LOGINMelissa briefed me on what was going on as we stormed out of the station with a lot of other police officers.Apparently, there had been another break-in at the museum and this time the thieves had no intentions of leaving without whatever they had come for, which they had yet to mention.What made it even worse was the fact that they had hostages, locked inside the museum with them.My heart banged against my ribcage at the thought of Theron being one of them, but we had yet to receive any information that could verify if that was the case or not.The officers who had arrived first had formed a barricade some feet away from the museum's entrance, keeping a watchful eye on the situation.Two of them hurried up to Melissa as soon as we arrived."Detective Andrews, we have confirmed that they have four hostages: two lecturers, one cleaner, and one security guard. The lecturers are from the department of sociology and anthropology." The female officer explained.My chest tightened as the
The door closed as I said those last words, so he didn't hear them. I stared at our barely touched meals on the table, feeling a little guilty that they would probably go to waste as I had completely lost my appetite.I spoke to a few other lecturers in the department, none of whom knew half of the things Cynthia had told me. It seemed there was some sort of preferential treatment in the department.Cynthia, Theron, and Paul were the only ones close enough to the chairman of the department to have any useful information. The ready only knew the dates the relics arrived and the days they were stolen.I waited for Melissa on a bench in front of the faculty building, hoping she had more luck than I did. Though, from the expression on her face, that didn't seem to be the case."So, easier said than done, I guess." I said as she collapsed onto the space next to me."Those heads of departments are a real pain to get a hold of, and even more of a pain to get information out of. I couldn't ev
Of course, he was the other lecturer who shared the office with Cynthia."Theron, hi." I greeted, not sure of what to say next."What brings you to my workplace? Did you come to check up on me?" He asked, eyes twinkling with excitement and mischief."Yeah, are you free for a bite?" I replied, going with it."Only if I'm paying." He smirked."Well then, lead the way." I chuckled lightly.I think giving tours and pointing out key details in the area had been ingrained in Theron's blood. I say this because, as he led me to one of the cafeterias within the school grounds, he pointed at random buildings, telling me their names, functions, and the activities that go on there.Apparently, there was this room meant for the celibacy club, but what went down in there was anything but celibate. How he even came to know this, I am not sure."Finally, we arrive at the staff canteen. The place where I get my average work meals to power through the day. Oh, you should come here this Friday, it's our
After talking for a few more minutes, we made our way into the school. With the help of our badges, it wasn't hard to get through their security, but we still had to transport ourselves to the Faculty of Social Sciences by ourselves.I kept wondering if we couldn't have just used our badge to get one of the in-campus buses to give us a free ride."That would be abuse of power." Melissa had stated when I eventually asked."Oh, I didn't think of it that way." I muttered, embarrassed by my negligence."Don't worry, it's a rookie mistake every detective makes. And sometimes, it's absolutely necessary. Just not in this situation." She assured me."Most don't feel guilty for doing it, and they may not even stop after finding out. You feeling bad shows you will make a fine detective." She smiled."Thanks." I nodded, not feeling so guilty anymore.After a few more minutes of discussion, we walked into the faculty building. Melissa was going to speak with all the departmental heads while I onl
I slapped myself across the face, wondering what could have possibly come over me. We were friends and that was it. Heaven knows neither Theron nor I, needed any more complications in our lives.Not wanting Granny's cooking to go to waste, I stuffed my belly with the contents of my dinner and kept the plate on the bedside table as I slept. After a day of eventful conversations, the least I deserved was a peaceful sleep, right?Well, that's what I didn't get. You want to know why? Whether it's a yes or a no, I'm going to say it anyway.I fell into a nightmare, and I mean quite literally. -----My back crashed against the hard ground as a huge figure loomed over me. I tried to look at the face, but the sun shone from behind them. I tried to get up, but I couldn't move fast enough. The best I could do was to turn over and crawl away to put some distance between us.We were in some sort of alleyway with a lot of dumpsters around, overfilled with trash to the point where they spilt over.
I slammed the restroom door behind me, still reeling from anger as I walked back into the bar. I looked over at Jacob and Melissa, they were chatting happily about something. The only thing on my mind at that time was to get home, but Melissa still had my badge, and I didn't want to butt into their conversation.I stood for a moment, my back against the wall as I took deep breaths with my eyes closed. Aside from the combat training at the bureau, I had never actually hit someone. Not that I could recall at least.What really bothered me wasn't the fact that I hit Jason, but rather the reason I hit him. I know friends protect each other's reputations when any is absent, but I couldn't honestly tell myself I had done it just to protect Theron's rep."I need a drink." I muttered, walking towards the bar.I sat at a table some feet from the counter, not wanting to get into a conversation. Plus, it would be a real shame to ruin what I had helped Jacob set up.I waved over one of the wait







