Keep You Safe

It's all about trust

– You could start out by telling me your real name. – he gave me a look.

– That's- – I hesitated. – That's my real name.

– Here, I'll explain to you how it's done: you tell me everything I need to know in order to do my job and then I will help you. It's all about trust.

– Well, I clearly don't trust you, Mr. Kaulitz.

– Call me Tom. And if you don't trust me, then I'm afraid you're in the wrong office. – he said. I sighed as I gave up.

– Hailey Anderson. – I finally told him. He suddenly had a strange expression across his face.

– You are Hailey Anderson? – he sounded surprised.

– Y-yeah. – I nodded.

– As in the daughter of Frederic Anderson? – he asked and I frowned. How on Earth did he know my father?

– I shouldn't have come here. – I got up in a rush, afraid I had just blown my cover to one of my father's enemies.

– No, wait! – he got up and ran after me. He grabbed my arm, preventing me from taking another step towards the door. – I knew your father. He was our client for many years. – he told me. I turned to face him.

– Can you prove it? – I asked him and he nodded.

– Sure. – he walked back to his desk and I followed him.

I watched as he typed my father's name on his laptop and a whole file of Kaulitz Security & Investigations with information on my father's life appeared. My eyes started watering as I sat back on my chair.

– I'm sorry for your loss. – he said and I nodded as I tried to hold back my tears. – He was a good man.

– Yes, he was. But that's what got him killed. – I said as I wiped some tears that managed to escape my eyes.

– What do you know about his death? – he asked, interested.

– Everything. – I told him. – Or, as much as I've been told.

– Here. – he handed me a box of tissues.

– Please don't tell me you have this purposely for your clients. – I asked as I grabbed a tissue.

– As a matter of fact I do. A lot of them are desperate. – he said, giving me a warm smile. I guessed he could be nice after all.

– Well, thanks.

– Any time. Now tell me everything you know so I can help you. – he said and I nodded.

– My father was murdered, as you might already know.

– Yes, during a robbery.

– It wasn't a robbery. – I shook my head.

– Well, that's the police statement. – he said.

– That statement is wrong. My father believed they had a corrupt cop inside the police department. That's probably how they got that statement.

– Who are "they"? – he looked confused.

– My father owned 40 percent of a company called "Oceanic Transport" alongside William Hall who owned 60 percent. The company transports seafood between America and Europe.

– I'm aware. – he nodded.

– With my father's death, William wanted my mother to sell him my father's part of the business but she refused. Before my father died, he told me and my mom he had proof that William Hall was using the company to hide his drug trafficking business. He told us William's employees would hide the drugs in the trunks and under the boats for them to get to Europe. My father also told us he confronted William about it. One week later, that is, six months ago, my father was murdered in his own house.