inside around that time .
“”wait we also got a spade card at the back of his head sir””
the CSI said. My eyes widened in disbelief
“”that style!!!””
I yelled ,
“”its JonathanKovitch””
I run inside the station and saw the bloody walls , I read what’s written on it (DO NOT FOLLOW ME SARGE I KNOW WHERE YOUR FAMILY IS ) and I know from that instant my family is in great danger , my phone rings and I answered it .
“”daddy!!!””
my 7 year old daughter screams
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
