King of Crime ✔️

Inappropriate Questions

As I headed for the parking lot around the corner, having paid, I ruffled through my hair and rubbed over my stubble. I really didn't mean for this meeting to last so long, otherwise I would've at least taken a shower and shaved before coming here. 

Matthias had called me out of bed this morning at four, having established a raid on Hannig's hotel room without consenting me about it first. So, we barged in, even though it was clear Hannig had already left the room, and spend the whole morning there, without being able to get breakfast. 

I had never been so bad-tempered with my partner. 

But it did prove to be very useful, they obviously had to leave in a hurry. They left guns and a stash of cocaine, which hopefully meant that they were starting up a market here, and the second I could prove he was committing large crimes in the US, the Director would grant me way more recourses and men. Then I could finally really start up my investigation. 

The thing was, Hannig, now probably scared off, would most likely never call from the place he stayed at anymore.

When I got to the car and opened the door, I found Samantha skimming through her own files. The sunlight shone through her brown curls, making them appear almost golden. It sure did paint a beautiful picture. 

She looked up, apologetic, giving me back my keys. "I'm sorry, I was just really curious what you know about me."

"It's alright." I sat down, closing the door with a slam, and started the engine. "It's free for you to look into." 

Her lips curled into a smile as she fanned herself with the files.

"Yeah? Cool. The profiling bit was surprisingly interesting."

 As she crossed her legs, she twisted her body to put on her seatbelt. Her figure was beautiful, positively slender. And good God, her legs. 

I turned my head away from her to steer from the parking lot to the roads. I really needed to get myself straight, this girl was almost ten years younger than me. Just imagining her naked felt like a crime.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Definitely. You guys diagnosed me as an extravert with daddy-issues."

"Not that literally, I hope."

"I don't have daddy-issues," she declared, quasi-offended. "I love my dad and my dad loves me."

"That's not what they meant with 'seeks for a father-figure'. Maybe your relationship with your dad is so great, that that is what you seek for in a man," I explained, impassive, without taking my eyes off the road.

"But what about 'was probably attracted to Hannig because he resembles her father' then? That's one hell of an assumption to be making based on nearly nothing." 

What does it matter, it's just a profiling-rapport. I looked at her sideways to check if she was really offended, but she could see the irony and had a huge smile on her face.

"And, does he?"

"My father isn't a criminal. But I guess there are some similarities." She tucked her hair behind her ear, showing me the small golden ring. "By the way, are you the one who told 'em that?" She jiggled her foot.

"No, I didn't. They checked your dating history." I turned right to the highway, to take a longer route to the Bureau. "But please tell me about Hannig and Houghton." She made an 'oh yeah, I agreed to that, didn't I'-face and sucked in her lower lip.

"It's probably not true, anyway." The girl arched her back and kicked softly with her sneakers against the interior of the car.

"I'd still like to know."