I was explicitly told not to go after the killer. I didn't. he came after me.
(Complete at 73K words.)
Eighteen months working for the Algol, the interdimensional police force, didn't mean that I had the experience for what I walked into this time.
My boss postponed my leave for three days to give me a chance to help out on the case that put my best friend and trainer in a coma. Legwork only, those were my orders. Interview witnesses, find leads and prepare the information to follow up on them, note any suspects I might come across. How did that put me on the hit list?
I did what I was told. The leads fell in my lap, so I couldn't help but follow one or two. My ex-lover popped up on the suspect list, so I had to followup on that possibility. Then another suspect ended up as a victim, people were using the victims' auras to get through interdimensional security, and witnesses started lying to me. I knew then that I wouldn't be walking away from this case, but I didn't think I'd be hung out to dry.
I loved being an interdime Chaser...just not today.