Taking Matt Whitteker Down

Help him

"I gave it my best, but my best couldn't cut the cord/rip the vocals.
When I told Nick I had a plan it was way below the bar, it basically did not exist.

And really I'd take it as a compliment. I don't have a criminal mind to brag about. I just wanted him to tuck his tail and shut up about it.

And meeting the mayor was a big fuss on it's own, but to be so candidly threatened then told Nick was facing a much darker feat nearly broke me.

I had left Nick home alone earlier that morning after his mother had gone to work.
But he was at gun point and I on a timer. Yeah?

I followed the mayor's instructions word for word. Nick wasn't answering his phone.
Whether busy or not. You tend to believe a threat a guy like Mr. Whitteker makes.

Grabbing a taxi to head straight downtown, it dropped me off by Mcdonald's, the on the fifth.
There was a taco truck somewhere around with a white sedan loitering around it.

Murphy was kind enough to push me in the right direction. Called me all jolly and snickers sayin' he heard I was sent out on a mission. Talked about a bag inside a sedan that wasn't supposed to be there.

Simple as that. Find the sedan, take the bag.

And a conversation with Murphy is hard on it's own, but to be laughed at and so blatantly underestimated... that was my breaking point."

Her bambi eyes gleamed, and DA Simon wondered if he should set her up with some reforming therapy afterwards.

"I didn't care. I just did it!
I reached into the back seat, took the bag and ran!" She exhaled. Reliving the feeling as excitement and adrenaline rushed into her veins.

Murphy didn't think for a second she'd do it.

Told her how little impressed he was. It was one of the reasons that drove her to reach such incalculable measures. Every time at every turn. Murphy knew how to press her buttons.
The mayor asked her to get rid of it, the need to impress Murphy pushed her into doing more.

"And it wasn't a dash for life more of a sprint for wellbeing." She added resolutely.

"And here I thought they mean the same thing. " bulky shoulders moved in the samll space, with beady eyes still studying her.

"No, not really. If the case was a mere dash you wouldn't catch me barefoot hopping on fences. Especially if I wore my Fendi shoes that day.
I mean a hound dog could keep up, but not when seventy five vehicle crosses the intersection a minute. I was probably crazy enough for the two of us.

But honestly doing that, I was thinking the carryover bag was going to soften the blow. If I got hit you know..

and I probably didn't have time to question what would everyone think if I was carried over a stretcher with stacks of white powder snowing around me.
As I told you. It took quite the maneuvering for me to get somewhere I deemed safe.

I called Murphy and he told me where to find Nick."

She always had a thing against spy movies. She couldn't stand them. It didn't help that her bestfriend Annette was crazy about 'the hunk that is James Bond' uncaring about the shift in actors playing the role. Annette looked past things in a way Katrina couldn't. And spy shite? Never her favorite.

"It was a warehouse at the pier. I found Murphy there all excited to collect. There were a lot of men too. Nick on the other hand looked as white as a fake ghost on Halloween. Thinking about it now, I really should've said something about Murphy's ways. But his mood swings fast and it wasn't the time for a true hearted speech. Or any kind of speech really. And I kind looked like Nick.

I don't know if it was the toll of meeting the mayor in such dire circumstances, or the mad hunt. Or Murphy's mere existence.

The minute we were let off, we flew faster than you could say Boo!.
Nick and I. "
She quieted down, her eyes wandering over to the table. Katrina smiled.

"Quite poetic really, In the back seat of the taxi we rode home at nine, Nick told me he heard a few things he shouldn't have. And for once in our miserable lives he backed me up on something.

I the unaware or rather dying for acceptance leaned on his words more than his shoulder."