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HAZEL

"I don't get it. If we're talking about the same criminal then why not just put the suspect behind the bars?" I almost screamed in frustration.

No body said anything.

Right.

I took my jacket and stormed out. What the fuck is wrong with them? Just because the suspect is related to the country's biggest billionaire, we can't let him go.

Damn rich people. I fucking hate them.

"Hey princess, calm down." I heard the familiar voice. I snapped my head and found Justin walking out with two cups of coffee in his hand.

I took it from him and sipped on the coffee. "Don't call me that."

"Why? Aren't you princess?" He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Jerk.

"You know, you need to calm down. Although you're our team caption, we just can't afford to lose our job, do we? When it comes to money and power, we can't just do anything even if we're detectives in the crime branch." He sighed.

"That's the point. I'm not doing just anything. He's the fucking suspect for killing three people, how can we let him go?" I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"We don't have any solid evidence yet, Hazel. Let's work on it a little more." He added, patting my shoulder.

I nodded.

I looked at Justin who was now staring at the clear sky. I know him from a very long time. We went to the same high school. And God, it's been almost ten years since we graduated high school. If someone would've told me that we'd become best friends, I would've laughed at their poor imagination. I mean I was the most popular girl of our school and he was the most popular boy, football's team caption. We were always the desired couple and everyone thought that one day we'd end up in relationship and we did but as best friends. This stupid joint civil services because of me. He had no idea about his future and when I told him that it's my dream to became a detective, he smiled, asking me to teach him how to clear the civil services exam. We went to the different college in the same city and after that we used to study together for whole night.

"You know, you should be a model instead of cop, you're so handsome that it hurts my eyes." I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "Stop with the sass. And let's to go the club tonight, it's been a while."

I crinkled my nose. "Dude practically every second girl throws herself on you, I'm not going to be your bodyguard."

That's the truth. He's indeed charming. And a hot cop, well who doesn't want this?

"Please, princess." He whined.

Wow. Here we go again.

"Fuck off."

"I heard from somewhere that our suspect would be in the party too." He whistled.

I looked at him in surprise. "Dude, I freaking love you." I grinned.

"Man, after wearing the police uniform for every day, I feel so exposed wearing this tight little dress." I groaned as we walked inside the club.

He snickered. "Shut up, we're here on a mission, stop complaining."

I clicked my tongue. "Lucky for you to say who wears denim and shirt."

We went to the bar and ordered a light drink and when I looked around, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Every fucking woman in the room was already darting her eyes on Justin.

"I don't like when you get all the attention." I murmured.

"Says the one who used to be most popular in high school." He retorted.

"Man, that time I was pretty. I didn't age like a fine wine unlike some people."

He laughed, sipping on his drink and looking around.

"If the suspect doesn't get here then I'm going to hook up with any guy from this club. I need some entertainment in my life." I groaned.

"What about your boyfriend, whatever his name was?"

I gave him flat look. "We broke up last week."

"This was your fourth breakup in last three months, right?" He laughed.

I pressed my lips shut. Asshole.

"Oh, fuck. Look at the guy in black hoodie, he has that tattoo on his wrist."

I snapped my head and found a figure walking towards the washroom.

"Let's go."

We both walked to the washroom behind him. And as if he noticed us, he walked straight to the bathroom and locked the door.

"Are you okay, babe? I told you not to drink too much." Justin said.

I rolled my eyes. Right. We've to act.

"I'm so sorry, I feel like puking." I replied.

After few minutes of our act, the door unlocks and he finally walks out. Justin grabs him and put handcuffs around his wrist. "You are under arret for illegal possession of drugs." He tells him as Justin took out the packet of white powder from that man's pocket.

I smirked. Justin's observation skills are on point.

"Also, you're the suspect for murders that recently took place." I added.

The man had a face mask and hoodie. So, we weren't able to see his face but the tattoo on his wrist said everything.

We took him to the police station and put him in the detention room. Everybody else in the station looked at us in confusion. I slipped out of my heels and tied my hair in a pony. Okay. Let's do this.

"Remove your mask." I said once I seated in front of him.

He didn't respond.

So, I looked at Justin and gestured him to do the honour.

He nodded and in no minute, removed that man's face mask and the hoodie's cap covering his head and when he did so, our jaw dropped to the floor.

"You're a girl?" I asked, not believing my eyes.

"Lend me your phone, I need to call someone." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Name." I asked.

"Ava Barrette." She replied in a heartbeat.

"Age."

"Twenty-one."

"Why did you kill them?" I asked, now getting on the straight point.

"I didn't."

"Call whoever you want. Let me see how you get out of here." I passed her my phone and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Dude, this is so fucked up. Her tattoo matches with the one we have on photograph." Justin whispered in my ear.

After she called someone, I took the phone from her when she finished calling someone.

Me and Justin walked out of the detention room and he sighed. "Let's check everything once again."

I nodded and opened the case file. The tattoo was indeed same and since we've been trailing him, I mean her, from so long, how could we be this wrong?

"Look at the details, the hoodie's same too." I spoke.

Justin let out a frustrated breath. "I don't know but one thing I'm sure about is that we're fucked."

"What?"

He gestured me towards the door. I looked up and saw tens of men in black suit lining either side of the police station. All the higher up officials from the headquarter came to me and Justin, looking at us in anger.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Chief of police gritted his teeth.

"We got call from the ministry of justice. We're screwed and that's all because of you." Another higher officer yelled in a low whisper.

My eyes shifted to the men in black suit who were most probably bodyguards.

I rolled my eyes and waited for the richest man to arrive and grace us with his presence. Note my sarcasm.

And then came a man in navy blue Armani suit as his bodyguards with their guns became even more attentive.

I tilted my head and when I caught the glimpse of his face, the floor beneath me almost slipped.

H-How could this be possible? Am I dreaming? The billionaire Atlas barrette is the Atlas Barrette whom I knew?

"We're extremely sorry Mr. Barrette." Chief apologized.

"Atlas." The girl rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him. He brushed her hair.

"Can I know why my sister is the suspect of murder?" He asked.

She's, his sister?

"We're sorry. There's a little misunderstanding." Chief spoke.

I stared at Atlas Barrette and all of sudden anger shoot through my pulses. I didn't think twice before I went to him and punched straight across his face.

"What the-?" He stopped in middle when he saw me. He froze at his place, his eyes flickering with many emotions.

His bodyguards pointed their gun at me all at once and all the officers in the station looked at me in shock.

"Asshole." I spat, clenching my fist.

"So, you're the heir of Barrette group, huh?" I laughed, my jaw ticking.

He didn't say anything. Just kept on staring at me.

I pull out the gun under my dress and pointed straight at him. His bodyguards were about to come in front of him when he gestured them through his hand to stop.

"You know what, Mr. Atlas Barrette. I can happily spend my lifetime locked up behind the bars after killing you." I said, my voice full of venom.

All of sudden, Justin stalked to him and punched him even harder than I did. His lips bruised and blood started oozing out. "Motherfucker." Justin spat, throwing another punch at him.

I grabbed Justin by his shoulder and shook my head. "Don't. He doesn't even deserve our anger." Justin nodded, taking a step back from him.

I held his hand and was about to walk out of the station when I turned back. "Let it be our last help to you, we'll stop this fucking case. Just get the fuck out of our sight." I said, calmly. "Also, your sister's possessing marijuana, don't you dare to say that we arrested her without any reason." I added.