Little Detective

Chapter 3: The Warehouse Parking Lot

"What time is he coming?" I asked, I continued to glare out the windshield into the night.

"He'll arrive at exactly midnight," Jones said. "We have to be early and wait here with our lights off. He's never been late."

I looked around at the empty, creepy abandoned parking lot. We were on the worst side of town, anyone could come up and do something. Plus most people on this side of town hate cops. I couldn't help but be a bit nervous.

"So we just wait here until he shows up?" I asked as I looked at all the windows of the old warehouse. They were darker than the parking lot, and a hell of a lot creepier. "And then what happens? We give him the file and ask him to investigate for us?"

"If his people had nothing to do with it, we tell him everything we know as he looks through the file. He'll take the file and let us know the information he finds as soon as he finds it," Jones said. "The longest I waited was a full week. And that's because it had a lot of controversy behind it. Also, make sure you leave your gun on the dashboard."

"This is so wrong," I muttered as I unclipped my hoister from my pants. I placed the gun on the dash.

"That's another thing," Jones said. "When he's here, don't speak. We don't want to make him angry. Because I've only known you for a day and you've already irritated me beyond my limit."

I glared at Jones before a bright light was shined in our eyes. I raised my hand in front of my face to cover my eyes. I looked underneath my hand to see a car coming towards us. The headlights nearly blinded me since we were sitting in darkness for so long before.

"He's here," Jones muttered nervously. He took off his gun hoister and put it on the dashboard.

The car stopped thirty feet from Jones's car. I watched as three figures stepped out of the car. The one at the driver's door stayed next to it. The one at the passenger side moved to lean against the hood of the car. And the last one moved ten feet in front of the car and stood there with his arms crossed. All of them were shrouded in darkness. It was impossible to see anything except their silhouettes.

"Step out of the car with me, Kid," Jones said before opening his door.

I followed his lead, stepping out of the car. Jones walked to the front of the car and I moved to stand right next to him. It was then that I noticed the file still in his hands.

"Hello Detective," a voice called out. I looked over to the man standing fifteen feet from Jones and I. I didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking at us.

"Thank you for coming, NJ," Jones called back. "We have a murder of a woman named, Jessica Cullson."

"Cullson," NJ nodded. "Saw it on the news. But before we continue, who's she?"

His hands fell from their folded position and one hand pointed at me. I could feel the men's three pairs of eyes move over to me. I couldn't help but shiver. I didn't feel like I was in danger, I felt like I was being analyzed. I had never felt someone trying to undress my mind and past before. It felt weird. And it got even weirder when I felt like one of them was trying to undress me with their eyes.

"New partner," Jones said. "It's a new policy. And she's new brand new. This is her first case."

NJ held out his hand. Jones walked up to him and handed him the file before walking back to my side. NJ began looking through the file.

"What's your name, little detective?" NJ asked in a deadpan tone, not even bothering to look up from the file.

"Anas-" Jones was cut off from saying my name.