SynopsisKay is no ordinary seventeen year old guy. He's special agent Kameron Yarnell of the FBI, assigned to whatever task the regulars can't handle. With a network of retired and working criminals, and his special talents, Kay is confidant he can take anything life throws at him. Except, that is, when life throws him a thief. A female thief. The Shadow, an international jewel thief has come to the US, and it's up to Kay to catch her. But this Shadow knows a secret. Lurking within the very center of the FBI is a plot that will bring down the entire country. And it's up to her to stop it. What will happen to this headstrong FBI agent when he is caught in this wily female's clutches? That's something you'll just have to read to find out.
“I said he's lying.”
The plain clothes street cop turned and glared at the young man who stood slouched against the wall. The boy wore a simple but neat sweater, a pair of tan pants and shined black loafers. The whole time he had been watching the interrogation with uninterested, unwavering eyes, not caring to say a word. And now he'd chosen to say this?
“I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean.” the cop said, not even attempting to hide his annoyance. “Maybe you should go wait outside. This is no place for a boy.”
The young man sighed and smoothed back his already perfect straight black hair. His entire presence oozed confidence and he turned his light, almost colorless gray eyes on the policeman as though he were looking at an insect. “This man,” the boy said, pointing across the table to the thin man in an orange prison jumpsuit, his face thin and haggard from stress and hardship. “He's lying. He did not kill those people. It's a lie.” The boy gave the criminal another long considering look, his eyes taking in a million things at a single glance. “I'd say he's covering for someone, someone close to him. A fiance perhaps? Family member?”
The man made no movement but the boy nodded. “Yes. Definitely a family member. Regardless, this man is still guilty of covering up a crime, though he didn't actually murder anyone himself. I'd suggest you look into his records and find out who the real killer is.”
The boy started for the door. The cop jumped to his feet, only just barely containing his cry of surprised outrage. The boy looked back at him. “Yes?”
“You-You-How could you possibly-” The cop paused and took a deep breath to steady himself then tried again. “How could you know that he's innocent by just looking at him? You didn't even ask him a single question, you don't know all the facts-”
“I know enough to tell you that he's lying.” The boy replied, his face and features flat and disinterested. “And once I know that he's lying it's a simple matter to figure out why.”
“But, where's your proof? Your evidence? You can't free a man just by looking at him!”
“I didn't free him.” the boy said. “He's still guilty, but he's not a murderer. The rest of it is your job.” Raising a hand in farewell the boy left, letting the door bang shut behind him.
The cop seethed for a moment or two, then took a few deeps breaths and turned to the problem at hand, verifying the boy's statement.
Outside the door the boy paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. A few taps later and his message was sent.
Done. What next?
He waited a second, the a small beep alerted him to a new message.
Good work. Report in. New assignment.
The boy sighed. It seemed his work would never end. With a shake of his head he pushed away from the wall, propelling himself down the hall way and out the door.