Vigilante Cop

It was pouring down, which in a sense was very fitting. Standing below your umbrella at the side of the road you watch as his widow and their kids drove off. The service had been beautiful, rain or not, and you hoped that it would help his family find peace, or whatever you can call landing on your feet after you husband and father has be torn away from you. Personally you weren’t searching for peace. The only thought on your mind was bringing those responsible to justice.

At 27 years of age you had only been on the a few years and had partnered with Jack Higgs for all of that time. He had taught you all you needed to know and, besides being a great mentor, you had developed a personal friendship with the man. During the last six months the two of you had been attempting to find the heads of a mayor criminal organization in the city, responsible for distribution, trafficking of not only but persons too, prostitution and lots of other stuff. The last lead you had followed had led to the shooting and killing of you partner, Officer Higgs.

“Miss Wood” you hear and turn to see your boss, Frank Roberts, “How are you holding up?” he asks.

“I’m alright,” you reply, after the shooting he told you to take some time off and a couple of days ago you send a request for a leave of absence.

“Now, take the time you need and remember we have people employed if you need to talk… about anything” he tells you.

“I know…” you reply, knowing that you didn’t plan spending your time mourning. It didn’t take many days from the shooting before you made up your mind that you were going to find the top dog in this organization, that is what Jack would’ve wanted you told yourself, and to do so you’d come to the conclusion that your had to go outside of the . Too much indicated that someone had eyes and ears on the inside to continue down that track, whenever a deciding piece of evidence was close evidence had been corrupted, witnesses threatened or worse and finally a cop had been killed.

“Good, whenever you feel ready to return just give me a call…” Roberts tells you, “Don’t worry kid, we’re gonna nail them on this one!” he say before jumping into a car which pull up to the curb.

“I know I am…” you mutter as you begin to walk down the street to your car. Since coming to the conclusion that you would do whatever it takes you had prepared a fake identity and made arrangement to leave town for some time. You would no longer be Office Kimberly Wood from New York, but Kim Chapman new resident in the city of Miami, the place where the last leads you and Jack had found indicated that the organization operated from.

For it to work you haven’t told anybody about your plans and if not for what Jack had taught you and the anger boiling within you would most likely had scrapped the plans already, but damn it if they got away scotch free.

It’s been four days since the funeral and you are sitting at the kitchen table of your new small Miami apartment leafing through the evidence you have on the organization, attempting to decide how best to get on the inside.

In the area it seems like they are operating a warehouse, but how to infiltrate it? If you got a job there, you most likely wouldn’t gather much intelligence that you didn’t already have and it might not lead to the big fish that you were after. They also had a nightclub in the city, a strip club to be more precise you had found when you looked closer into it after arriving, and while you had the body that those establishment where searching for you weren’t sure if you could perform such acts and whether it would give you the results.

Another piece of evidence pointed in the direction of some private property linked in some way to the organization. One was a mansion outside of town and another was yacht down at the marina, but you couldn’t just show up at either place, you had to be invited somehow…

“What to do…” you think out loud, weighing up your options.