Blah, blah, blah, this is chapter 7.
Reviewer's who actually read the story, comments are below.
Heisuska: He is insane. Will he succeed? I think you'll find out, so just read the horribly suspenseful story
Clockwerk: It was Robert, not Kyle.
Lt. Cooper: Not that many more, and you do not drama king. I'm younger than you!
Zanikra: Read on and find out if you dare.
I don't own Sly, and I wish Sucker Punch would let me stop saying this.
Chapter 7 The Old Kyle (Warning: contains slight flashback)
Kyle was in his office, rereading his case file, seeing as how he didn't really read it the first time. He had slept remarkably better last night, and got in the office happier than anyone else. He still didn't know about Fernando.
From what he had read, the Black Hand gang ran a minor drug operation, robbed 7 convenience stores, and murdered an enemy drug dealer, a drug addict who didn't pay them, and he hadn't read the last person yet, nor would he soon.
Kyle checked his watch. It was lunchtime, and he was hungry. He would finish the file afterwards. He couldn't work on an empty stomach.
On his way to the elevator (he eats out of his office), he passed Carmelita's office, which had the door open before, but now that it was closed, he could see the message written on it. Fernando was the first person to come to his mind. Robert only wrote the one note after the murder. Kyle knocked on the door. The reply he got was "Go away, I don't need your sympathy, I need to work." Deciding it was best not to intrude or anything, he simply continued walking down the hall.
He went out to lunch in his rent-a-car (his regular car was still in the police station), and got lunch at a nice café. While eating, he wondered what had happened to Fernando. He must have been murdered, but how? And who was this Robert Johnson? Why did he proclaim himself "Carmelita's only love"? If Kyle found out who was behind this. Carmelita already had enough trouble with Cooper, she didn't need some stalker. He had followed her, and he could admit was the wrong thing to do. The voice hadn't come back since, and he hadn't followed her since. He respected Carmelita; she even came into work the day after her cousin was murdered. He would show her this respect, somehow he would.
He paid for his lunch (which was a light toast and a few bowls of soup), and left back for Interpol. Although he decided he would stop by the Paris police station and check out how his car search was going.
He walked into the station and asked the man at the desk who might now what was going on with his car. His question didn't need to be answered, because Detective Carrel walked in to the room at that moment. "Here to confess?" he asked.
"Naw, I'm here about my car. How's the search going?"
"The 'search' has made little progress. Whoever did it was you, my guess, or some expert who didn't leave any prints, or anything, behind."
"My guess would be expert. But, I'm not gonna get my car back, so I'll just leave." And he did. He drove back to Interpol, and went to his office so he could read about that last murder victim.
The last murder was the oldest by far, it was eleven years old. Apparently, a previous detective managed to put two of the gang behind bars. He later got sniped in the street by another member of the gang, who was caught shortly afterwards. The detectives name was Kyle Peterson. "I hope that doesn't happen to me." Kyle thought. But it wasn't settled. That name rang a bell in Kyle's head somewhere, but he couldn't exactly remember what it was.
Eleven years ago, Tureen Lane, Paris.
"But I want to see the circus." complained a young wolf. "Why can't we go?"
"Because, circuses are no place to be, when you are at Paris." his mother said. "There are so many places to be, Cafes, Restaurants, the Eiffel Tower." She had a dreamy glaze over her eyes. "You don't want to be in some stuffed tent of lunatics when you could be here, right?"
"Humph" the boy looked over at the man walking down the street. He was tall, and had an Interpol badge on. The little kid must have shown how much he admired the badge, because the man smiled. Before he could say anything, there was a rifle shot. Everyone got down on the ground, even the cop. "Some cop" the kid's father said and made his way over to the cop. When he got there, he looked back at his son, a worried look on his face.
Back at reality
Kyle shook his head; he didn't know where that came. It couldn't have been him though, his dad ran off on him and him and his mom a long time ago. He hadn't come back since, and Kyle had no stepfathers. "Must have seen it in a movie" he whispered.
"Seen what in a movie?" asked Chief Rob. He was in the doorway, glaring at Detective Rivers.
"What have I done wrong Chief?"
"You've been working on the Black Hand gang for a week. And I wouldn't be angry but you've done nothing. No arrest attempts and you're reading the file just now. Which has almost everything on them." stated the Chief. "You've got one more week to arrest at least one member." The Chief shut the door behind him, leaving a stunned but accepting Kyle in the room. He hadn't really done anything in the time he had been here. He should have to get at least one member by the end of the week.
Kyle sighed, he had been an inspector for a week, and he was probably going to be fired in another. He had better find where they're located, at least, by the end of the day. He was almost done with the file, and all he knew was they were in south Paris.
He read on. It was his lucky day. The previous detective on the case had to find the gang after they relocated, and when he did, he retired. They were located in a four square block area. He grabbed his shock pistol, and some handcuffs. There were seven members left, after the three had been put in jail. He would need to get them all at once, just to be certain he wasn't fired, or sniped.
He grabbed his coat, and left his office. He was going to get all of them tonight, no other option.
Short Chapter, but the shortness might decrease.