(The requiem of an operative)
It has been almost ten months for her. These ten months gifted her astoundingly new opportunities to sharpen herself. She herself wouldn't have believed in that much transformation. Just a few weeks ago she was an average nerdy high school girl, still she had one thing at her disposal a very sharp mind. But that jock in her class underestimated her, made romantic advances towards her. She declined with dignity yet the fool pressed in, when his devout friend tried to reason with him he was left beaten. She knew she had to pull the trigger, but not a single soul could figure this.
She befriended the big bundle of testosterone, the jock thought it was his due. He was too idiot to suspect anything else. She gained his confidence and then one day when he was up against a very rough soccer team, she tampered with his boots; to gain his trust she had to gave up her virginity but the focus on the end result kept her moving.
The result was imminent a sharp tackle and his career ended with a compound fracture. At that day she laughed while taking a bath in her home, she felt exhilarated, "Revenge is surely the best antidote of depression."
The next day she got a letter without any postal stamps, her name was written on the envelope, it was hand written. It read "I know your dirty secret, to redeem you, let's meet at 7th Robins street in the evening."
She was terrified there wasn't any address 7th Robin street, it's her code word for a very special place which only she herself knew , if somebody had something on her, then divulging that in a particular person would left her terribly screwed. She had to silence this nuisance, to threaten that person she took a box cutter and walked towards the given destination.
She never assumed to face this sort of a situation in her worst nightmare, a person clad in a Japanese kimono and a stage mask was sitting on the other end of the table. She welcomed her, "You can throw off your box cutter, that thing won't work against me."
She panicked, how could this woman even know about her weapon?
"I'm a living goddess, nothing of this human realm is beyond my knowledge." she could hear that this masked woman is laughing at her bewilderment.
"But my child you have a great potential, I know you have done that to avenge your friend but that's still a hell worthy vice, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself by serving me." er voice has a dangerous edge, which implied disobedience'll be dealt severely.
She was trying to run herself out of this situation, suddenly she was kicked in her shins and with a lightning speed that woman took out her box cutter from her pocket, "No need to run my child, you are the chosen one, destined to be the general of this Goddess."
"Now let's make a pact shall we?" her voice meant that she wouldn't take no for an answer. She obliged, the woman made a slim laceration on her right index finger, and also made one in her right hand. Then she fused their blood. A cold chill ran down her spine.
Then her training began, how to be a lethal weapon. She was given the sacred teachings of becoming a ninja. She was trained in hand to hand combat and martial arts, wielding sharp weapons, and fusing a killing instinct in her every move. She now had become the ultimate weapon; sharp mind only added to her ammo. She had become the most cunning and ruthless assassin.
She had already killed many, who dared to stand up to her goddess, or the one who became astray.
(Brian Gallo)
Getting a search permit for Brian's room was a very easy thing to deal with. It had already been two days from that stabbing case from the Zoo.
"I think the twerp saw it through, the last thing that I want now is going through Ricky's stuff. I'm sure the twerp will find something interesting. There had to be a reason why Ricky deliberately put me out of his investigation." Vicki muttered to herself while searching through Brian Gallo's stufff. She was the son of the lender Cordellia Gallo who committed suicide after she was unable to get the money back from Monica.
His personal informations, his academic certificates, his porn collection everything got dug up by Vicki but nothing of value popped up.
Suddenly Vicki saw a new diary, "Who the hell was investigating this room? Probably the numbnut Kowalski, how could they ignore this diary.?" She flipped open the pages, it was more like a personal diary though the entries were fairly irregular.
The penultimate entry read "I know why Maman, committed suicide, that witch Monica she didn't return our money. I'll not leave her alone. I'll make her life a living hell."
The ultimate entry was more ominous , "I've the goddess of justice on my side. Now nobody can stop me from avenging Maman."
"Hmm..Maman means mom, but who the hell is this goddess and most importantly what is her role in Monica's murder?" Vicki asked herself.
"Brian didn't seem to be religious at all, I'm yet to find a crucifix over here, still I need to verify this." Vicki stormed out from the abandoned house.
(The dead detective's deed)
Timmy expected this, the organization of the stuff over the table indicated that this belonged to a tidy and smart man. Only out of place issue were the thick coat of dust on the things.
Timmy looked around and got hold of an exercise book, it was much less dusted than the others. "Ricky must have written something current in this." Timmy reasoned.
Timmy opened up the book only to find a picture of a red headed man of his thirties with a blonde short woman around thirty, stuck at the first page. The man looked oddly familiar, the heading beneath the picture read, "Picture of Richard Valentine with Cordellia Gallo in Venice. Taken from the photo album of Monica Petrovich."
There was a picture of a woman around fifty, the heading read, "Cordellia Gallo, owned a lot of debt from Monica. Committed suicide after Monica didn't return her money."
Then there was another picture of a Blond boy who looked oddly like Richard, "Brian Gallo, only son of Cordellia Gallo. Was an eye-witness in Monica Petrovich murder. Is currently missing from work, whereabouts unknown?"
