Lies And Their Side Effects.

Chapter 1

A shot rang off. that's it. One shot. One shot was all it took to show someone has died.two,three even four would make a possibility of no-one being hurt. Hell, it could've been an accidental discharge, but that's never the case for detective constable  Nick Edson. Nick got out of bed and checked his phone, Which was charging on his dresser. 3 o'clock in the morning. "Jesus." He said, rubbing his eyes. He looked outside at the quiet street below his third floor apartment. Not a soul wandering the street. He paused briefly to stare at the beautiful sunset, then paused. Sunsets don't start at three in the morning. "Shit." Nick said,realizing his phone reset again, thinking it was supposed to read the time two hours behind him. Grabbing his work attire, he quickly changed, stopping only to get a cup of coffee as he sprinted to the door and out to his Toyota Corolla. He turned the engine three times before it purred to life. Nick sighed. He should get that fixed, but he doesn't have the money for a mechanic or the time to do it himself. He shifts into reverse and leaves the lot as he gets to work.
    Turning onto Carson Street, he slaps the steering wheel. Being late never gave him perks at work. The boss was already mad at him when he showed up late twice before that week. Getting fired was the least of his worries, though. There was a strange black car constantly around. It had different plates almost every time, but the same scratch on the side. A black Cadillac Escalade SXT. Nick adjusts his rearview mirror. A dark form turns a corner. He adjusts a bit more. Sure enough  there's the Caddy. Nick quickly jots down in his memory the drivers face. White, shades, crew cut, buff. He laughs silently. If someone is trying to kill him, a bouncer is completely the wrong sort of person. You want someone to take his surprise. A big goon in a Cadillac isn't going to fool anyone. Nick fakes a phone call and pulls over. The Cadillac slows, turns into a nearby alley and stops.
Reaching into the glove box, Nick pulls out a pistol. An M1911 handgun, semi auto. Putting it in his back waist, he gets out of the car and marches quickly and quietly toward the SUV. The driver started reversing, most likely thinking by now Nick was done his call. Nick pulls his gun up and aims it at him. "Get out, genius. No quick moves or your head gives the leather seats a nice paint job." The man puts up his hands and silently gets out. "Who are you?" The Driver is silent. "Who the hell are you?!" Nick asks louder.
"You know us, Mister Edson." Nick spins around, and is met with the heavy side of an aluminium bat to the side of the head. A tall, leering figure in a suit looks down at him, smiling. "The name is Michael deSanta, Mister Edson. And you are now at my mercy." The smile widens.