Gamblers Anonymous Part Six
The car that had Maria, had driven away. Agent Rookie zoomed in on the license plate number. 589-ALK NEW YORK.
"Wait does that say New York?" Amanda asked. Agent Rookie took another look and looked at her.
"Yes, it does. Why?"
"That means, he drove here all the way from New York. He was in New York first then came here to L.A." Amanda said putting piece by piece.
"I just got a call about an abandon car in a back street. Next to a house that leads to a basement. Same license plate number." The other agent had said.
A back Street in L.A, California.
Amanda along with several other L.A police offers had surrounded the street. Amanda and Agent Rookie where leading the way.
"There's the car." Agent Rookie pointed out. They both had their guns out ready.
"NYPD!" Amanda shouted. There was no response. She give Agent Rookie a signal to go to the other side of the car while she checked the driver's seat. Nobody in car. So she slowly went to the trunk of the car. She tried unlatching it. It didn't' work but an office came over to unlock it for them. What they found inside. Nothing. No Maria. Only a picture. Amanda put her gun to her side and pick up the picture covered in blood. Fresh blood. She thought.
"Its fresh blood." She told everyone. The house next to them was more of a basement. She unlocked the gate and knocked down the door.
"LAPD!" Agent Rookie shouted. Everybody took a room. Amanda got to what looked like a normal room until she saw pictures of Maria on the walls. One wall covered with just photos of Maria. The other walls photos of just women. Computer screen on the desk. Then computer monitors that had security footage. A map of New York just above the bed and had tacs in places.
"Wow." She heard Agent Rookie say. Amanda now looking on the floor.
"So were the hell is she?" Agent Rookie asked. She looked at the camera security footage on the monitors on the desk. Four different screens. The bottom right had a women tied to a chair. Audio sound was off. And then a man comes walking in. Circling the women as the women is frighten.
"That's her. Let's go." She said rushing to find the basement. They found some stairs. It was dark so she had to pull out her flash light.
"Maria!" She shouted. She couldn't see anything down the hallway but there was a door to the left. She shinned her light to read the label. It read: EXPERIMENT ROOM ONLY. She nodded her head at Agent Rookie and the rest of the officers.
"NYPD!" she shouted one more time as the doors busted open.
"Let her go." Amanda told him. The man smiled and laughed.
"I've been hunting around New York for a while now. Detective Rollins, always a pleasure to see you." he said as the gun was pointed at his head.
"Drop your weapons detectives." Another voice said beside her. Amanda knew who this was. Richard Harrison. He had escaped from prison.
"Drop. Your Weapons." The voice said again. Richard Harrison still has his gun pointed at his head.
"Don't." Amanda told him.
"Why? I'll go to prison either way. If I kill myself, I won't have to go through any of that." Richard said. She needed him alive.
"Killing yourself is never the answer." Amanda said.
"Hmm." He said now walking up to her. Now several feet away from her, he still has his gun pointed at his head.
"I'll end it for you detective. After seven long years, I think I've come to an end." He says.
"Please." She told him.
"Too late." He said pulling the trigger as blood spattered all over Amanda's body.
A/N: A little short but I'm nearing to the end soon. Hope you guys are enjoying this story. Thanks for reading!