The house was dark. Most people would feel uncomfortable in it, but I guess I've gotten used to it. Even though I knew the house was empty, I made a point to keep silent. I hardly made a noise as I crept up the stairs towards my target. An office at the end of the hall.

I tried to turn the doorknob, but it was locked, as I expected. I got down on my knees, and got my lock picking kit out of my coat. I made quick work of the lock and opened the door. Inside the office was a bookcase, a desk, a filing cabinet, and a safe. At first I headed for the safe, but stopped and looked at the desk.

I changed direction, and walked over to the desk. It had seven drawers, three on each side and a long one aross the top. After looking though the first six, I hadn't found what I needed. The last drawer, the long one, was the only one with a lock. I used my kit to unlock, and immediately spotted what I had come for. A large manila envelope.

After I took the envelope, I procedded out of the room. I locked the office door and went back downstairs. As soon as I did, I heard the front door getting unlocked. I stopped in my tracks, and looked just in time to see the handle turn. I quikcly made my way to the back of the house, opened a window, and slipped out into the darkness.

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"Good job, Elizabeth. I honestly thought it would take you longer." a grey haired man said after I gave him the stolen envelope.

"I work fast. That's why people like you hire me. Now, I held up my side of the deal." I told him. He chuckled, and nodded.

"So I suppose it's my turn. Here you go." he said, handing me a check. "$2500, just as I promised." I smiled, and tucked the check into my coat.

"Thank you, Mr. Long. It was good doing business with you." I said before leaving the room.

The crisp New York air hit me as I stepped outside. I shivered a bit, and pulled my coat tighter around me. It was November, what did I expect? I sighed and began walking down the sidewalk. I noticed a black car I'd seen around recently. Chuckling to myself, I smiled and gave a quick wave. Those FBI agents have been trailing me for months, and they still didn't have enough evidence to arrest me.

I smiled to myself as I continued walking. I got to a crosswalk, and had to wait for the little walking man. As I stood there, I heard someone come up behind me. I turned slightly to see a tall man with short brown hair and blue eyes.

"Oh, good evening detective Flack. What brings you around here?" I asked him, smiling.

"Okay, Mason. I need you to come with me to the station." he said, ignoring my question.

"Really? Why be so subtle about it? Last time you "brought me in," you made sure all of New York knew about it." I replied, turning towards him.

"Well, I didn't want to attract the attention of your friends there. You know, save you the stress." he said, nodding towards the FBI. I laughed and shook my head.

"Those clowns wouldn't notice if someone killed a man infront of them." I told him, smiling. "But whatever, lead the way, detective." He smiled slightly, and took me by the arm. He led me to a grey car, and opened the back door.

After I got in, he shut the door and headed towards the driver's side. He turned on the engine, and started driving.

"So, are you arresting me or are you just lonely tonight?"