48. Broken-Hearted

Megan stopped her jeep, turned off the light and watched Jason from afar. She wondered what that asshole was up to. He was standing in the darkness of an alley, in front of a small garage, waiting for something. When the street cameras located him near that mechanic’s garage, she hastily drove there and since then, she had been discreetly watching him.

She would have arrested him right there had it not been for the orders of her superior. The chief commissioner made it clear to her that he would sack her if she took things in her own hands tonight.

She pouted, thinking about this. Apparently, a freelance reporter called up the office an hour ago and said that he intercepted a call between a dangerous drug ring leader and Jason Wagner. Why couldn’t everything be simple?

God, she was tired. She reached for her beer, took a good sip and pressed a speed dial to call up Cassandra. Her friend answered within a few rings and she asked, checking in on her, “How’s the luxury?” There was a sl