Chapter 19

Faline

He wouldn't be able to tell anyone how long he sat there. How long he watched the water, watching tears fall into the pond. He did what he thought was best, did what he thought was going to save everyone. But he made one promise. One god damn promise to himself, to protect Apollo, and he couldn't even fucking do that. He couldn't be here, yet something was only pulling him closer. He had to get out of here, he couldn't just torment himself. That's not what leaders do. He reached for his phone, typing a number in. It ringed for a moment before a low voice answered. "Hello?" 

He sniffled, rubbing his nose. He didn't say anything yet, but he could hear the person on the other end move. "Faline? Baby are you ok?" The low voice asked. He sucked in a breath. He needed to speak or else this conversation would be useless. 

"G- Gucci…" 

Apollo

He quickly slowed down as he made it to the police station. It seemed almost all of the roads were cut off. He quickly got out of his car, running up to Monique, who was crying. His first instinct was to hug her, but he stopped himself. "What the hell happened? Where were the officers in the building."

She sniffles, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know. They were knocked out and placed in a fucking alleyway! I'm glad they only burned the stuff inside instead of the actual building. But guess what?" She said, tapping her foot and looking up at him. Oh, she was really mad. 

"What?" He asked hesitantly. He still was hurt on the inside from what Faline had done. But he couldn't focus on that. He had other problems to handle. "They took every gang's file. Every piece of fucking evidence of all the gangs in the area, and took them!" Apollo frowned. "Well, how do we know that they didn't just burn them?" He asked softly. 

"Because they only burned the things inside the folders, they left the actual file folders o the floor. But there were three missing. KG1, KG, and BB." Apollo slowly nodded. She sighed. "Come on, let me show you the hell hole they turned our workspace into." She muttered. Apollo slowly followed her.

Her phrase hell hole was understated. It was a mess. There was confetti on the ground and tables, with chairs fallen on the ground. Tables were tipped over, and the entire place smelled of smoke. Computers were thrown and hit with what seemed like a bat or hammer. The walls had holes and there were burn marks. He couldn't imagine how it must have been before it was cleaned. 

He wiped his hand over the messy desk, ash coming up on his pale fingers. He sighed. "It's probably not safe to be here. Let's go outside." He muttered, walking back out the door.