She traced the map that she stole from a solid source. This was it. She was going to solve the mystery once and for all. Everything was riding on this and she knew that there had to be some evidence or all was lost. Stupid cops. She never trusted authority. They don't know anything. Always prowling around the streets never finding anything. Nobody ever does there job anymore. It was almost like you have to take matters into your own hands if you wanted answers. So that's exactly what she did.
It was dark enough so she knew she was safe from bystanders. If she was caught, hell, she didn't want to think about the consequences. She had to just think and focus. So much was at risk and it wasn't worth troubling over chances. She needed this. She couldn't, she wouldn't rest until she found the truth. Nobody was going to get in her way, if they did, well, they will face some major ramifications.
She folded up the map and stashed it inside her jacket pocket. She slipped on the black leather gloves and took a deep breath before tip-toeing inside the DA's office. She briefly caught the name. Reagan-Boyle Senior Counsel. She sniffed around until she spotted the file cabinet. From the looks of the room, it was a female. A male wouldn't be so meticulous with organizing. It was almost like every piece of document had been ironed with the bold black ink of the Judge's approval stamped on the front.
Her long dark hair began to slip in her face as she leafed through the front desk. Nothing. Not unless she needed today's report on a bogus starring a dirty pimp acting as an eye witness in a prostitute's murder. No, this was different. She billowed through more documents unless she found the bottom of the stack. She stumbled back a little, losing her balance until she heard a loud crash. She instantly winced and ducked under the table. You can never be too sure what sets off alarms these days. This isn't the 50s, she needed to be smart. Not just books, streets as well. She's learning. After all, she's all she's got.
It looked like the council was only an assistant. But why? Why did her instincts lead her to this point? She grit her teeth and tried to get up only to bump her head on the top of the desk. She rubbed her temple to ease the tingle she felt. Her eyes were getting dizzy but she told herself to keep with this. She looked to the ground and saw a few glass shards, then a frame in the corner of the office.
"Shit, shit. Great." She sighed but slipped again.
She looked down and her hand was covering a picture. She picked it up and examined it with her small light.
It was a photo of a male in an academy uniform, deep green eyes, a piercing stare, chiseled bone structure, way too pretty to be NYPD. Looked more like a scholar than law enforcement. He held this dark look that drew her in. She looked at his tag and rank. A rookie. She sneered. Only cops. When she looked at his tag closer she saw the name: J. Reagan. Cousin? Brother? Reagan... Why did the name sound so familiar?
She slid the picture over to the frame and tried again getting up. Her mind was blank. She looked around the office and she saw stars. No way. She wasn't going to bail now. Not when she was so close she getting the proof she needed.
She realized the office was a bust. Nothing with leads to what she was looking for so she decided to try the one next door. Chief Counsel has got to have something from 5 years ago. Its been too long.
She brushed a small piece of glass that was stuck on her pants and looked at the picture from the ground again.
"Ugh, why do I keep looking at this? I really must be losing it." She walked out of the office carefully and shut the door carrying on her mission.