What if instead of Lucy, another girl makes it to being a rookie? A blond haired Russian, under the name Darya Lyubov Sokolov. A vicious, strict yet lovable young woman, who doesn't let herself any freetime beside working and doing her daily chores...
"What is it saying?" Mr Grey inquired, his gaze fixed on the corpse.
It was, again, without eyes, ears and tongue. I didn't have to guess it was another fella from my past. The warning „signs" on poor Garcia Gonzalez, another total stranger told me that clearly.
"We always follow you, Bunny" I translated them the cyrillic letters on the wall. I sighed, turning halfway to Tim, who didn't move an inch from my side. "And in John's place"
"Always in someone's place who is related to you somehow" my T.O. thought aloud, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
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"Must mean it is someone whose family member or close relative I either killed or hurt" I continued the loud thought-exchanging. I turned to Wade. "Did the detectives find anything?"
The man shook his head. "They have just begun the investigation. They needed answers from your previous place, but they refused to hand out any kind of information"
This made me chuckle. The thought of just simply giving the R.S.A. a call and getting the desired information wasn't in the list of characteristics of my previous workplace.
I explained my irony before Tim or Wade could have questioned it. "This is the R.S.A., people. You won't get information out of them if you don't have the connections or a very serious case that they know is serious. My case is nowhere earnest"
"So we need to use you being their ex-colleague" Tim got the hang of things, eyes staring at the corpse as he formed a plan in his head. From the excited way his eyes sparkled, I knew he almost had a full plan ready. He turned back to me and Grey. "Sir, we need to go to Russia"
Wade's eyes widened. "Shouldn't we try a phone call again?"
"They won't answer the L.A.P.D. number again. It was a one-time chance" I replied. "Also, they knew if the caller is a civil, so they won't answer that either. I have to meet them in person"
The sergeant didn't like the idea of his two inferiors, not to mention one of them still being a rookie going abroad for a life-threatening action. That he may not see them again. I mean, for me it wouldn't have been much of a waste, I hadn't been there that long.
Still, he knew I didn't lie about my past experiences. And, if I lied, he wouldn't recognise it, having no experience with R.S.A. So, willy-nilly, but he agreed that it couldn't be done anyhow else. "Alright. But you must take someone with you"
I knew right away who it was.
I almost said Tim, but remembered to use his last name to be formal. I gulped, not liking to use the last name of someone who I had been in a heated fight of kisses.
"I'd like Mr. Bradford to come with me"
The mentioned man's gaze was burning a hole in my back.
The sergeant nodded, eyes wandering from me to Tim, arms crossed in front of himself. He clearly didn't like the idea any more, but what was I expecting. "Book a ticket for the next flight to wherever your last workplace was. The finance will send their prices to your cards, just make sure to get a bill of the purchase"
