It was bothersome for Jessica to climb up all those stairs just to meet someone who has rejected her thrice. She sighed as she went towards the apartment whose door was open.

She was mentally frustrated to see how a detective could be so careless.

She went there furiously but had to slow down as she saw a woman stepping out. The woman had quite wealthy attire.

Jessica was now standing just in front of the woman and she looked at her with widened eyes.

“Looks like Flynn has another guest today. Your hostility obviously attracts people.” She complimented, to which Hebrew was just found glaring at Jessica.

Before Jessica could process anything further the woman looked down and exclaimed,

“Oh! nice heels!”

Jessica looked down and felt a sudden pull towards the inside of Hebrew's house as she saw him grabbing her by her slightly loose shirt. The door was closed by him with a loud thud and Jessica could see how ferrous he was right now. She stood just beside him while her back facing the door. He banged his fist against the door making her flinch.

Placing his head over his fist he sighed deeply, making Jessica wonder what happened between him and that lady. From his reactions, it didn't really seem a pleasant meeting but she didn't have enough confidence to even ask him.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse.

“I umm-” She suddenly blanked out.

“What?!” He yelled and looked at her.

“Uh...I-I found the missing report guy.” She exclaimed.

A sudden reaction of ease could be seen on his face, but a little slight though. He took a second looking slightly here and...there, then he looked at her.

“Come inside.” He made his way towards his glass board.

“Should have informed prior before comi-”

“Never had your number...” She interrupted straight, confidently.

Hebrew looked at her and without showing any obvious expression he sat on an old wooden chair offering Jessica a seat too. She slightly nodded and sat obediently.

“Be straight to the point, I'm a bit busy. Probably...expecting someone.” He requested

“According to the missing report, he named himself as Andrew and had given an address to contact if found anything further.” He nodded diligently.

“So...I went there. But since I had no photo of him no one was able to recognise him. I even showed them the photocopy of the ring he wore but there was no result until I saw the same ring he wore in the footage with an old woman. She was probably...selling her goods near that street....”

~~~~~

“Where did you find this ring ma'am?” Jessica asked the woman politely.

“Find?” She let out a small laugh.

“I make these rings darling...It's a handmade one.” Jessica took out the photocopy of the ring she had and it matched perfectly.

“Then...can you tell me, if you ever sell this ring to someone nearly my age? A guy?...” She interrogated.

Stolen story; please report.

“Many people buy this ring, everyday darling. With my age how can I remember all those customers?” She said.

Jessica nodded as she hit a dead-end. She was halfway walking away when that lady called her out again.

“Yes ma'am?” Jessica quickly responded.

“But there was this one customer I clearly remember who asked me to make fifty more copies of this ring and send it to his address.” She claimed.

“Can you give his address?” Jessica pleaded.

“Umm...but?”

“Ma'am trust me, I'm a detective and he is somehow involved in a murder case.” The lady gasped.

She quickly took out a small diary and showed it to Jessica,

“Make sure to catch him...” The old lady exclaimed and Jessica went away smiling...

~~~~~

“This is it, I was in a hurry so...I tore this page from her diary.” She confessed.

Hebrew took the diary page from her hand and traced it out from his eyes.

“Flower and Dean Street.”

“Anything else Ms?” He looked up at her.

His eyes were monotonous, not giving even the slightest hint of what he was thinking.

“Who was that woman?” She asked, being hesitant.

He glared at her, “None of your business.”

She had no choice but to abide.

“And?..." He knew she had something else to say too.

Folding her arms above her chest she nodded, “I want to be your assistant detective.” He sighed in frustration.

Rubbing his eyes with his right hand while the other was holding the diary page he mumbled, “You can't even bear the sight of the corpse and you want to assist me through this case?”

She looked at her interlocked fingers playing with each other in nervousness, “It was just...so unexpected and I never thought that the murder would be so...so inhumane-”

“The way you think this world is...it is way more haunting than that. You won't even know who around you is lying and who you can trust. A naive like you...can never compete.”

He stood up, “Mr Hebrew...you think I'm incompetent?” He turned towards her.

“I've been handling this case for two weeks now. You don't even know the whole thing, how much more I have to do to prove myself?!” She was frustrated.

Her eyes slightly wet, “I'm halfway solving the first case and you-”

“See...” Hebrew interrupted.

“Just a little provocation...” He slightly bent down.

“Huh?”

Jessica never understood whom she was talking to. Flynn Hebrew was a master of provoking and manipulating people into his talks resulting in spitting the things they are hiding. while Jessica was just a naive detective. Someone who would never be able to cope up with Hebrew's intelligence.

“You...Spoke up everything.”

Jessica looked in Hebrew's green eyes.

“I-”

“I knew everything, just needed to hear it from someone...” He declared.

“You can't even keep confidential to yourself. And so...you can't be trusted.”

He stood upright and turned to go, a smirk formed on his lips. While Jessica sat there in shock, she just now blurted out everything which Winchester had asked her to hide from him. Her heart raced and her breathing became shaky.

While walking towards his room Hebrew turned around, “Go home Ms Lennon, whatever you did till now helped a lot. Now, since I'm here...I'll handle it from now. Make sure to close the door properly. The killer is still out there...” And he went inside.

Jessica stood up, her eyes were completely flooded. All the hard work she had been doing since she came here after completing her studies went in vain.

She just wanted to prove that a woman can be a detective too, a lead detective. She wanted to solve this case, but now she has nothing to do.

She can't go to Winchester, he'll probably fire her from this case. She is not even an assistant detective on this case, now there's nothing to do. But there's one question that has been bugging her lately. She wants an answer to it and the only person who seems to do so is Winchester…