After all that, I "graduated" training school. I got everything I needed and became what I wanted to be: a Police Detective. That's where everything went down hill. Let me tell you about a certain time my dad and I were in Seattle and I overheard an interesting conversation between my dad and Sheriff Gorden.
"I'm quite impressed, Luna."
"Thanks Sheriff." I nod.
"Only twenty three and you're already ahead of the game." He chuckled. "Of course, to fully fulfill your acquisition of being a detective shouldn't take long with your skills."
My dad walked in his office and I had to leave for something else. I remember forgetting my phone or something, so I walked back to Gorden's office.
"Twenty years, Niall. It's been well over twenty years. I'm not getting any younger. I'm fifty-five years old." Gorden said.
"What are ya quitting on me?" I overheard my father ask Gorden.
"No, Niall. These things take time."
"You've had twenty years Sheriff, twenty." My father grew frustrated. "More than twenty."
There was a pause, some footsteps, and a loud plop. "See this, Niall. This is the most recent data we have of Styles." He had papers scattered all across his desk. I remember asking myself who Styles was and why the name didn't sound familiar.
"Nineteen years ago, he was spotted. That was also the same time he fled Wickendale in England. I know what I'm doing, Niall. I have the best of the best over in England looking for him."
"Then why aren't ya there?"
"Detective Bond knows what he's doing, Niall. He's young, smart, and bold." He leaned towards my father. "He may have some useful information on Styles." He whispered. "I know Bond will catch him. I know he will. Tomlinson and Cooke are probably with Styles. If we find Styles, we find them all."
I walked away after hearing all that. I learned three very important things that day. One, don't trust your dad. Two, always listen to Kara. Three, this chick is going on vacation. I needed to find out who these people were: Tomlinson, Cooke, and Styles.
Later on that week, I snooped in his office and found a folder with the name Malik, Zayn. Which brings me to the next part of my story: Zayn.
