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Date Posted: 21:36:15 08/08/03 Fri
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter Sixty-six
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

A/N: I apologize for the very long wait. I had hit some writer's block and the muses were cruel enough to hit me with some other ideas that wouldn't leave me along. Here is a bit more. Thanks to all who's sticking around. Ya'll are the greatest! Let me know what you think. Enjoy =)

~*~

With the manila envelope securely held in her hand, Faith easily strolled into the busy precinct. The desk Sergeant that was managing the front had left his post to break up a fight nearby along with two other officers. Faith quickly took the opportunity and slipped the package into one of the slots of the ‘In’ racks.

She turned to leave but stopped when she spotted an old man with blonde hair on the pay phone. Instead of using the phone, he looked straight at her and gave her a slight nod. Just as he hung up the receiver, the double doors behind him burst open.

“Males to the right, please. Females to the left. Let's go. Let's keep it moving. Males to the right. Females to the left. Very good. Very orderly and very quiet, please.” Jake ordered as he and a few other officers ushered the small crowd. “Males to the right, females to the left.” Jake’s commanding voice pulled Faith out of her trance.

Faith blinked and shook her head. The old man was gone. She looked around the crowded area but he wasn’t there. Could that have been Lazar, the man Ian was telling her about? She had no time to contemplate over the idea she needed to leave, now. However, Sara’s partner, Jake McCarty, now blocked her only exit. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath when she spotted the wielder coming up from the rear.

She let out a sigh and blended into the background. Waiting for the moment to leave without being detected by Sara. Faith stood in the corner, her head lowered, but her eyes glued on Sara’s every movement. Her voiced echoing in the distance, “Anyone acquainted with the deceased flesh peddler, Mr. Prospero McQueen, please raise your hands.”

Nearly everyone in the crowded area raised his or her hands. It was Jake’s turn to ask the questions, “Anyone not acquainted with Prospero, please raise your hands.” The hands that were raised dropped and only a slight few had raised his or her hand. Jake gave his partner that ‘this is going to be a long day’ look. Sara closes her eyes and drops her head back for a moment. Sighing in frustration, she opened her eyes, and brought her head back forward. The blade began to swirl on her wrist and that was when she noticed the large manila envelope, with her name on it, sitting on the desk.

Faith watched as Sara picked up the package, turned to her partner and said, “Hey, rookie. Give me a minute.” In the distance, Faith could here her partner, Jake, sarcastically reply, “Oh, sure. Take two, ten, an hour. Leave me here.” From where she stood, Faith could see Sara’s back. It was obvious she was watching the tape.

A moment later Sara got up from her desk and suspiciously looked around before closing the door. Faith could only imagine the shock and confusion Sara must be going through right now. To be watching her late father on a tape confessing the knowledge of a corrupt league of police officers. Not only that but the mention of her current captian, Bruno Dante to be the White Bulls’ leader.

Speaking of the devil, Sara’s antagonistic captain happened to stroll in with two other officers flanking on either side of him. Faith waited in anticipation as Sara, who was called back by Jake, reappeared from her office. All, except Faith, were oblivious to the incisive look Sara gave Dante as she passed him. Faith waited in anticipation to see if Sara would act upon her feelings after viewing the tape. Sara gave Dante one last scathing look and concentrated her anger and confusion to other matters.

“Hey, hey,” Sara started confronting one of the female prostitute who was currently hassling Jake, “We got a dead pimp. Your pimp. Can you prove that you didn’t kill him?”

The woman quickly stopped her protesting and stared at Sara. With a raised eyebrow she answered, “Prove it. No.”

“Well then why don’t you sit down and shut up.”

The woman pressed her lips together in a pout, rolled her eyes at Sara, and walked away. Faith smirked as she watched how well Sara handled that woman. Sara shook her head in irritation. “May be I explained it wrong?” Jake shrugged his shoulders, “How the hell do you find the truth when everybody lies?” he asked.

“I asked my dad that question once. He answered, ‘Diogenes.’”

“Diogenes?” Jake replied.

“Yeah.”

“Who’s Diogenes?” Jake asked again.

“Look him up,” Sara shortly replied. With a sigh, Jake turned around back to his paperwork.

Sara eyes wandered over to a woman sitting on one of the benches. Her odd behavior catching Sara’s attention. Unlike her friends, she sat there quietly. Trying her best not to be noticed. She started looking around the precinct, as if paranoid something was going to happen to her even while in the protective custody of over thirty police officers. Sara continued to watch her, when suddenly the blade threw her into a vision. Faith noticed the faint glow of the blade on Sara’s wrist and realized what it was doing.

The blade showed Sara the deceased victim arguing with someone. She was never shown the face but from the badge that was clipped on his belt, the shooter was a cop. The blade then showed her that there was actually a witness to the murder. It was the blonde woman that was sitting in front of her.

Sara was pulled out of the vision when the same protesting prostitute snapped her fingers in front of Sara’s face. “This is discrimina…” But quickly stopped, and moved on to Jake when she realized Sara was not paying any attention to her. Sara’s focus was intent on the blonde woman.

Jake and the prostitute began to argue until Sara spoke up, “Hey Jake, let her go.” She said over her shoulder. Not bothering to take her eyes off of the woman.

“What?” Jake answered, confused by Sara’s order.

“Let ‘em all go. All except this one.” She pointed to the blonde woman.

“Are you nuts? We just spent the last two hours rounding ‘em up.”

“Cut them loose, Jake. Put this one in an overnight hold.” The woman looked up when she realized that Sara was referring to her and began shaking her head. Nervously, she turned her head towards the direction where Dante and another officer were standing. Sara followed her gaze, and so did Faith. Sara recognized Orlinsky standing with Dante. She knew something was up. Therefore, she decided to find some answers with the one person who would be able to help her. “I gotta go see somebody.” With that said, Sara walked off. Leaving Jake behind to handle things.

“Right now? Thanks a lot partner.” Jake protested while watching Sara’s retreating back.

Faith sat there for a few more minutes. Watching Dante heatingly talking to the man who was standing with him. Dante pointed in Sara’s direction and the officer hurridly walked out of the precinct. No doubt ordered by Dante to follow Sara. Faith walked out and walked over to her car. After getting she turned on the GPS and smiled, grateful that she had placed a tracker on Sara’s bike.

~*~

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