The DA's Daughter

Chapter Two

Determined, quick steps could be heard echoing through the nearly empty bank. They slowed as the gentleman took a turn around the counter and finally stopping just inside the entrance of an opened vault.

"Hello sir." Greeted a uniformed police officer, noticing his arrival.

"What can you guys tell me?" He asked, looking around the room. It appeared ransacked, papers, jewellery and the boxes that contained these items were strewn everywhere.

"From what we are gathering, they only wanted something in this particular vault. It's just safety deposit boxes and we are still sifting through the contents and trying to put the puzzle back together." Informed a suited man.

"No money is missing?"

"None that we can tell. This was the only vault that was accessed. Also, from speaking with the employees earlier, only the manager and the owner of the boxes would know of the contents."

"There isn't some kind of inventory?"

"Not of the contents but of who owns what. Unfortunately, it looks as if several have been deleted from system as well as the burned remains of paper copies. I'm pretty sure they did it to more than just the ones they stole from, just to throw us off."

  "Where's the manager?"

"Gone with the coroner along with the two security guards." He informed the older gentleman.

"I see." He pinched the bridge of his nose as if in thought. Nobody in the vault spoke, unsure if he was going to say anything more. Sighing deeply, he looked up at them once again.

"Uhh... Commissioner, we need you to come with us." Asked an officer from outside the room, interrupting the silence that had settled.

"Coming." He said, glancing over his shoulder. "Try to hurry and figure out what security boxes were the target and if at all possible, what was inside them. It's clearly important to these guys. It should help us figure out who we are dealing with exactly." With the orders given, he turned and walked outside, following the officer to a room that was filled to capacity by only three officers. They were all standing, hutched over about half a dozen tiny televisions. It was the surveillance room, if you could even call it a room. In his opinion, it was a closet.  

"Clear out, I need to show the commissioner what we got here!" Announced the man, the other officers quickly dispersing. "Alright, here we have them exiting their vehicle, we are already running the plate number and if the plumbing company on the side has any significance. Alright, here is when they enter, the guards being shot at point blank. They covered all the offices it seemed. There's the manager being lead to the back of the vault. The cameras don't allow us to see inside so we can't see what exactly was stolen. Whatever it was, it wasn't very big. Then there's the erasing of the system data, burning of the papers and then they round out again, grabbing some hostages." Explained the officer.

"Was there anything going on out front while that was going on?" He asked, pointing to another camera that was paused.

"Yeah, there was a child coming from the bathroom and that young lady seemed to be yelling at the guy to leave the kid alone, or at least that's what we are going assume." The commissioner rolled his eyes, hating assumptions.

"Was it his mother?"        

"No sir. You can see the boy be brought to his mother..." He was about to continued when the commissioner held his hand up.

"Is there another view of this?"

"No sir. We have tried every single camera angle they have. We can't see her face and out of all the hostages, she's the only one who is unknown."

"She looks familiar... Feels like I know who she is." He said, thinking hard on the matter, only to be interrupted.

"Commissioner! We, ah, we have a problem." Another officer joined the closet, holding a purse.

"What is it Jonathan?" He asked recognizing the voice of his son. He didn't bother facing him, just kept concentrating on the screen as the scene unfolded in front of him for the second time.

"We found this out in front of one of the tellers." He handed the wallet over to the commissioner who sighed unhappily as he looked at the driver's license.

"What is it sir?" Asked the other officer.

"We now know who that woman is." He said, turning the wallet around for the officer to see the license as well.

"Shit!" He exclaimed. The commissioner nodded his head, handing the wallet back to Jonathan, who appeared just as displeased by the information they had discovered.

"Shit is right."