King of Crime ✔️

A Terrible Morning

When I drove to work the next day, I decided to put on our new asset's interrogation. I pressed the coffee cup against my lips, biting on the lid, while I listened to Samantha's flirty tone. 

Everything about the girl was contradictory. Though I would've believed it if someone told me she was fifteen, she was already one year above the legal age. She talked as if she had been interrogated by the FBI every day, but her posture betrayed that she had been dead-nervous. And her relationship with Hannig; something was just not right. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it definitely wasn't just a one-sided thing.

I shook my head to myself. Stunned at the opportunity, Matthias had not questioned Samantha's motivations even once, but it was all a little bit too easy. I handled criminals like Hannig ever since I started working at the FBI, and I knew how agonizingly careful they were. 

Usually, it took well over a year before the investigation finally started rolling in the right direction. Not one took the risk of getting caught for love. But on the other hand, the young woman knew nothing of Hannig's works. She couldn't tell me one thing I didn't know already. 

I sucked in my lower lip, tapping on the wheel. I hadn't been able to think straightly about the case after meeting this girl. She was as impregnable as she was easily readable. 

Contradictory. 

I steered into the cramped parking lot, taking the last sip of my coffee. 

She smiled too much. If a girl with a face like hers smiled at everyone she met like she did at me yesterday, it was no wonder that she had at least one criminal trailing after her. I didn't know how to feel about having her as an asset, but it would be great if she would be the factor to turn the tide on our case, for sure.

After I handed the tape of Samantha's statements to Saunders, the female colleague who interrupted the interrogation yesterday, to make a written record, I searched for Matthias. That man was always nowhere to be found, driving me to despair almost every morning. Eventually, I found him flirting with one of the forensic specialists in the lab. 

I glared at him through the window, opening the glass door.

"Agent Laghari. How can we have a productive morning if you just ain't there half of the time?" I snapped. 

The man in question threw his hands up, making the woman giggle. I hated acting responsible over a decade older man, but it always seemed to get down like this. What a bad start of a workday.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming," Matthias chimed, making his way to me. 

I already turned around to head for our office. The glass in the wall of the lab was the only interruption of the endless grey corridors of the building, apart from the occasional door to offices.

"You have a wife," I said sharply, when Matthias caught up. He rubbed his forehead.

"We're in a fight."

"I honestly don't care."

"You're the one who brought her up," he fired back, cracking up after seeing my face. I dodged his hand that was going for my hair. "Don't look so serious, man. We still have a long day to go. Plus, you want to be nice to me. I'm the only one left still willing to work with you," he stated with an amused expression. 

I send him another glare and shoved my hand into my pocket, while he unlocked the door to our office. 

He twisted the truth; no one wanted to be my partner because I always took on the hardest cases, not because I was such a dick.