Undercover Cops

Chapter 40

Selena's POV

As soon as I received Nick's message, I did a sign to Joe and we both sneaked into the house as quietly as possible. I looked right and left to make sure nobody was watching us, and from what I've seen, everything seemed normal.

The Castle contained way more labyrinths than I thought it would, and I wondered how will we find Beatrice's room. We didn't have a lot of time; exactly one hour to save the little girl, and that was only if we were lucky.

The first step for my task was to find the computer room so that I could direct the right path to Joe. Meanwhile, he will try to find the researched room, even though I doubt his success. Not to be rude, but no one could find the victim by chance in less than an hour.

I decided to search upstairs first since it was the most plausible location of electronic machines. There were at least six floors, so I had a lot of trouble to chose the right one.

"Did you find it?" Inquired Joe desperately from the earpiece. "I really need your help. I think I'm lost in the second or third floor."

"Already?!" I whisper-yelled from the earpiece. "Joe... listen... just try to look around and continue your search. When I'll find the computer, I will be able to locate you."

He didn't answer, but I knew he was obeying my words. I didn't abandon either. I opened every room of the first five floors and was about to head to the last floor, but my eyes suddenly caught a small closet hid in between the stairs and the first room. A little suspicious, I opened it and instantly saw what I wanted.

Without making any exclamation even though I was laughing of relief in my heart, I took hold of the computer and hacked it without any problem. The code was fairly easy; it took me only a few tries. Nevertheless, I was surprised that he chose Taylor; after all, he might have felt something for her during their childhood years. Cliche.

"Joe, I got it," I said in my earpiece. I opened all the cameras and searched for any trace of a human. I immediately saw Joe who stopped on the stairs, and Beatrice who was locked in one of the underground rooms. I tried to avoid inspecting her attire, but I couldn't help but make a grimace of disgust. The poor girl seemed absolutely abused, kicked, starved and half-dead. Her expression lost every glow we saw in her old pictures. "Joe, you have to walk down the stairs until the last floor and find the room 89. She's there and she seems...- just please hurry up."

"I will," promised my partner, and I observed the cameras to direct him.

I then glanced at Nick, who was guarding up the entree with hawk eyes and an intense expression. Everything was going perfectly; we were on time, almost there, and Zac's men were still locked.

I only hoped that it was the same for Demi.

Demi's POV

A sickening, wretched and desolate place.

I trotted in the dark alleys of the miserable neighborhood and wondered if any gang dwelled there. It truly seemed suspicious; everything about that area. It looked like a place where a lot of criminal affairs would go on, and a lot of illegal things happen. But that was no big surprise since Zac was meeting a drug dealer here.

Jumping on fences and avoiding walls, I made it to the smelly building where Zac and the drug dealer were supposed to be. Well, if you could call it a building... It looked more like a dirty hole full of hookers and druggies instead of a livable residence. Nevertheless, I didn't expect less from those criminals. Murderers.

I shivered when I thought of Zachary. The serial killer we searched for since a week was now so close. More I knew about him, more it disgusted me. I couldn't believe that animal was a few meters from me. Taking a metallic object out of my boot, I put it in my ear and sneaked inside as soon as I made sure no curious pair of eyes was watching me. The object ameliorated my hearing sense by two or three times, and I didn't even need to be close to the room to hear them talking. With all the precaution in the world, I hid in the first locker I saw and carefully listened to their voices.