****3rd POV***

Betty slapped the junior's desk to the fierce rage that had pierced through her chest.
A few heads from the other officers jerked up and towards her. But a single scowl was enough to have them looking the other way.

"Who the hell is this guy?" She groaned straightening.

"His file was expunged" An innocent redhead Martin said. One could see the tremble of his fingers on the keyboard.

Beatrice Bianco, the most ruthless detective in New York, was now a regular officer here in California after she attacked and killed a criminal who was a crucial clue in an ongoing mafia case. She had been demoted and transferred miles from her husband and son.

The humiliation and anger was now pushing her to present a bigger case so that she can be reinstated. And Jackson Raynatt, felt like her big breakthrough.

The anonymous tip that had been left in her email wasn't even about a stupid romance between Jack and the teenager. It was something far bigger.
It stated that he ran an underground organization that was involved in all kinds of atrocities, from cold murders to human trafficking. All the dark activities that ruined the reputation and lives of thousands. And if she could find convincing evidence other than a simple email, then she could have her glory back.

Saving Annie from such a monster was just one of her many tasks.

"I'll catch you Jackson Raynatt. Please make trouble." Betty breathed staring at the space near her.

***. ***. ***.

A fresh cup of hot black coffee. It's aroma was more useful than the drink itself, or as Betty liked to put it, smells active the brain before taste reaches the buds.

With her messy golden hair twisted around a pencil to hold it on the top of her head, she rattled her keyboard while her hawk eyes remained glued on the pictures and writings on the computer screen.

Day two had ended in another unsuccessful and frustrating turn. But nothing would put out the fire burning in her soul and the thirst to crack this case. Why was his records expunged? What were they trying to hide about Jack?

She inhaled and exhaled.
Her fingers typed in every possible crime, trying to force a relationship between the ugly killings and a Jackson Raynatt. But nothing came up.

His name was only associated with a small business he owned...a jewelry store.

"Fuck! Gawd!" Betty groaned withdrawing her now aching fingers. She had typed so much that the tips of every finger had turned pink. Yet nothing was as painful as the silence in her little apartment. She was willing to stay awake for days just to catch the bastard red-handed and be on a flight back to New York. If only it was as easy as it sounded in her mind.

Sigh!

She picked the gray cup and rested it between her lips. One sip, then put it down again on the table next to the computer.

A photo of Jack in a dark blue suit smiled at her.
And she could only think of how wicked the smile looked. Did he grin like that as he shot his victims? Did he appear so unapologetically handsome while stabbing other people?

"The horryfying monsters are always the beautiful ones!" Betty breathed before returning her fingers on the keyboard.

Just as she was about to type, her screen went black.

"What the..."
A glitch maybe? She concluded and clicked any key. But it only seemed to make it worse. The blackness was overrode by the green numbers flowing like water down the screen.

"No! No-no-no!"
Beatrice wailed as her brain registered what was happening. Someone had just hacked her computer. And if that wasn't enough, the green numbers collected to form what looked like an egg that had a brilliant smile. Then it was all dark. Only her fuming reflection could be seen on the screen.

She grabbed the hot cup and sent it flying across the room to smash against the wall.

"Fuck you Jackson!"

****Note; gosh! I suck at third POV's. Bear with me. Hahaha.****

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