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Jason slowly drove down the road. He heard Allan's question earlier, but was still trying to get his thoughts under control. He felt fine now, but he still didn't understand what happened earlier. He felt like memories of that place were slowly fading. How many floors were in that place again?

He dismissed it for now; he searched, he found nothing. It was time to move on.

"Okay, this is what were going to do. The other two addresses that we wrote down earlier, where going to check out those places too, but not tonight. It's getting late enough as it is and you've been away from your post too long. Besides, I have to go a take care of the body in the alleyway, write a report, and other annoying amounts of paperwork from everything that happened tonight. I'm dropping you back off at the mall."

When the car pulled up at the mall, he copied the addresses down on the notepad before handing one to Allan. He also went and handed him one of his cards as well. "Tomorrow, just call or text me when you're ready, and we'll meet at one of the two locations, which we'll discuss which one at that time. Don't worry, I'll contact your supervisor and clear things up if you need me to, so just give me a heads up. I'm going to make sure we solve this, and make sure this hard work didn't go to waste."

He leaned back in his seat and fished out his phone, punching a number in. "I have to admit though, you handled yourself pretty well tonight. Ever think of joining the police? No offense to mall security, but I think your skills would be better put to use in the QCPD."

"Alright, I have to make a call so I'll see you later."

After dropping Allan off and calling in about the body, he felt at ease that he didn't have to go take care of it himself. He needed some sleep; he worked both a day and night shift today.

Arriving home, he walked home and head towards his bedroom where his wife was sound asleep. He removed his weapons and gear and changed into his pajamas; a t-shirt and boxers.

Slipping into bed quietly not to wake her, Rachel peeked through one eye groggily and smiled when she noticed her husband was home safe and sound. She cuddled up next to him and fell asleep again quickly.

Jason smirked himself before he started to feel sleep overtake him as well. This was the perfect reminder for him that all this work wasn't just for the city, but for his family as well.

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The next morning, Jason was in his office. He put his pen down with a yawn. The paperwork was finally finished. He leaned back and listened to the sounds of the police department outside and around his office, bustling with activity as usual. Phones constantly ringing, the low hum of chatter, the knock on his door...

Knock on his door? He snapped back to reality when his door opened, and his boss walked in.

"Oh, good morning sir!" Jason greeted him.

"Morning. Did you finish the paperwork from last night?"

"Yes sir, here it is."

He scooped it off his desk and handed to him. His superior gave them a quick glance and smiled.

"Good job Tetrick. Now, how's the Mackenzie case coming along?"

Jason thought about his progress with the case. Next to nothing. He was assigned it yesterday, but got distracted with his own personal business. "To be honest sir, not much so far. I heard he hangs around North Boulevard, but that's it so far."

"Well... don't take too long to hop on it Detective Tetrick. We need to find this guy and place him under police protection while we find out what happened to him. Who knows if someone is after his life to silence him from spilling what he saw."

"Any clues to who the culprit could be sir?"

"Well, most people think it's Big Sniper, a killer who's been rising in popularity lately."

Jason remembered hearing that title once or twice before. All assassinations by sniping, and no one has been able to track him down. He was high on the police's Most Wanted list, and he even heard talk of the department planning to hand out a cash reward for information leading to their arrest soon. The amount hasn't been discussed yet, but he knew it would get higher as the assassinations continued.

"I have to take care of some business. Keep up the good work, Detective."

His boss walked out and his door closed behind him, once again muffling the sounds of the department he was in. He had a lot of work to do today. He might need to pull another night shift if things get too hectic. Sighing, he reached for the mug on his desk and took a sip of the coffee he bought earlier. He made a disgusted face before putting it back down.

"Ugh... doesn't anyone know how to make good coffee anymore?"