Chapter 54
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Chapter 54
Jake's POV
I'm more of a hero now that people know how I infiltrated Captain’s home, risked my life to get to the bottom of the truth and bring it to them. I won't lie, I'm also proud of myself, I would’ve laughed it someone said in a month I'll be doing what I'm doing now. every time when the reporters add some new exclusives to the coverage, more followers I gain. The more he spills the secrets of the proud diplomats of the town, the more incredulous I'll become. It’s a f*****g chain reaction. I've been getting large scale attention and a little of it I dislike.
What I decide to do with so much attention?
Make a video and upload it to the internet. Video about an uncut version of all the events that has happened since the night I got arrested in the middle of the night, on my birthday to the day to feeling dead to today.
People are sentimental and I feel like I'm using it for my benefit. As long as I won't harm anyone that doesn’t deserve the harm, I will have to keep doing it. I have no shame.
I do my dinner alone, some greasy s**t I barely remember what that was, really. Again, in the suite and was preparing to sleep when my phone blaze in the seamless darkness. The number is unknown so I'm a bit scared to really answer in this time of the outrage. It could be anyone, I'm too exhausted to want to deal with right now.
I waited until the call disconnects on its own and go to bed, only to find it endlessly vibrating again.
“Hello?” I answered.
“I never pegged you as a coward, detective.” He is behind the current news, whoever this person is. I'm fired. No, basically I quit the job without my own will. o, practically in not a detective anymore.
“Who is this?” I say falling back on the mattress. Sinking in to its softness a few inches.
“Especially after you’ve done some bravery you can at least answer a call.”
“Who is this?” my voice got louder with frustration and pain. “How do you have my number?”
“It’s only fair for me to have my detectives’ contact details on my phone.” Words fall later in my brain than it usually does. So I'm still taking my time to make sense to his words.
“Wait—” I sat right up.
“I'm Lincoln, but I'm not Abraham Lincoln.” He laughed at his joke. “I'm Lincoln Strews, your newly appointed Captain and the only person in charge of The Blonde Killer investigation.”
“Is this a prank call?”
“Is this why you get to the great lengths, to think an official call as a prank call?” A question for a question? This definitely doesn’t feel too right.
“No, I meant—"
“You have an entire night to figure out if this was a prank call or not, when you’ve figured it out, meet me tomorrow at the precinct. And also, your old partner will be your new partner. I've heard you two have a good understanding. I want that in my subordinates.” And before I can say one more word, the call ended.
Huh! I hit my head in the pillow. I'm just imagining stuff. I'm too drunk.
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