LOGINBecca is the most conspicuous and considered interrogator in all of LA. She has the brutality, harsh and cold attitude that brings suspects to their knees but she lacks love, a family and real friends. Nineteen years ago, she was a victim of a tragic accident that took away her childhood memories. She doesn't remember at all her parents, sibling and relatives. Due to a jealous uncle, Dan, Becca lost her brother, was separated from her parents and lost her memory. She was taken in by an old Irish couple who found her unconscious at a tunnel, close to the train terminal. The couple raised her until she was nineteen then kicked her out for her misbehaviour. She became a bully to survive, only that she was never destined to be a bully. Dan used to bully her and her new unfound conscious took after his uncle in order to adapt. Xander, a doctor, claims he can restore her memory back in form of a video. Once she finds out the truth behind the accident, she opts to seek revenge and find her parents. Jeremy, a potential love interest, advices her against taking revenge on Dan but Marlon, another love interest, who is also in the case, advices to take the Mafia down. Black Mail as title is used to refer to dark news or message Becca receives and how she would respond to it.
View MoreStood outside of the large grey LAPD building and taking in the fresh air, staring at nothing in particular. The damp air inside the building was making me nauseous. How do the cops survive in there? Or was it just me?My phone suddenly buzzed in my front jean pocket, jolting me out of my daze. I took it out and looked at the caller ID.Louise boutique.
After two long weeks of recovery and two long weeks of Xander's boring company, I got back to my usual routine. Waking up, having a long cold shower, wearing something dark that matches my personality and showing up at LAPD if I didn't have any interesting engagement. Boring? You'll get used to it."Good to have you back, sunshine." Marlon acknowledged as he appeared through the door to his office, a file in hand.
Becca's POVWhite, bright blinding light! Heavy breathing! Pain at the back of my head, throbbing.It took a while before I familiarised with my surroundings. I was in Xander's lab, laying surprisingly on a comfortable bed, a gas mask masking my nose and mouth.I stretched my hand towards my head to try and massage it.
Xander's POVI had already anaesthetized Becca when Dr. Baldowski walked in. Without much further ado, we connected the machine and set up. We placed nodes on her forehead, at the back of her neck and somewhere between her root hairs on the scalp."This is it!" I said as I took the specialised hospital drill.