A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

The authorities soon cracked down on Henry Texton. After he was fired, he further indulged in gambling and had to borrow money from illegal private banks. He could not return the loan at the deadline and borrowed more from other banks to pay off the previous ones. Finally, one of the irritated loan sharks shot him.

And it was such a coincidence that among the guys arrested for battery in the alley near the college, one of them worked for that very bank. He confessed to ordering the hit on Henry.

The illegal banks were the targets of the police investigation this time, and his boss fled before the fighting happened.

The case was closed, but Jimmy still did not feel right. He talked to his Captain in private to confide his doubts. He wanted to trace from the lead of Chasin Group because Henry’s girlfriend went missing at the same time Henry got shot. And she had asked her friend to help keep a CD containing Chasin Group data.

The Captain asked, “Where is the evidence? Witness?”

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The Captain said earnestly, “Now is the critical moment to crack the gangs. We need to focus on this task. Stop chasing these vaporous rumors. Besides, with anything related to the Chasin Group, we have to be very cautious. Now even the Mayor has to treat them with deference. Last time after the investigation of the anonymous accusation letter, our chief had to call him personally to pacify the matter.”

“Anonymous accusation letter?”

Captain waved his hand and said, “It has nothing to do with us. It has been proved that it was framing and layout of thin air.”

“Or maybe not,” Jimmy muttered.

Captain gave him a glance, “You know Chasin is the star enterprise of our city. It is now undertaking the World Trade Center project, the landmark building of the city. And they had built the Malady of Sea Square and other charity projects before that. They have a good reputation among LA citizens. And even Mr. Fox is rumored to marry the Mayor’s daughter.”

He laughed and concluded, “Anyway, that enterprise is a brand of our city.”

Seeing Jimmy still frowning and disapproving, Captain patted him on the shoulder, “Jimmy, your performance is excellent after you were transferred to the criminal section. I named you to lead the team in this task. Don’t make trouble for both you and me.”

And he said in an obscure way, “Something we can only do after being instructed.”

Jimmy got back to his desk, feeling depressed. He thought of Kate’s sad smile and the words she said to him, “I trust you only.” His heart was overwhelmed by impotence that he had not felt for quite some time.

He thought of Uncle Jack. Jimmy had worked as a policeman for five years, participated in many cases, and won many prizes. But for this case and the person he cared for most, he could do nothing. He was disheartened.

He opened the drawer again and took out the notebook that he pinned his hopes on.

Tristan got back at about 10 pm and saw Kate was having dinner. She didn’t give him a look when he entered. He frowned, “Why do you eat so late?”

Laura, who was serving the dishes, looked awkward. He understood immediately. Kate was having a tantrum.

After the outbreak of the day before, she started a cold war of non-violence protest. It was not acute, but she kept him aware of her bad mood or even fury all the time.

The food was rich.

Tristan sat down and asked Laura to bring him a set of plates and cutlery. He had a meeting on the project progress, and the food he had ordered was cold. He felt uncomfortable in his stomach lately, so he didn’t eat much of it.

Kate bent down her head and focused on the plate in front of her. Tristan didn’t care.

He moved the roasted chicken closer to him and cut a big piece from it. Soon he found that she would not touch any food he moved close to him. She would take from the plate that was close to her only.

He moved almost all food closer to himself one by one on impulse. When she reached out her hand for the croissants in the basket that was closest to her a few seconds ago, she found it was gone. She put down the fork and stood up to leave.

Tristan said coldly, “Finish what is on your plate. My food is not to be wasted.”

She stood for a few seconds and stared at him silently. Then she sat down and finished the remained vegetables on her plate and then left.