Title: Zero
Author: Morgan Dark
Release Date: June 28th 2016
Publisher: Rubiños 1860
Summary:
Kyle Bradford is the envy of Drayton College, but everything takes a turn when a dangerous shadow, hidden in the darkness, starts to stalk him. From then on, his life falls apart. Unjustly accused of being the main suspect behind the robberies terrifying high society, he is forced to prove his innocence. And to do so, he has to find the real culprit: Zero, an infallible criminal who keeps his identity hidden under a silver mask. What Kyle does not know is that his enemy is keeping a secret. A secret he would sacrifice everything for.
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PROLOGUE
The police were the last to arrive. Five
patrol cars. They got out of their vehicles, some of them with pistol in hand,
and quickly regrouped on the stairs leading to the Los Angeles Opera.
By that time, the curious onlookers were
already there. Most of them were upper class. Exclusive spectators who, just
half an hour earlier, were watching the world premiere of Macbeth, and were now
chatting amongst themselves, speculating on the incident that had just taken
place.
The journalists were there, too. As soon as
the news leaked, on-call editors came out charging and were now banging on the
main door, armed with their cameras and microphones. Their group included a
young journalist fresh out of college reporting on the occurrence for a local
television station.
“It appears that another robbery has taken
place. This time, at the Los Angeles Opera. Owned by multi-millionaire Marissa
Grossman, the Empress Diadem has disappeared. For the time being, there are no
witnesses. The thief's identity is still unknown, but it is believed that he
may be…”
“Look!” shouted someone from the group of
curious bystanders. They were pointing toward the rooftop of the Opera.
There he was: dressed in a form-fitting
black suit, a hood covering his head and his face hidden behind a silver mask
with a smile frozen in place. Like a shadow blending into the dark of night.
Not a soul was unaware of who the unknown man with that arrogant gaze was or
what he had done over the past few months. Even so, his presence provoked a
certain strange fascination that immediately drew everyone’s interest and
attention.
“That’s him! Yeah, that’s him!”
Murmurs of alarm quickly rose up from the
crowd of onlookers and the journalists pointed their camera lenses toward the
Opera rooftop, trying to snap the most perfect picture possible of the
mysterious individual. The police were the last ones to react and, at first,
the only thing they managed to do was bring order to the impromptu crowd.
The dreaded one-hundred-million-dollar
thief. The same one who had spent the last six months stealing objects of
countless value. A slippery ghost who committed impossible robberies and
disappeared without a trace.
Nobody knew his real name, because his true
identity was a mystery. The media had christened him as "Zero"
because the name was the closest thing to what they knew about him: nothing.
Since they hadn’t come up with anything better, the police kept using the
nickname. Now, everybody called the shadow the same thing.
“We need more forces! Tell all units in the
area to come immediately. Get moving!” shouted Lieutenant Brown. A hoarse voice
came from his throat, annoyed by the humiliation and anger. Once again… Once
again, he had managed to slip past them… How was it possible?
The day before, the police station had
received a message sent by Zero himself, telling them that his next target was
the Empress Diadem: a sparkling 16th-century diamond, ruby and emerald tiara.
But he didn’t say when or where the robbery would take place. Like always.
It wasn’t the first time the Lieutenant had
received one of these warnings. The only difference was that, this time, he had
moved heaven and earth to stop it. He had sent his best men to escort Marissa
Grossman to the bank where she kept the diadem and then back to her mansion. He
also assigned surveillance patrols and sensors with alarms all over the house.
He was convinced that if the robber wanted to commit the theft, he could only
do it at the Grossman’s house where, in theory, it would be easier.
But he never showed up. Zero didn’t come.
The Empress Diadem remained safe and sound and the officers went back to the
station, where they were received with cheers and applause. For the first time,
they had prevented one of his thefts… Or at least, that’s what they thought
until the Opera director had called them to say that the jewel had vanished
from its owner’s head during the second act of Macbeth. Under Marissa
Grossman’s seat, they found a silver coin: the robber’s unmistakable signature.
From the rooftop, Zero contemplated the
scene unfolding at the building’s entrance. He was totally calm, delighting in
the confused look on the police officers’ faces. He hadn’t the slightest doubt
that they must be wondering how he had done it and what plan he had come up
with this time to take off with the Grossman family’s valuable relic in a place
so full of people, without getting caught. They could keep on speculating.
They would never find him out.