There were questions on the third page,"Brian has a motive but what was the trick? How could he pull it off? If he pulled it off then why is he hiding now? Who was the young girl who ordered pizza?"
The fourth page described possible tricks that could have been used to kill Monica, but everyone was deemed unrealistic by Ricky himself.
The fifth page read, "Clyne has some news. He has seen Brian Gallo coming out from this place, 7 Timothy Drake alley, two days before the murder. He said that he can fix a meeting the person who is currently using that area.
The last thing sent chills across Timmy's back, "So that's how it was. Ricky got dangerously close to the main person, the director of this murderous play."
"He surely loved her with all his heart, that's why he kept her out of this case. The truths would have weighed too much on her." Timmy sighed.
(Den of the devil)
When Vicki proposed that they should theorize this whole case in her apartment, Timmy felt little shocked. Vicki was a no nonsense person. That sort of people never drag their work home.
Vicki sensed his doubts, "Those issues are too touchy to even discuss here. That's why."
Vicki's apartment didn't look that much out of ordinary, the hall was moderate, her dining space and kitchen was also big so was her bedroom. The thing attracted his attention was the size of her bed, it was one of those queen sized beds. A family of three can entirely fit in that bed.
"So twerp first things first, then you can drool on the prospect of getting an invitation for me." Vicki said with a chuckle, Timmy smiled in return.
He handed Ricky's notebook to Vicki. Vicki read it with un-fazed eyes and great intent. The frowns were back, she ended the reading.
"That's why he kept me out cause it involved some very inconvenient character traits of my dad." Vicki sighed, "Such an idiot."
"We found Clyne's body with a rotting corpse of Brian. That means, that person already set the trap for Ricky and killed him. That same person helped Brian to kill Monica using a trick and when Ricky closed on Brian they also killed him." Vicki clenched her teeth.
"Guess what twerp, that Brian Gallo was a convinced atheist yet he refers someone as the goddess and even seeks her help to exert revenge on Monica. This Goddess is probably the same person who killed both Brian and Ricky." Vicki sighed.
"But we have no proof against the owner of 7 Timothy Drake alley." Timmy cried in frustration.
"Do you know twerp, there's a payphone in Timothy Drake street and Veronica received as many as 10 calls from that payphone." Vicki chuckled.
"That means, that so called Goddess also helped Veronica with her planning but when she rebelled, she also poisoned her by using a double of her lawyer." Timmy added.
"There was another unidentified number from which Veronica was called but now it exists no more and the phone was registered under the name of Cordellia Gallo." Vicki stated excitedly.
"That means we are up against a person who plans murders for a fee and silences her clients if they try to tell on her. Goes by the name goddess, probably has a hideout in 7 Timothy Drake street. How about we pay them a visit?" Vicki suggested.
"Fine, it's only 6.30 now, it won't be that much of an issue." Timmy seconded the proposal.
(The hideout)
It was around seven when the duo reached at the given spot, on the way they also came across the ominous phone. On reaching the destination the duo was again astonished, it was drawing school. Aparently some artist had rented it recently and set up his studio and a drawing school for the kid, but the owner of that plot informed, before the artist that same rooms was rented by a mysterious woman who was an oriental astrologer, she always wore a kimono and a Japanese mask. Nobody saw her without the mask; though owner even verified that he had seen Veronica coming out from there, when Timmy showed him, her photo.
Timmy asked, "Why the hell did you rent to a person, who never showed her face?"\
"Well,she splashed 10 kilos on me. So what else I can do?" the owner tried defend himself.
"Though we couldn't catch them but at least when we showed him Veronica's photo a good info came out." Timmy wasn't much disappointed for their apparent blank fire.
"Get back twerp." Vicki was again switched on to her gloomy mode.
"Twerp, I wanna drink. Do you wanna be my drink buddy for tonight?" Vicki asked in a very demanding tone.
"Fine, what'll be there? Gin?Vodka?" Timmy asked.
"Nope, Scotch, that was his favourite." Vicki replied.
"She must be very troubled by now, despite the lead we couldn't catch the culprit, I'm pretty sure that she is beating herself up on that and getting drunk to drown her sorrows." Timmy became little sad.
Upon reaching the apartment, the duo came in and settled themselves down. Vicki prepared the drinks ans the two detectives gulped their liquor simultaneously. It was almost 6 pegs down, Timmy by no means was a light weight but his head felt little heavy and fuzzy.
"Hey, twerp...do you realize your statuss...?" Vicki was drunk yet the seductive tone was very much making Timmy hot.
"You, are good...you look like him, you talk like him and even you care for me like him...why you can't be a man like him?" Vicki was clearly drunk and Timmy knew that a wrong step now and he might envy the dead.
Vicki strode towards him with drunken steps, "You, I like you. Are you big enough? Sir Twerrp?" She pushed Timmy over the bed and started undressing him. He tried to resist, but apparently a drunken Vicki was stronger than a sober Vicki.
"Yay...you're hard. I'll ride now, run run my horse." Vicki rode on his erect member and moved her hips wildly.
The ecstasy blinded Timmy, soon his senses became numb.