The Truth Behind Every Lie

Chapter Three: 'you better be careful.'

I unlocked the front door to our little suburb house, and stepped inside, "honey I'm home!" I shouted.

"You're well too cliché Nat." I heard a slight chuckle from down the hall.

Tyler came into view, I walked over and placed a kiss on his cheek before whispering, "only for you darling."
I winked at him, laughed and strolled upstairs.

The rest of the night was spent with a movie and sleep.

You couldn't describe a better combination.

The next morning, the day started of hazy.
Maria came and gave me a lift to work.

Work.

My work consisted of a towering glassy building smack bang in the middle of Portland.

Maria and I meandered up the several steps that connected to the building before entering it.
I got the occasional wave or 'hello' from people as I scanned my badge and headed upstairs.

I'm known as Agent Fern in this place, and I have a lot of respect from everyone.

I entered my block of the building and spotted my co workers by a computer.

"What cases do we have to day?" I asked as I strolled over towards them.

"A reported homicide, drug trafficking and rapist." Diego swivelled around in in his chair to face me.
Diego was Mexican, hence the name, he has been working here for a few years now.
Our first ever case together a human trafficking one.
It was intense to say the least.

I heard another voice, "so the usual then?" The voice belonged to Imogen. I could sense a little bit of humour behind the comment as she shuffled through some paper work.
Imogen was originally from Texas, she had that distinctive southern accent that I loved.
She has been working here for a little over 2 years now.

There were three others along with us; Evelyn, Jasmine and Byron.
We all got along well.

I gave a small smile, "we better get on it then."

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One of my hands gripped the steering wheel as the other held the radio, "Diego what's your visual?"

I stared out onto the quiet street, there were a few people on the sidewalk witch not too many cars driving through.

I heard a muffled voice on the other line, " suspect is heading into the bar, are you ready?"

I looked into my compact mirror, applied a layer of rose lipstick on to my lips and covered my eyes with my tinted sunglasses.
"Ready." I whispered back.

I slipped my gun onto my belt under my belt and pushed open the car door and stepped out into the late afternoon sun. I spotted the bar and followed the suspect in.

The atmosphere inside was loud with vibrant lights darting all over the ceiling.
It was more of a club than a bar.

I peered over the mountain of people before my eyes locked the middle aged man sitting at the bar.
He was talking to a young blonde woman. She was wearing a tight black dress and a neon pink top that was short enough to be a bra. I watched her turn around to flick her hair off of her neck as he slipped something into her drink.

Date rape drug.

Got him caught in the act.

I pressed my radio, "Diego I'm going in, send Imogen in as back up."