REIGN ON ASHES

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

DEREK’S POV

“Good morning, Derek, my name is Luan, I am your partner, Welcome to our station,” Luan muttered as I stepped out of my car. His lips spread wide into a smile, eyes glinting with something I don’t know. He stretched out his hands to shake mine. My eyes settled ok his hands for a while, maybe a few seconds before I shook him and smiled back.

“Good morning to you. I look forward to working with you.” I said to him.

He nodded, his firm hands gripped mine, his eyes not leaving mine. He was trying to read me, trying to figure out something. My lips curled deeper than they should.

Interesting, so he has already begun his spy work. How cute of him to think he can read me.

From the feel of his hands, I could tell he trains well, specifically in boxing. I don’t need to read the file Bart sent over, I can tell who exactly he is just by looking at him.

And there is one thing I can tell you, he is going to be in trouble. Hiding my connection to the National Intelligence might be slightly hard. He looks like a stubborn one, one that once he bites, he never lets go. But I have dealt with people like him, he won’t be much of a problem.

“I look forward to working with you too. I read your files and you seem like a skilled cop, considering that your first case is the Bloody Mary’s case,” he muttered, his hands finally leaving mine, we were both walking inside when I halted at the name he called.

I turned to him, eyes squinted, “Bloody Mary?” I repeated and he nodded, smiling sheepishly.

They gave her a nickname? And they chose Bloody Mary? Really?

“You know the girl who murdered a man? The doctor? The acid that burned him from the inside out in front of his wife and kids and other friends? " Whoa… did you not read the file?” his eyes widened in awe, speechless and he wasn't faking it.

As an agent, having a poker face is a must. If your opponent can tell that you are lying just from the look on your face, then you shouldn't even be in the field.

“Well, do you have the file?” I asked.

“It’s on your table but the chief wants to see you first.”

We walked into the office, Luan showed me everywhere I needed to know, the evidence room, the cells, and other old files, and finally our office, it's quite an exposed area, a room containing six detectives.

Great.

I have to do most of my investigations at home.

“The chief’s office is down there, just to your left.” he directed.

Laun talks a lot but from every word that rolled off his tongue, slipped his love for his job, and not just as a cop with a gun and a badge but as a cop who loves to protect people.

How did someone like him end up as a spy for the higher-ups? What do they have on him?

I opened the door to the chief’s office after I knocked and he ordered me to come in. As I walked in, my eyes scanned the huge room, two big couches, excluding his very comfortable chair, a huge desk in front of him, little to no files on his table, the country flag on his desk, and a cup of coffee sitting pretty.

A man in his late fifties, with bad eyesight but his glasses are doing their job. His hands are smooth, he hasn't held a gun in a while. He looks obsessed, definitely pocketing money from the politician he supports.

“Good morning sir.”

“Officer Derek! It’s so good to see you here. When the commissioner of police contacted me that you were assigned to the bloody Mary case, I was surprised, considering a skilled cop that you are, I just knew this case would be solved sooner. Welcome to our station, if you need anything do let me know.” he winked.

Gross.

“Sure.” I forced a smile.

Getting back to my… Should I even call it my office? Getting back to the public office, I sat down, grabbed the files, and began looking through them. It has little to no information, absolutely different from what I read before I got assigned here.

Are they trying to sweep this case under the rug?

“Yo, new boy!” I heard a deep loud voice call out in the office, tearing my gaze away from the file in my hands. My eyes settled on this tall man, grey eyes locked on me, chewing gum like a gigolo, he looked clean but he was definitely a dirty cop.

“Where are your manners?” he babbled.

Seriously? What are we? Eight graders in school?

I went silent, glaring at him. In terms of rank, he is at the bottom of my good chain so why is he glaring at me?

“Wow, how brazen, walking in here and not even greeting your seniors, who the hell do you think you are? Just because you got assigned to that trashy case? Heads up, that case leads to a dead end, which means, you are just a loser… besides, you can’t get information without going through the right source which by the way, you don’t have… so do the needful, pay respect and maybe I’ll toss you some bread.” He just kept rambling and I could feel blood rolling down my ears.

“For someone who talks a lot, you seem to be really dumb.” I fired.

Luan gasped, he grabbed my shoulder, his eyes widened, shaking his head for me not to say another word.

“What did you just say you loser!” he grunted, he slammed his files and surged towards me. He grabbed my shirt, right after he pushed Luan away from sight. His fist clenched around my ironed shirt, his eyes shooting fire at me, “Who are you calling dumb you bastard!” his teeth gritted.

Ah seriously!

The boss has to pay me extra, because there was no place in this assignment where I was told I’d be harassed and bullied by the cops here.

The thought of his dirty cop hands on my shirt makes me want to puke.

“If you are not dumb then you would have figured out that she is wearing a wig. The image that appears in those files is nothing close to what she originally looks like.”