Author's Note- This is a rewrite. I have decided to change some things, add more details, etc. So the first chapters are currently going to be rewritten. A lot of things will remain the same, I'm just trying to make the story hopefully better. The next chapters are under way. I'm just trying to bring these early chapters up to par. Let me know what you think! Read and Review please!
"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 was 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.
It took her about thirty minutes to walk through downtown San Diego to arrive at the somewhat suburban house she lived in with her family. On the outside it looked like an ordinary night. The kitchen light could be seen through the curtains. Nicole figured either her mother or stepfather had stayed up to wait on her. A quick glance at her watch told her it was already past midnight. Deciding to get the lecture and possible fight out of the way instead of waiting until morning, Nicole approached the front door of the house, fumbling for her house key. When she found it and inserted it into the keyhole of the door, she frowned. The door was not locked, which was unusual. She pushed past the door and entered the living room. Silence greeted her, not questions about where she's been or yelling at her for being late. She stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. From there she could see the bloody, unmoving bodies of her mother and stepfather. In a panic she took off to her little sister's room.
"Aoife!" yelled Nicole as she threw open the bedroom door.
In the dark room it looked like her little sister was just asleep. Heart in her throat, Nicole flipped on the bedroom light. Her sister's eyes were closed, her arms wrapped around her favorite plushie. Nicole approached the bed and dropped to her knees. She pulled her sister's unmoving body into her arms, and buried her face in her strawberry scented red hair, not caring about the blood now coating her hands and arms.
"You were told there would be consequences for your actions," said a Russian accented voice from the closet.
"Piss off!" yelled Nicole, placing her sister's body back on the bed.
"For a genius you are stupid," taunted the voice as a tall dark haired man exited the closet.
Nicole twirled around, aiming a strike at the man. He caught her punch. She kicked him, forcing him to release her.
"Did you forget I taught you?" laughed the man, drawing a knife from a holster on his thigh.
"Not everything," growled Nicole, crouching down. They moved at the same time, him aiming to stab her arm and her aiming to disarm him. She managed to get control of the knife, but at the cost of a cut on her right arm.
"I will kill you," threatened Nicole.
"I'll have you back. One way or another," said the Russian as he approached her again. The approaching sound of sirens forced him to freeze.
"What will you do now, little genius? They will blame you. You'll be arrested and I'll take you from the system. Or you can come with me willing now," offered the Russian.
"Piss off Nicholas!" snapped Nicole.
"Tick tock little genius," said Nicholas. Nicole swallowed, her mind racing.
"I'll take option three," said Nicole. She rushed Nicholas, going to strike his chest with the knife. He jumped back and she raced past him. She exited the house from the back door and ran in a direction away from the sirens approaching the house.
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 of her mother Bianca McClain, her stepfather Jack McClain and her little sister Aoife McClain.
In Los Angeles a tired Sam Hanna opened his eyes. A glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table told him it was a little after two in the morning. For a second he couldn't remember why he was awake. Then he heard a round of knocking at his front door. He groaned and hid his face in his pillow. Maybe his partner, who was camping out on the couch less than fifteen feet from the door, would answer it. Another round of knocking, this time accompanied by a kick to his shin from his wife. He received that message loud and clear.
"Fine. But if it's a drunk Renko I'm shooting him," warned Sam. His wife made a noise of amusement as Sam threw a shirt on and exited both the bed and bedroom. Another round of knocking.
"I'm coming," said Sam in a slightly raised voice. He did not need to wake up his children at this time of night. His daughter would never go back to sleep. He passed the couch and his partner, who was laying on the couch with an arm over his eyes.
"I know you are not asleep. What if it's for you?" asked Sam. In response his partner put a couch pillow over his face. Sam shot an unimpressed look at his partner but opened the front door himself anyway.
"Yes?" asked Sam to the two uniformed police officers on his doorstep.
"Mister G Callen?" inquired an officer.
"No. G! Door. Guests. Come be social so I can go to bed," called Sam to his partner that had been trying to remain invisible on the couch. Grumbling under his breath, Callen got up.
"Yeah?" asked Callen as he leaned against the door and Sam rubbed his eyes while leaning on the door frame.
"Mister Callen when was the last time you saw or have been in contact with your daughter Nicole?" asked the second officer. Sam's mouth fell open. Callen ignored him.
"Why?" asked Callen, his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"We need you to answer the question sir," stated the first officer, his hand shifting towards his holster. Sam tensed. Callen was silent for a moment.
"Seven or eight years ago. Again why?" asked Callen.
"Do you believe she would try to make contact with you?" asked the second officer.
"What is this all about?" asked Sam before Callen lost his patience and did something stupid.
"When was the last time you were in San Diego Mister Callen?" asked the first officer, ignoring Sam's question.
"Hell I don't know. It's been at least two years. I haven't kidnapped my daughter if that is what you are insinuating. If she has ran away from her mother I would help her if she could find me, but I would also alert the authorities I had her," said Callen.
"When was the last time you saw Bianca McClain? Seven or eight years ago? Or more recently?" asked the second officer.
"If you are accusing my partner of something than I'm going to stop you right there and call my boss. Then we can move this questioning elsewhere," said Sam. He didn't like how the officers were tag teaming his partner or where this line of questioning was leading.
"What happened?" snapped Callen. Sam looked at his partner, shocked that Callen had snapped so quickly. He had expected the other man to lose patience and become annoying, like he tended to do when he was bored. This was different. Then it hit him. Callen was worried and possibly scared, two things the man never really was.
"About two hours ago San Diego Police Department arrived at your ex-wife Bianca's house after receiving reports of gunshots and shouting. They forced entry and found Bianca, her husband Jack, and their daughter Aoife dead from gunshot wounds. And right now our most likely suspects are your daughter Nicole and yourself," answered the first officer.