Chapter 2.5
"It's been a week and you haven't found him?" Helen said sitting in a beaten up swivel chair, the lamp light illuminated the mahogany desk and a small bit of her face, the man standing across the room, the ex- military officer shook his head to signal no, he had given up his job at the A.T.F just to be able to follow his belief in Helen Cutters work, as did many of the men and women who worked under her.
"I am sure he's dead Mrs. Cutter."
"That's Miss Cutter to you, and if he was dead do you not think we would have found the body by now?" she hissed and nibbled on the edge of her thumb, the man stood at full attention thinking over the previous statement in his head, they did not find a body, nor did they find any trace of him, so what other possibility was there "Don't be a idiot."
"Miss, what could've happened to him then?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she posed the question more to herself than to the man, biting down hard on the nail of her thumb which had been chewed down practically into a nub on the tip of her finger, she peered up at the man, watching his confused expression change into one of realization.
"You don't think he could have?"
She slammed her hand down on the desk quickly and heavily, she stood from her chair and raced around the desk to grab the man who must've been twice her size by the collar, he raised an eyebrow at her in wonder, trying to think if she really had the strength in her to bring him down, but also realizing that wasn't the point of the gesture.
She let one seemingly simple command slip through her lips.
"Becker. Find me Steven Hart."