Gone bad for him

Chapter 1

Now as you all can see this man has been killing and transporting illegal drugs and weapons. But everytime we get a led, the evidence magically disappears." The sergeant says as he stands in front of the whole staff.

"Now I have assigned Detective Nash for this case because it seems like the best of the best cannot even tackle this problem." He turns to look at me and gives me a firm nod.

I stand up to the front of the projector and gave Ella a nod so she knows I'm ready as she is the one controlling the slides. The first picture comes up and it shows packages of cocaine.

"As you can see these were the drugs that we found after one of our inside men told us about the place and date of delivery."

The next slide comes up and it shows the weapons we stored in the evidence room.

"These weapons were found on the 12th of July, it had Ricardo's DNA and everyone who was involved with the shoot out but everything mysterious went missing 2 days later."

The next slide came in and it was a picture of a dead man on the carpet in a cheap hotel room. With a glass of expensive wine half drank.

"During this case we found that the glass had finger prints that did not belong to the victim but when we took the glass to the lab... it mysteriously went missing." I said looking at my colleagues.

"Now this cannot be a coincidence. Every piece of evidence we get, goes missing. And I believe that nobody could've done this...unless it was someone from this department." I said taking a second to keep quiet because of the many gasps and mumbling going around the room.

"Quiet!" Sergeant Wilson shouts, making the room dead silent again.

I clear my throat and continue.

"Now it's very much obvious to me that someone in here works for him. And I have to give it to you, you are doing a good job keeping it low key. But rest assured, you could fool them all but darling you cannot fool me."

I say this confidently because I know my shit. Everyone always leaves a tiny little mistake, I just have to figure out what it is.

The problem with the police force is that they always undermine the females. You see this case has been going on for 26 months and yet no improvement.

Sergeant Wilson finally came to his senses and handed it to me. Now within the 30 minutes I had this case I was able to figure out that we have a mole.

And boy am I looking forward to exposing them.

"I will need the biggest office here cleared so I can move my stuff and get to work." I said smiling innocently knowing that the biggest office belonged to Derek. The person who was previously given this case and failed like the rest of them.

Did I really need this office?

No.

But the bitch in me just wanted too.

I hate Derek with a burning passion because of the way he treats the females in this department. He looks down on us and calls us sluts that just want to feel in control.

The bastard is also a big racist. Everyday during lunch he would throw racist comments my way, but because I'm a calm and understanding person. Understanding that he is a complete moron with two brain cells left that is. I don't react to his stupid comments.

Being a black female in this career is hard but then again it's difficult with every career, having people judge you or make assumptions based on the color of your skin or your gender. 

Morons like Derek make our lives so fucking difficult. When Billie, my coworker and best friend defends me, Derek just shits on her too.

He thinks we don't know any fucking thing about the law. Well then Derek looks like a "slut" just took your office.

"Derek you heard Detective Nash, clear your belongings and go to her previous office." Sergeant Wilson said.

He would do pretty much anything to make sure I'm able to tackle this case. Even if it means switching offices with someone.

"But sir she can't just do that, I've had that office since I got here." Derek said trying to hide his built in anger.

"Enough Detective Miller, you have an hour to have the office cleared."

And with that the sergeant left, leaving behind a furious Derek who looks like he's about to cry. Shame.

He turns to look at me "Must've been really good at sucking his dick." He growled.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Get your shit out of my office Derek."

I walked away not bothering to entertain his bullshit. I walk in the evidence room and look at a picture of him.

I'm coming for you Ricardo Sanchez.

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Walking into my house with a smirk on my face thinking about how I dominated this day, I put my keys on the table next to the door and kick my shoes off.

I can't wait to fucking rub it on everybody's face when I arrest Ricardo. It would be a boost in my career.

And don't get me started on Derek's pussy ass.

My thoughts are disturbed by low groans and moans. Where in Jesus's name is that coming from.

I pause my movements to better hear the sound and yep someone is having sex...in my fucking house. I take out my gun that strapped on my hip and walk slowly towards the explict sound.

Now most people would think I'm overreacting but nope. I live alone with my fucking pet dog Rufus. Now unless he learned how to moan like a pornstar then there is an unwanted guest in my house.

Sick fucks think it would be fun to smash in my house?

I'm about to aim straight for the asshole.

As I'm walking closer to the guest room where the sound is coming from, I slowly push the door open using my foot, carefully trying not to make a noise. I peek my gun inside followed by my head and...

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!"