I Will Find You

(Damon's POV)

I stood at the window in my office to look over the city. Tipton Enterprises was the tallest building here in Nashville. It was easy to look down upon everything else from here. There was always something a little calming about looking at everything. For me anyway.

When I had finished up with a frustrating meeting or had to make some tough calls I always liked to come to the window. Sometimes when I was really pissed off the only thing I could do is come to the window and look down. Watching the flow of traffic and everything around me helped clear my head and calm me down. Of course sometimes I looked over everything because I was bored and had nothing else to do.

Lately though, I had felt a little uneasy when I looked out at my surroundings. I had a threat somewhere in the mix here. A threat that had made it clear they were still out for me. This asshole proved he wasn't afraid to be around my family. So I kept finding myself coming to this window in an attempt to spot Amethyst and Sterling's school from here. Just to make sure things were in order.

Now it's not like I could see inside them or anything. But as long as there were no emergency vehicles or anything that looked wrong it made me feel slightly relieved. I had security at all locations where my family was and made them check in hourly. It may seem extreme but I was willing to go to whatever lengths I needed to. I was prepared to keep them safe at all costs.

I turned around and headed back to my desk. I wanted to check in with the detectives. Since this man had been out maybe he had stirred up some trouble. I doubted it, it seemed he was playing it safe right now. He couldn't exactly try killing me if he were in jail or anything. He had to be careful if he wanted to finish the job and keep his anonymity.

I punched in the numbers to the station and the phone began to ring. "Hello?" The familiar voice of the detective came over the phone.

"It's Damon Tipton." I spoke to let them know who was calling. "I know that the case has seemed to go on the back burner but I was wondering if maybe anyone had looked into it further and gotten anywhere?"

The detective let out a sigh. "I'm sorry Mr. Tipton. We don't have any further information for you at this time."

I could feel the anger and frustration begin to rise inside of me. "Hold for a moment please." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Of course." The detective responded.

I pressed the button to place them on hold and proceeded to throw the cup holding all of my pens against the wall. Their literal job is to try to find out who these criminals are and they can't even be competent enough to do that for me. It was getting clearer and clearer as time went on that the only way this would be handled was on my own. I had expected that though.

I took a few deep breaths to calm back down. My anger had gotten the best of me but I was taking back control. This was not worth any risk of falling back into my PTSD. I had too much at stake and needed to make sure I remained calm and collected, even when it came to the punishment I would give this Zach.

I picked the phone back up and took the detective off of hold. "Sorry about that. Can you connect me with Detective Jones?"

"Sure Mr. Tipton." The detective spoke and placed me on hold and put me through to the one requested.

"Damon, it's been a minute since I've heard from you. Have my colleagues been treating you well?" Detective Jones asked.

Jorel Jones and I had a history of our own. He was someone I had gone to highschool with and we had a somewhat trustworthy relationship. He was the one I called when it came to dealing with getting information for me. The chief of the department was willing to help me handle things as he was scared of pissing me off, but I rather deal with someone I knew first hand.

"Well it would be alot better if they knew who my damn shooter was." My annoyance was clear in my tone.

"I know." Jorel sighed.

"I need something from you." I changed the subject. I didn't ask to talk to him about my shooter.

"Well I figured that's why you're on my line." Jorel responded. "What can I do for you this time?"

"Has anyone by the name Zach or maybe even Zachary been brought in for anything recently?" I asked.

"Damon." He paused. "Do you know how popular that name is? There's at least five a month, probably more who get arrested or brought in. Nashville isn't exactly small."

"I'm aware of that Jorel. This is important." I responded dryly.

"Umm, okay. I'll see what I can do." He caved in easily.

"Just the reports from the last six months would be fine." I wasn't sure how long this Zach had been in town. For all I know he could've been arrested and that's why it took so long for him to come back to try and finish the job.

"Of course." I could tell in his voice Jorel wasn't thrilled about this project I had given him. "Do I even want to know what this one is for?"

"Probably not." I responded honestly.

I didn't exactly hide that I was using information for my own purpose. As long as I cleaned up my messes they minded their own business. It's not like I had actually killed anyone, just brought a few people damn near close to being dead. My reasons were always good and they hadn't exactly been good people. These people then were either too afraid to tell the truth because they were guilty or because they were scared. And the police never really felt the need to question it further.

Again that might be because the chief in charge would practically do anything to keep me happy so he wasn't on my bad side. This is how I got background checks so quickly as well. It's also how I got access to documents others couldn't or surveillance footage that was deemed off limits. The powerful presence I held over this city definitely held it's advantages.

I finished my call with Jorel and stood up from my chair. I walked back over to the window. I looked back down on the city again. Looking over everything that was going on. This Zach was out here somewhere, right now.

My voice was dark as I spoke to myself. "I will find you motherfucker."