Fractured Lies (MAC Security 1)

“That’s your contact information, a non-disclosure agreement and your job description.”

“Non-disclosure?”

“Yeah, it’s straight forward. You can’t say anything about the cases or what goes on here.”

“Okaaay…”

“You’ll be given access to everything we have access to. Apart from the safe. You’re gonna know things that a lot of people would like to know.” He leaned forward, continuing, “Things that are dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” I squeaked.

“You won’t be in any danger. But you need to know that what we do here is important.” His eyes held mine, a warning shined through.

“And what is it you actually do here?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He leaned back in his chair and stretched his long legs out.

I read and signed both contracts and put my job description back on top of the pile. Tyson stood and pulled the book that had ‘Meeting’ on the front from under the papers.

“Ready for your first meeting?” I stood, pen in hand and took the pad from him and clutched it to my chest nodding.

He towered over me, my eyes were level with his chest so I tilted my head back to meet his eyes.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He smiled then, his teeth glinting in the sunlight that streamed through the skylight.

“Come on.” He flicked his hand toward the door and followed me out.

*~*~*

Kitty and Luke were already at the table when we approached. Kitty smiled wide at me. I smiled back then looked at Luke. His fingers flew across the screen of his phone until Tyson sat down.

He sat at the head of the table so I took the seat next to him, opposite Kitty and Luke.

Tyson pulled off his beanie hat and ran his hands through his hair. Placing the pad on the table, I opened it to the first page and wrote the date at the top.

“Okay, guys, any finished cases first?” Tyson asked them.

I looked around the warehouse, expecting to see Evan. All the computer screens were switched off, the chair pushed neatly under the table.

“I finished up the Knights Case last night.” Kitty pulled a folder off the top of the pile that sat in front of her and held it out to me.

“Just needs to be written up,” she said to me, I took the folder and placed it next to me.

“Okay,” I said in a small voice. Written up?

“Luke? Any luck with the Jakeman case?”

“Na, Boss,” his rough voice said. “Still following leads.”

Tyson nodded, shuffled through the papers that sat in front of him and handed each of us one.

“Charlie asked me to look into this,” he said as way of explanation. I scanned it, not able to make much sense other than it was a man they suspected ran a drug ring. I was about to ask who Charlie was when Tyson carried on talking.

“He caught one of the dealers, they gave up some information.” He pulled something out of the folder, spun in his chair and stuck a photograph on the wall. It was one that they would have taken when he got arrested.

The first thing that jumped out was the man’s eyes, almost black and pure evil. His neck was covered in tattoos climbing up the side of his face. He was the kind of person that would make you feel like you needed to cross the street so you wouldn’t have to walk passed him.

“Phillip Shore.”