Ok heres another chapter. I wanted it to be a little longer but figured id end it like this and continue the impending drama for the next chpter. hope you enjoy.

another question to ask yourself, who r these guys following her, watching her, has it been for long?

Chapter 2

Pulling into the station I could tell that everyone was really worked up because every inch of space was being used. People were running from desk to desk referring to prior cases and dealing with many issues all at once. I loved this place. You could always count on someone knowing exactly what you need or have someone spot just the right clue to close a case. This is what I've always wanted to do, catch the bad guys. I quickly made my way to Sergeant Andrews's office saying hi to all my colleagues on the way without getting in the way. When I was right in front of his door I stopped gathering my composure. With everything that was happening all at once I didn't want my boss to think that I couldn't handle the stress. I loved my job and this kind of stress level was a part of it. I could deal. I took a deep breath, knocked and walked in.

The office was very spacious and extremely clean unlike most police cubicles. Everything was numbered and stacked just right. It made me smile because that's exactly how my cubicle looked like. It freaked people out sometimes how anal I was about being organized but it made for a less stressful environment and with this job I could afford all the relief I could get. After looking around quickly I stood straight and waited for instructions. Sergeant Andrews was in the military and he liked things a certain way, especially when you're a guest in his office. "Sit down agent Becky" stated Sergeant Andrews. Sergeant had started calling me agent ever since I helped solve a very disturbing child molestation/murder case. It made me smile to know that he respected me enough to refer to me as part of the team.

I took a seat across his desk and waited for him to start. I was a little nervous and wasn't sure what to do with my hands so after a little while I settled my hands on my lap.

"Ok you know the case Agent Matthews has been working on pertaining to the little drug scandal. Well it seems that there's a little more to it than just drugs. There have been a couple of missing person's reports that have recently been, very loosely I might add, connected to a certain drug running gang. We don't know who's running it and we don't know why they've been taking these people but we do know something big is going down with these guys. Now, this drug running 'gang' has been up and running for over 50 years and has usually been associated with the basic low level dealings, apparently they're better then we thought because it seems the deeper we dig the more we realize we've missed. This is very upsetting because we've also realized that certain individuals were leaking information about the progress on these missing people's cases, even in some instances making sure that we look in a completely wrong direction. Now we've got these people under arrest but we're in need of completely knew eyes and ears, a few people who were not involved in any of the cases and who will take charge of this situation immediately. I'd like you to run the investigation. I want you to get down to the bottom of these sooner rather than later."

As Sergeant Andrews finished up his little speech I had no idea what to say. I was flattered that he thought of me as runner up in this investigation but I was also really upset. Who would have filtered out information for this gang or mob or whatever this group was. I couldn't think of anyone who would se us out like that. We all worked together for the same ultimate goal, essentially to make the streets safer to walk on. Apparently someone had something else in mind.

After a few seconds I asked, "Who's the snitch?"

Sergeant Andrews smiled, "I knew that was the first thing you would ask. You're very loyal like me and the idea of someone we know shitting on our progress make me sick. Are you sure you want to know?"

"Who was it?" I asked with a tone of finality.

"Agent Kent" stated the Sergeant with a sigh.

"What! What are you taking about there must be a mistake. Agent Kent would never do this to us. He's paranoid about honesty after the problems with his family and his last partner. Check your information again you've made a mistake" I yelled while getting up and firmly slamming my hand down on his desk and looking at him in the eye.

"There's no mistake, Agent Kent has betrayed us all" the Sergeant stated harshly.

"Where is he I want to see him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea Agent. I know you guys were close. I was the one who hired him into my precinct; we can't trust anything he says anymore."

"I need to see him NOW!" I yelled.

"Interrogation from four" he said with conclusiveness.

I rushed out of my boss's office and headed towards the interrogation room. I was so upset I didn't even notice my coworkers staring at me as I passed by. Nothing could distract me from getting to my destination.

When I got to the room I opened the door and walked in. Agent Kent was sitting n the opposite side of along rectangular table. It only took three strides to make it in front on the desk but I didn't know what to say. After seeing Kent slumped in the chair looking horrible I couldn't find any words. I just stood there staring at him until he slowly lifted his head up to look at me. I stared at him for a little and sighed as I slumped into a seat with a hurt look n my face. "How could you?" I repeated over and over again until I felt someone grab my hand. I gazed at the hand for about half a second before I pulled away and got up again. "HOW COULD YOU?" I yelled.

Becky listen to me, it's not how it looks I……"

"Not how it looks, NOT HOW IT LOOKS! Did you or did you not give information on an ongoing case to this, this MOB?"

Kent sighed looking dejected, "Yes."

I was so shocked he'd said yes. I was so sure he'd fight and deny any affiliation to any nefarious actions but he'd just sat there and caved. This wasn't the Kent I knew. The Kent I knew would never have done something like this. I stared at him completely defeated. How could this happen? How could this be?

"Becky you have to understand that this has nothing to do with you, or even with me. This was inevitable and there's no way of stopping it. I would have if it had seemed possible but it was totally unreal ya know and completely impossible but it was like all of a sudden it was real and lives were on the line. What's a couple stolen lives compared to the greater population of this country, no the world?" Kent rambled on while I just sat there stunned not really understanding what was going on and what he was talking about. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. I couldn't trust my instincts anymore. Being lied to and tricked didn't make it any easier.

Without saying a word I just got up and left. I had nothing more to say and had no desire to hear anything else HE had to say. It was like I was numb. Not really grasping the whole concept of what had just happened. When I started to come to a little I found myself in a conference room with five other police officers as well as Sergeant Andrews. I glanced around noticing most eyes on me and cleared my throat. When everyone was looking at me I glanced at everyone individually and asked, "So what do you have so far?"

Nothing much had been done so far mostly because everything that was found from the previous detectives could not be trusted. Pictures of known assailants and so on were kept as the stepping stones to the investigation but other than that I was on my own. I had to completely reform a case on these guys.

As I walked around looking at all the pictures most seemed familiar to me. I'd never met these people before and yet it was like coming into contact with friends you hadn't seen in forever. I passed by a picture of a man I knew well John Cassey. "Hey guys, it's he a part of the mafia?" Well it seemed not many people thought I would take on this case if I'd know it wasn't some 'gang' but the goddamn mafia. I was just stressed out and needed some time to cool off and figure out what to do. "Ok Kane I need you to find anything and everything on all these guys, criminal records, old girlfriends, children, friends anything. Marks I'll need you to scope out any place that might be affiliated with these people. We need to know where they are and what they're doing. Jacks your good with computers right, well they've got to have some sort of system going to either help them pic victims or sort out they're affairs. Find whatever you can. Fields and Daniels, I need you to either help Kane or Marks, pick one and stick to it. Alright everyone lets get to it. I'll leave my phone number if anything comes up call me, anytime, night or day. I'll be back tomorrow with some background on these guys, find out what kind of power these guys really have. I mean this shit isn't like the Italian mafia, this some freak cult or something." SIGH. "Anyways you guys do what you can and I'll be here tomorrow for a report." Then I turned and walked out of the conference room. Too much had happened in such a short time. Everything just seemed out of proportion, like I was in some sci-fi movie with no really plot or destination.

On my way out to my car I noticed a blue Chevy parked the farthest away from the front door. It seemed weird to be that someone would park so far away when there was perfectly good parking near the door. I shrugged it off and drove home not noticing the blue Chevy pull out behind be and stay with me all the way home.

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