"This is the last batch I am making," said a figure in a hoodie.
"That's not the arrangement we made," said a man in a nice suit and tie.
"I'm breaking the arrangement. Something has come up. I'm done," stated the hooded figure.
"I don't care. Deal with it. You owe me three shipments of the merchandise girl. Do you dare cross me?" threatened the man in a suit.
"This is the last batch I am making. Don't pay me for. But I'm done. End of discussion," said the girl, storming out of an almost empty warehouse. The man pushed his sunglasses all the way up his nose as he laughed.
"There will be consequences little girl. I will make you wish you had never crossed me."
Nicole walked quickly through the streets of San Diego. She has late for curfew but it couldn't be avoided. Knowing her luck her mom would call her probation officer. Nicole sighed. She lived to be a constant disappointment if you asked her mom or stepfather. After all who else had a genius thirteen year old daughter with half a dozen arrests to her credit? She hated her mom and stepfather, but couldn't hate her little seven year old sister. She was walking past an electronics store when she heard it.
"Thirty four year old Briana McClain and husband Jack McClain were found dead along with their seven year old daughter Aoife. All three had suffered multiple gunshot wounds. Police are asking for the public's help in finding Briana's thirteen year old daughter Nicole, who they believed committed this heinous crime," said a newscaster. Nicole's mind was reeling as she took off running.
A dispatcher for San Diego police department picked up a phone and dialed a number she had been forced to memorize.
"Miss Lang? It's Kim Smith with San Diego police department. You told me to keep you informed of Nicole Callen. She is wanted for three counts of first degree murder."
In Los Angeles a tired Sam Hanna opened his door to answer the insistent knocking on it.
"Yes?" asked Sam to the two uniformed police officers on his doorstep.
"Mr. G Callen?" inquired an officer.
"No. G! Door. Guests. Come be social so I can go to bed," called Sam to his partner that was currently residing on his couch.
"Yeah?" asked Callen as he leaned against the door and Sam rubbed his eyes while leaning on the door frame.
"Mr Callen when was the last time you saw your daughter?" asked the second officer.