What was I going to say? That I WAS in fact researching the mafia because I was working for them?
I was about to lose my cool, when I remembered Sergeant Marx. His undercover case that he had abandoned now.
"I wanted to take part in Sergeant Marx's undercover case. Sergeant Bellingham told me about it, and I wanted to impress my father, so I did some research," I told the detective.
"Did he give you permission to use those files for research?" the detective asked with a cocked brow. Captain Parker was still looking at me with a demeaning expression, and I wanted to badly to grab the crutch that held him up and shove it down his throat.
He contributed to William's trauma, and he was going to pay. I would make sure of it.
"Yes," I gulped. "He did."
I hoped Sergeant Marx would cover for me. He was one of the only superiors that actually treated me with respect and helped me out.
