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|• Chapter Four: Part One •|

"No I didn't fucking know. She's not going on our next mission, you better fucking keep her here. I'm going there by myself,"

"Anson, you know that's against the policy. You need backup, your not going alone. It's too dangerous." Will sighed,"I don't want to make arrangements for your funeral just yet,"

"Then find me a new partner. Ella isn't coming with my on any more trips, she's not going to be apart of this one if she's not going to take the medicine,"

"I think your going to have to tell her that yourself..." he sighed.

"She's already pissed off at me! Will, can't you just casually tell her that she can't go till she's stable?"

I stood up from the seat, pushing back the chair a bit,"I'm serious Will, I want to help her I just...I directly can't go to her and tell her about it," I ran a hand though my disarrayed hair.

"I'm not getting you a new partner, Ella will be fine with you, just get her to take her medicine and we won't have anymore complications," Will looked at the paper he was scribbling on,"Hey, what were the numbers I gave you?"

"I'm not worried about some freaking numbers you gave me, I want to know that Ella is suitable to work with me so I can go to work,"

William smiled,"Numbers Anson, tell me them," he said before he scribbled down a few more words. William moved the mouse on the computer clicking on something on the screen and they typing. "I don't remember them,"

"Well I do," he moved his fingers up to the top of the keyboard.

"Then why's you make me think? Or even had me try to remember them!"

"You can't do your job clueless, just like how your clueless on the numbers I asked for. You've got to remember every detail, and then make sure only you know it,"

"That's irreverent to what we were talking about,"

"Actually..." William smiled,"it has everything to do it. It's our victims birth date. February 25th, 1999,"

"Wait. The victims a minor?"

"Afraid so," he said,"from the looks of it, Rixtons eighteen or nineteen, I haven't figure it out,"

"what could an eighteen year old do that would cause him death..." I trailed off, running my hands over my face,"how has he not gotten caught?"

"I'm not sure. It's pretty hard to find anything on the kid, he has no criminal record, no house, he doesn't even have a car title, like there's hardly anything besides some Facebook posts," William turned the monitor over to me, he scrolled up and clicked on the Facebook icon. "See," he handed me the mouse.

A young figured boys face was covered in what looked like a ski mask, and a thin black jacket. He stood in front of a brick building, holding up his hands with his thumbs sticking up and his index finger sticking forwards to the camera. "Do you know what building he's at?" I looked at William,"It looks like the high school Leanne went too,"

"Oh, it does, hold on," he took the mouse from me, scrolling up and then typing in 'A.B. Miller High School' in the search engine. He scrolled down and clicked on a photo of the school from the outside. "That's it," William clicked his tongue and then the pen before he scribbled down the school name. "It's what? Twenty minutes from here? You and Leanne will probably have to go, well have Ella stay home with Brand." William explained,"And then—,"

"Why can't Ella come?" Only if she did take her meds.

"I'm not gunna let her go on a mission, and Leanne is the only other person who's on our team besides me who can go out there, plus Leanne went there, she could impose as if she wanted to go talk to her former teachers or something, it makes sense," he shrugged,"Why don't you and Leanne get ready, I'll send you guys later today, since it's still pretty early...let's say, around uhmmm, noon?"

"Noon is fine with me," I pushed in the chair,"keep up the work, I'd assume he's a senior there, so check the senior home rooms or something," I walked back to the bookshelf.

"I am, I am, right now Sir," William laughed. He turned the monitor and then started typing away,"Hey, Anson, remember to talk to Ella about what I said. Tell Leanne to get some work clothes on or something. Sweats won't do her any good,"

"Ey-Ey Captain," I saluted and then laughed, leaving the office. I slipped into the living room, shutting the bookshelf behind me as I made my way upstairs.