As I got back to my place I turned the glistening silver key into the shiny gold-colored handle. My apartment was nothing special, plain wooden door, messy place, one bed, and a very small bathroom. However it was all I needed. I always have a bit of money to spend and a crappy apartment. I could win money quickly, but every time I got six figures I gave it away to those who needed it. I still keep a bit. I sat down on the faded, brown leather couch to drink my soda. The white walls weren't really a complement to it, as they were chipped and worn. I grabbed the TV remote, and turned on the 19" flat screen TV, the only nice looking thing in my apartment besides my many business suits. I didn't like dressing casually, class is my thing. I turned on the TV to a crime show, and figured out the killer in about the first ten minutes to find out I was correct every single time. They make it too easy. I laid back and put my head and feet on the arm rests. I like to relax after my day. Maybe I use my brain too much and get tired quickly. Who knows? I looked through my phone, and looked at my contacts. Half of them were dishonest people who gave me a chance to make a quick buck, and the other half were girls that started hating me a while back. But, if they can't handle me like I am, I don't need them. I slowly crept off the couch, groggily walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. I chugged it down and laid on the couch. Before I knew it I was asleep.
Meg's POV "Meg!" I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Kianara. "You fell asleep at your desk last night," she said. Kianara hands me a coffee. "Thanks." I take a sip. I looks over the files that kept me up all night. "Sorry, this whole Maskmaker case is really bothering me," I tell her. She nods. Then Kianara drops a folder on my desk. I look up at her. "What's this?" I ask. "You need to relax. I was supposed to work on this but you need it more than me." I look trough the file. There's a man about 27 with unkempt brown hair. "Who's this?" "Wesley Benson." I stared at the photo. "What's his story? Car thief? Murder?" Kianara shakers her head. "He's very observant." I raise an eyebrow. I can tell there's more than that. She sighs, knowing the look. "The Chief thinks we could use him on the force. But there is something else." "What is it?" "Someone else wants to get him first. Your job is to keep on eye on him." I sigh thinking about it. Easy enough. But for some reason, I have a bad feeling about it.
The rain fell as I woke up to my phone ringing. I quickly pulled it out of my jeans and put it up to my ear. It was a deep, raspy voice. "So wesley... I've observed your skills." It said menacingly. "Quite the intellectual match for me. In fact I hope to talk to you again." He hung up, and the number was blocked. There was busses and cars in the background, people yelling for taxi's. He was a local. He was smart enough not to give me anything else for an exact location. I figured it was nothing but a harmless man trying to be close to my level. Maybe I am wrong? I walked out of my apartment, down the street, and stopped at a local diner. I walked in, it was relatively new looking. It had to be, it was way too nice inside. The marble countertops were shiny and uncommon, the walls were pure white. And the chairs were a velvet red type color. I sat down on the shiny, red cushioned, metal stool and waited for my waitress. She came hastily, she was most likely new. She was probably struggling with making enough money to get by, her wedding ring and over all stress told me so. "Hello sir, may I take your order?" She said with a fake happiness. "Yes. I'll have bacon and eggs, and some sausage please." I said already calculating the bill. I took the money out, along with twenty dollars extra and handed it over. She looked at it, leaned over the counter and hugged me tightly. I gave her an awkward acknowledgment by patting her back and letting her hug me. Twenty dollars can make a big difference. After she let go, she mouthed a "thank you" and walked away. I turned around and looked at everyone. There was a drug dealer, a rich CEO hiding from the media because he made some bad decisions, and a dramatic teenage girl trying to hide her boyfriends from each other by making plans on different days via text. I wasn't interested in any of this, so I turned around and realized my plate was here. Along with a note that read: "Dear Observant Stranger, Thank you so much! Not many would give me such a tip, and you seem like an angel sent from heaven! Noticing my problems and contributing to help was the best thing that has ever happened. It may not seem like much, but you just paid for my meals for the next two days. I don't have much, and I make the money last. Thank you so much, thank you. Sally." I actually started tearing up. Of all the dishonesty and deceit I've made through life, to have such a kind heart write this note made me feel so much better about myself. It reminds me that through it all, maybe I still have a chance in life to do something good.
Meg's POV "I don't even know where to star!" I said to Kianara. We walk into a dinner. "How about by relaxing. Take deep breaths." I listen to her and slow my breathing. We take a booth near the front. We're just paranoid like that. "This is going to be a disaster. Finding one guy in all of New York City isn't the easiest thing to do." The waitress comes and takes our orders. "But I have every available officer keeping a look out. I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere." Kianara looked hopefully at me. "Yeah, sure." I brush my brown hair away from my face and rest my head on my hand. I look over to the counter and almost cried out. "Kianara?" I ask. "Isn't he the guy?" I pointed to the one sitting at the edge if the counter. "He looks too small. Probably not him." I sigh and look away. It looked exactly like the picture. Maybe Kianara is wrong. Or maybe I am too stressed out.
I will update tonight for sure! I have some friends I'm going out with tonight but I'll update when I'm back.