SayuriJP
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Chloe Garret left the bathroom and sat at the old counter table opening a file with her body still wrapped in a towel. She pulled out a few pictures, placing them over the wooden surface before checking the papers. There were several notes she did along months.
That's why she ended in that motel room outskirts of the big city. Chloe was investigating about a ghost. "The Crew", as they were simply called, were considered by most law enforcement officials to be little more than a myth, and urban legend, a boogie man that other criminals used as a scape goat in order to deflect blame from themselves and also waste the time of police investigators. But she knew better, she knew that they were not only real, but that they also had their hands in nearly every area of criminal enterprise imaginable. She'd figured out that they lived a nomadic lifestyle, traveling from one area to the next as they ran guns, drugs, women, and anything else that they could sell. Always managing to stay off the radar and making sure that there was always someone else to take the fall when the law came calling. For years they had duped everyone, but now it was time for that to end.
Ignored by the authorities, she knew they were real and they were very active, running every criminal activity in the State. Drugs, guns, women, anything profitable and everything illegal, they had their hands on it.
Why that gang was out of the radar, she wasn't sure. If they had tentacles inside the law, she would find out. After all, she was close. Very close. After a lot of dead ends, she finally was getting something real after several months of work. By a local drug dealer, she had found out that was gonna happen some drug dealing in the abandoned warehouse in that seedy neighborhood. It was the most consistent info she ever got about the gang and that was an opportunity to not miss.
She knew that it was gonna be her ticket to the big league. It all happened when she was after info about an old friend of her who got hooked into drugs and was found dead in an alley. At some point, her investigation about the source of the drugs became difficult to follow, and that's where the loose ends where pointing to the Crew, but none was able to help her. None but that drug dealer she has been following from the beginning. Even getting information from him took months of pressure. That's the proof that she was after something bigger than she ever imagined.
Chloe stood up and threw the towel over the chair she was sat. Few minutes later, she was already checking her camera, making final adjusts before taking her keys and her iPhone over the old furniture where there was an older TV.
She checked herself one last time in a narrow but long mirror. Discreetly wearing a pair of jeans, red blouse and a jacket, she locked the door and entered into her car, driving off to the warehouse which wasn't too far from the motel. That part of the city was forgotten by the authorities as it looked so different from the modern civilization she was used to live. Chloe knew that it was a perfect place to make business without being noticed.
But she was ready to reveal them to the world.
That's why she ended in that motel room outskirts of the big city. Chloe was investigating about a ghost. "The Crew", as they were simply called, were considered by most law enforcement officials to be little more than a myth, and urban legend, a boogie man that other criminals used as a scape goat in order to deflect blame from themselves and also waste the time of police investigators. But she knew better, she knew that they were not only real, but that they also had their hands in nearly every area of criminal enterprise imaginable. She'd figured out that they lived a nomadic lifestyle, traveling from one area to the next as they ran guns, drugs, women, and anything else that they could sell. Always managing to stay off the radar and making sure that there was always someone else to take the fall when the law came calling. For years they had duped everyone, but now it was time for that to end.
Ignored by the authorities, she knew they were real and they were very active, running every criminal activity in the State. Drugs, guns, women, anything profitable and everything illegal, they had their hands on it.
Why that gang was out of the radar, she wasn't sure. If they had tentacles inside the law, she would find out. After all, she was close. Very close. After a lot of dead ends, she finally was getting something real after several months of work. By a local drug dealer, she had found out that was gonna happen some drug dealing in the abandoned warehouse in that seedy neighborhood. It was the most consistent info she ever got about the gang and that was an opportunity to not miss.
She knew that it was gonna be her ticket to the big league. It all happened when she was after info about an old friend of her who got hooked into drugs and was found dead in an alley. At some point, her investigation about the source of the drugs became difficult to follow, and that's where the loose ends where pointing to the Crew, but none was able to help her. None but that drug dealer she has been following from the beginning. Even getting information from him took months of pressure. That's the proof that she was after something bigger than she ever imagined.
Chloe stood up and threw the towel over the chair she was sat. Few minutes later, she was already checking her camera, making final adjusts before taking her keys and her iPhone over the old furniture where there was an older TV.
She checked herself one last time in a narrow but long mirror. Discreetly wearing a pair of jeans, red blouse and a jacket, she locked the door and entered into her car, driving off to the warehouse which wasn't too far from the motel. That part of the city was forgotten by the authorities as it looked so different from the modern civilization she was used to live. Chloe knew that it was a perfect place to make business without being noticed.
But she was ready to reveal them to the world.
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