Chapter 102
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Chapter 102
Jake’s POV
“Then come back to the precinct. We might have to give up the case.” He says and the day just can't get any worse. Why do we have to give up this case now. it was hard enough for us to score it. I even had to be a slave, I was so angry that day.
“Why?” It was just us and us trying to solve the case, no one wanted their hands dirty, now they want to suddenly because the case is getting a high profile. “Why?” my voice intensified.
“FBI is taking over from now.” I fell back to my seat. How can we possibly fight off FBI from this case?
“We can't let them. It’s our case.”
“I don’t think we will have any choice they are processing the court order.”
Fuck!
I need to be on this case.
I f*****g need to be on this case.
This man is f*****g with my family. I need to freaking be in this case.
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Actually, as I drove back to the precinct I followed the path the delivery man might have followed. Actually, right after I found out the delivery guy could be a school kid, the probably of him being the suspect dropped viciously. This ain't something a teenager could pull off with this ease.
I look the paved roads but this is nothing but a rod not many vehicles prefer to go through. Much like me, the road is miserable and there is literally nothing around here, it doesn't even feels like the part of this same town.
As we entered the precinct, we were met with a new face that was integrated with authority. “FBI, Special agent Peter Reeve.”
He walks in to introduce himself shaking hands. “Detective Wilson.” I said shaking back.
“Detective Davis.”
“I'm special agent Peter Reeve.” He stood facing us, upright and unflinched unlike us. “I'm sorry but this is an official case of FBI from now. we’ll be taking over from tomorrow. So, you don’t have to work on it from now. we’ll take care of things.” No matter who confident or authoritative he might seem at first, he’s just a high-level scum.
“What gave you the right to intervene in our case?” Emily knows how to target those scums.
“Well,” he rubs his hands together with a smirk on his face. he wouldn’t be more than fifty, but he is not my favorite fifty-year-old. “There seems to be no progress at all with your investigation, you are wasting a lot of time over a sleezy killer. It puts the peace in danger. I hope you would understand. We have to step in to take a few responsibilities you guys aren’t trained enough to bear.” Why are we meeting only scumbags like this? Is there no better man out there? “We have to step in to save the day.”
“FBI sure has some level of over-confident employees.” Emily blurted. “You are wrong in many languages if you think you can pull it off, because you can't.” she folded her arms fiercely while give him a staring contest. “You probably don’t know that this guy here, he is connected somehow to all the murders. Without his help in figuring out what in the world is going on you can't ever get to the murderer.” She finally looks at me. “Jake, tell him what’s going on in the last few days. How the killer deliberately planted your DNA on the victim’s body to trap you, tell him how’s he’s been sending you these cryptic packages. How Stella was murdered? Tell him. Jake! Tell him about Jerry.”
“Wait,” I looked up at this FBI guy. “You’re Jake? Like Jake Wilson.” Yeah! I literally told him my name. why is he so shocked like he’s heard it before. probably someone who’s supposed to be dead.
“Yeah! I'm Jake Wilson.”
“Jake Wilson son on Marie and John Wilson?” this guy is creeping me out. I've heard conspiracy theories that government is spying on everyone, but still government can't know me that well, can it? “Brother Jerome Wilson?”
“Yes, why?”
“John Wilson of The Hesperus hotel chains?” he adds.
“Yeah! That’s my father’s.”
“That’s your father’s.” Emily is shocked. Has she not known it before. I think I might have mentioned it somewhere along the way. or maybe I didn’t. I don’t like telling people who rich my dad is, it doesn’t sit well with many of them.
“Why? do you know me Mr. FBI.”
“I've known your parents. It’s been— how long— twenty-seven years—” he smiles and all I can't think is how human he really is when he smiles. Not like how he was a minute ago. “I was a rookie cop when I worked on a k********g case. I met you family back then.”
“k********g case twenty-seven years ago?”
“Yeah! Don’t you remember?”
“Doesn’t ring a bell. Who was kidnapped?”
“You.”
“Me!?”
“No, I mean, someone you knew.”
“Who?”
“Your father’s friend’s boy.”
“I've never heard about it. I don’t think there is one I recognize.”
“You probably don’t remember it’s been kinda long.” Even the FBI guy can't lie too well.
“I would’ve remembered if I ever heard about it. what happened to the boy?”
“He died unfortunately. Poor child it was hard to even identify the body when he was found a month later.”
“How about we talk about the case right now? you surely need our help.” I said trying to change the subject to what’s more important.
“Fine. If you think the killer might be someone you know and you can help, sure we love all the help. But before I decide anything I will talk to my superiors if they want a cop on their case which I highly doubt. But only after you guys will share everything you know about the case I can talk to him.”
“Firstly, we want full guarantee that we will be getting to work alongside of you.”
“I'll try what I can do.”
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