As soon as Jacob replaced the phone receiver, his intercom buzzed.
“Detective Alexander.” said the communication officer. “There is an important call on line two. The caller claims to have information on someone named ‘The Fist’.”
Jacob’s heart raced with adrenaline even thought these cases never turned out to be this easy.
Jaxon received the call. “Detective Strong,” she answered.
“Yo, I’ve got info on The Fist’s crib. Interested?” The male’s voice sounded muffled over the line, as if trying to prevent anyone from listening in on the call, or to disguise it from her.
“I’m listening.” She heard a car honking and muffled conversations other people were having in the background, so she knew he was calling from a public place.
“I can’t talk on the phone. Meet me at the junk yard on Fifth and Monroe.”
“Who is this?” Jax put her finger in her other ear so she could muffle out all the noise from everyone else working around her.
“10 a.m., don’t be late, and only you and Detective Alexander. If there are more cops, I don’t show.”
Jax waved over Jacob and mouthed to him that the phone call is about The Fist.
Jake slid a notepad to her so she could jot down any important information. She took down the address, the time they were to meet, and the fact that he was calling from a public phone.
“Hey,” she started to say, but the line went dead before she could finish her sentence. She hung up the phone and turned to her partner. “We have a tip about The Fist.” She relayed the conversation to him.
“Where is he? Let’s go get him.”
“Not that easy, partner. He wouldn’t give me the place.”
“Why do informants do that? They insist on meeting to give information instead of just giving it over the phone?”
Jaxon shrugged. “Let’s go get that information.”
“Lead the way.”
They got in the car and headed to where the meeting was going to take place..
As they made their way, Jake turned to Jaxon. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this meeting.”
“I agree. Somethings not right. It could be a trap.”
“Let’s just hope the information this person has is worth all of this cloak and dagger stuff.”
“I guess we will find out when we get there.”
Jacob checked his watch as they arrived at the designated place. “We’re five minutes early. Keep your eyes open for anything out of the ordinary, Jaxon. There could be more than one. Let’s also have backup standing by just in case there are problems.”
Jacob called for backup to be ready. They walked to the designated spot, and waited for the person to show.
“This is not a very safe place to have a secret meeting, especially when we don’t know the person.” Jake took a deep breath, and looked around at all the piles of junk. “Have I ever told you how much I hate waiting, Jaxon?”
“Yes, you have. You remind me of that fact every time we are on a stakeout.”
Just then, a figure stepped out of the shadows beside them. “Are you alone?”
“Yes, we are,” said Jake. “Now tell us what you know about the Fist.”
“The Fist is taking control over all the major crime families and street gangs. However, he has to answer to someone stronger than him. And that person who could become the ultimate Crime Lord or King Pin in all of Avalon City. He has taken hits out on all the major crime bosses in the area, and has hired the best assassin to do the job.”
Jax looked at the man in the face, memorizing his features “Do you know who the assassin is?”
“I don’t know his name. Heck, I don’t even know what he looks like.”
“That’s pretty standard with assassins.” Jacob regarded the informant and saw that he was getting more and more nervous. “Can you tell us anything else?”
The informant glanced around cautiously, back to the detectives, and then around the area again.
“What is it?” Jacob asked.
“I have already told you more than I should have, and my boss is going to kill me. I have to go. They’ll notice if I’m gone too long.”
Jaxon offered her hand to the informant to shake. “Thanks for the information. It will help”
The informant looked around nervously again, then shook her hand.
Jacob handed him his card. “Call us if you remember anything else.”
The informant took it slowly, and then walked back to his vehicle the two detectives didn’t see before and drove away.
Jaxon noticed that Jake just seemed preoccupied. “Jacob, are you okay?”
“Yeah, Jaxon, I’m all right.” He sighed and gazed off into space, running Rachel’s murder over and over in his mind, trying to figure out if he missed anything.
“Thinking about Rachel again?”
Jacob nodded. “I know ‘The Fist’ had something to do with her murder. I can feel that he did. I just can’t prove it yet. It’s so frustrating. I think I have a lead, and then it leads into nothing. Then what I think is some evidence turns out to be nothing as well.” Jake slammed the steering wheel with his fists in frustration.
Jax placed her hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get him Jake, I promise. Now let’s get out of this junkyard. It’s giving me the creeps.”
“Thanks, Jax.” Jake started the car, and they took off back to the office.