Chapter 2: Family connections

FBI Headquarters in Miami, FLA
Trying to hide her hangover, Sarah spent more of her time in her office that day looking at pictures from all the “known” crime scenes, given to her by a new co-worker, Tatiana Rivera. She had arrived a few months ago and was a detective, also on the case. She was to be married to her fiancée, Roberto Hernandez who was a special agent also on the case. In the middle of her drifting thoughts she heard, Ring. It was her cell phone. Ring. Where was it? Ring. She looked in her handbag. Ring. Nothing. She looked in her pockets. Ring. She looked in her desk drawers. Silence. There it was, in the top drawer. The person had left a message. The number was blocked. She listened. A male voice talked with a unknown accent; and it sounded weirdly familiar. It said, “Sarah, this is a very important call. This is James, your brother.” Now Sarah knew who it was. Her drunken mind thought, hey coolio. It’s my brother! Then the sane part of her then thought, Oh my God! It’s my brother! Her long-lost brother continued, “Me and dad are still alive, but I’m in America and I have found out about a… mistake your Dad has made.” Dad! “A very dangerous man – as you may know – has been killing Senators. This man is a Don in a Mafia, which centers itself in Maimi. I have information to bring him and his men down.” Should I tell anyone? This message could mean the end of my career! “One of his main hideouts is a old, abandoned warehouse located on 95 Vandam Street in the meat-packing district of Miami. As far as I know, he’s running some kind of drug ring and killing anyone who stumbles upon it. The public has only noticed the policians, because many normal people dissapear every week.” Interesting… Then he started saying gibberish. “ GSV NZM VMVNB LU UZGSVI, DZMGH GL PROO FH. XZOO 8-787-421-4123 GZOP GL UZGSVI.” What could that mean? “The man’s name is Bori…” He was cut off by the sounds of gunshots, from an automatic weapon. A second weapon fired, but sounded closer to the phone. Probably James. Sarah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. There was a yell, from far away. More like a yell you scream when you get shot. Sarah made a little sqeal of exitement, then scolded herself for doing so. Then another weapon fired, and there was a scream more close to the phone. James was dead. Tears sprouted in Sarah’s eyes, and the most random thing possible happened. She vomited. Tatiana rushed in and gave her a trashcan to hurl in.

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The first thing she did after that was rush to her boss and told him that she had gotten an anonymous tip that the “perps” were located on 95 Vandam St. Her boos immediately gave Tatiana, and Roberto the job to check the place out, and if Sarah wasn’t sick, she would have gone too. So Sarah went and worked from home while Tatiana and Roberto went to Vandam St.