Gordon scoffed, “And who do you think cares? All they told me was that the kid had a gift, and it wasn’t supposed to be ignored.”
Flipping through his credentials, Chadwick was snowed at all the opportunities the boy had already achieved at such young age. Perfect grades were one thing, but being awarded by the three different academic directors from ivy league schools, was another. Eying him for a second time, Chadwick handed the folder to Gordon.
“I’ll keep an eye on him,”
“Thank you,” Gordon nodded, turning away from the gloomy crime scene.
“I’ll pick him up at seven,” he waved.
Tilda obtained her composure by crossing her arms over her chest as soon as she felt the guarded presence of Chadwick behind her.
Nothing about the crime scene seemed right. And like everyone else on the case, she had received the only tangible evidence, from a tiny spectacle of a bloody note, left inside the victim’s cracked jaw, that read.
“I’m back,”
“We need more detectives,” she murmured. “I don’t want him feeling pressured.”
” Let him get comfortable. Then we’ll see what goes on from there.”
Her body angled towards him, squeezing her forearms to block out the bitter cold. “Have you called her?”
“Who?” the crunching of the snow drove them away from the conversation, to study the kid remove a digital camera from his sachet.
Click!
Tilda grinned at his hesitation. “Malina,”
“I don’t think that includes you,” he responded, placing his hands in his pockets.
“She’s my best friend,” Chadwick snorted, while looking behind them. “I don’t let her know what I do to the people that fuck her over,”
“And what is that?”
Tilda beamed slowly, showcasing her perfect teeth. “Fuck them over,”
“Okay, well I’ll let her know Sherlock. In the meantime, keep your nose on your face. And your swearing to a minimum. There are children here,”
Four feet from a tree, with a six-inch arm extension. Finger nails, torn from the struggle. Hair, almost completely frozen. Face, buried in the snow before, but turned over to identify. Who were they? What did they do for a living? These were the facts and questions Soo asked in school. So, these were the facts and questions that he would ask for the case.
“Where is your housing?” Soo clutched the frame of his camera. His eyes tore away from the red setting and was brought to Head of Russian Security, Officer Chadwick Aldemir.
“Hello, sir. Soo Jung.” The firm grasp of Chadwick’s gloved hand registered in his mind that if something was to go wrong, he’d hurry to find him.
“Chadwick Aldemir. We are both happy and extremely cautious to have you on this case”
“May I ask why?” Soo straightened his camera bag on his shoulder.
“You are very young,” Chadwick turned to stare in to the victim’s bloodshot eyes. “The field is a dangerous place,”
“I trust to take serious security defenses. I read the contract,” he answered confidently.
“Sometimes a contract is nothing but a jumble of words,” Chadwick taught. “But you are under my eye of protection Mr. Jung. Which means harm will be inflicted on me before you.”
“That’s not very comforting.” Soo grimaced.
Chadwick patted his shoulder. “Oh, it will be,”