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 Carella Jones is walking towards the house leading herself with her white cane in her right hand. She walked carefully as to not fall and make a fool of herself while she was working. She is nervous as always but her face shows no sign of fear and her eyes were covered by her sunglass. As always she knows she was walking in to a danger zone but lives of others depended on her. She was the best at her field of hostage negotiator because she was blind. Her inability to see the faces of the criminals made her suitable to get hostages out safely. As she was walking towards the house she was informed to go to, she heard footsteps coming near her. She stopped as she figuered she had gotten close enough. She knows what comes after this. They will search her to make sure she was not carrying any weapon. She wore a light dress that stopes at her knees and are sleeveless to avoid being touched. When they see that she had no place to hide any weapon, they took her white cane and

James ran over to his partner's as soon as he told him about the drugs in the flower pot. When he arrived, the place was already filled with agents. As soon as he walked in, Doneld ran to him.  "What happened?" James asked.  "When the pot fail on the floor, it broke and two bags just sliped right out from the pot."  "Does this mean the lady from the shop is the supplier?" James asked. They both looked at eachother with confussion.  First thing in the morning, they got a warrant and stormed down at the shop. The lady from the shop got under arrest. Every single flower was confiscated by the DEA and as they were examined, almost more than half had two bags of drugs inside the pots. So now, it was time for interogation.James and Doneld walked in and stared at the lady from the shop. As soon as she saw them, she broke down in tears.  "I swear... Detectives. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything." Her accent made it even

James and Doneld went back to their office and pulled out everything they could find on Carella Mink. Most of her file just says that she has been in the flower buisness for about six years, that she has a son of age 6 called Brian Mink, that her husband died a couple of years back but that was it. There was no more data on Carella Mink before seven years back. And that rose some suspision in both the agents eyes.Doneld still can't shack the fact that he knows her somewhere. He kept staring at her picture that was displayed on his monetor.Doneld and James seemed to be lost. James is almost convinced that Carella is behind all of this and that she is some how related to the Kazel case. And Doneld hasn't said a word as he kept looking at her photo as he moves his head from side to side.  "I am almost positive i know her." Doneld commented to his partner that was sitting next to him. After a few minutes though, all his questions were answered as one of the agents

  James was beyond annoyed. He sat at his desk next to his partner and looked at the closed file of carella Mink- Carella Jones- on his desk. How could everything be clean. Maybe someone tiped her off. Maybe she had everything cleaned before they went to her house.James couldn't let go of the fact that she bothered him too much. He had always been the one to listen to his guts. And his guts has never been wrong. But this time, it's as if, that gut feeling doesn't quite know what to process. Doneld on the other hand seemed to think that Carella was not guilty but that doesn't mean she was not connected some how. As he was roaming the files he could find on the so called best hostage negotiator, he came across a paper. It was her birth certificate. Finally. He thought to himself.  It was impossible to find anything on Carella Jones. All there was publicaly was few articles that were written seven years ago. Most of the magezines at that time

Carella decided to go out with Maria to get more pots for her flowers and new seeds to grow because the agents destroied hers.But because of the feer of being recognized, she barely makes it out of her car.So while Mark and her waited in the car, Maria would go in to buy the kind of pots Carella likes.Carella leans her head against the car seat and sighs heavy. Her lips were pressed tightly against eachother.Her mind rides back to Kalven. Her late husband who was taken from her by a drunk driver. How unluck her life has been.Everytime she finds a way to be happy, the univers takes it from her.She doesn't allow herself to think of him though. Because it made her feel like her scars are being cut open in to a fresher wounds, making her bleed until she feels light headed.How much she misses him. A smile ghosts her lips as she remembers him. The man that playfuly warmed her stiff and cold self. The man who loved her nomatter what. The man who never judged her