Five
minutes, he calculated. That was how long it would
take the officers to pounce and trap him. He had just enough time to slip away
before they surrounded him. After that, Lieutenant Brown and his men would
search the city, like they always did. They would go into the surrounding
homes. They would search the few businesses that still remained open. They
would create quite a stir, trying to find him. When they were finished, Zero
would already be far away. Maybe peacefully sleeping in his bed, as if he
hadn’t the slightest to do with the fact that he would be the day’s most
important news tomorrow.
Just that easy. Just that simple.
Another impeccable robbery. The twentieth
one in less than six months. Not too bad. Not bad at all, in fact. He stepped
away from the edge of the roof and put the Empress Diadem away inside his suit
for safekeeping.
Only then did he realize that he wasn’t
alone.
A silhouette stood between him and his only
escape route, blocking his flight.
“We finally meet face-to-face.”
They didn’t need to get any closer. Or for
the moonlight to illuminate the newcomer’s face, hidden behind a strange
shadow. Zero was fully aware of who he was. He would recognize that raspy voice
anywhere. His name? Dimitri Cooper. The best detective in Los Angeles and
officially responsible for his capture, specifically entrusted with the task by
the Government.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,
Detective,” said the robber, as if their meeting, far from being a setback, was
an excuse to have a pleasant chat. Dimitri didn't answer. He removed his pistol
and aimed at Zero.
“I’m afraid this will be our first and our
last meeting. I had a hard time finding you, although I finally did.”
Zero
was unfazed when he saw the gun was aimed at him.
“We could say that I’m not too friendly
with the police.”
“You’ve been stealing from innocent people
for half a year, and you still have the gall to make those jokes of yours.”
Dimitri motioned for Zero to move toward him, and held his pistol more tightly.
“You can come over here so I can cuff you now. And don’t try any funny stuff.”
“What funny stuff would I try?”
“Just put your hands in the air!”
Zero obeyed.
“Now, start walking if you don’t want to
get shot.
For a fraction of a second, the robber
glanced at his suit's right-hand pocket. He could see the outline of a small,
rounded object inside… He made no move to grab it. He just stared at it, as if
thinking about something.
“Let’s get a move on!” brayed Dimitri.
He brought his attention back to the
detective and slowly walked toward him, calmly analyzing his rival’s
appearance, so different from his own: his emotionless countenance was chiseled
in stone, with metallic gray eyes that looked like they could drill through
him. He was wearing a trench coat that reached his knees, his police badge
hanging from one side of his belt while his pistol holster hung from the other.
He stopped just a few feet away from
him.
“Good. It’s over. Finally.”
“I’m afraid not.”
Before Dimitri could move, Zero rushed the
distance between them and kicked his pistol. Dimitri couldn’t hang on to it and
it was lost in the darkness. In the blink of an eye, Zero rose up like a giant
behind the detective and grabbed him by the neck, immobilizing him. He had
moved so quickly that it seemed as if time had stopped and he was the only one
able to move from one side to the other.
“I think I remember you mentioning
something about me being trapped, or something like that.”
“You’re fast.”
“I wouldn’t be the
one-hundred-million-dollar thief if I wasn’t.”
“That’s true. But you’ve got a defect that
trumps your speed.”
“Oh, I do? And what might that be?”
“You’re too sure of yourself,” Dimitri said
while closing his fist and then, forcefully, punched his enemy's stomach. Zero
hissed out in pain and surprise. He doubled over, instinctively releasing the
police officer. Now he was the one without time to react.
“Did you really think it was going to be
that easy?”
The robber’s eyes gave off a sinister glint
that made the hair on the back of Dimitri’s neck bristle. He moved back. They
had never been so close. In fact, he doubted that anyone had ever managed to
get so close to the legendary criminal. But now that there were just a few feet
between them, now that he was right in front of him, he felt like running away
and escaping.
He had been on the force for too long to be
intimidated by a criminal who wasn’t even armed. And yet…
There was something different about him.
His presence. His mere existence. Whoever he was, this robber gave off…a
strange aura. He wouldn’t even know how to put it into words. How he moved and
the power he held was disturbing, frightening. Attractive… but as gloomy as the
Los Angeles nighttime sky.
While Dimitri was lost in thought, Zero
took the opportunity to recover from the blow and counterattacked. Just as
swiftly as before, he pounced on his rival and grabbed his arm, spinning around
and throwing him over his back. The officer fell on his side and, for a few
seconds, the only thing he could see were stars dancing around inside his head.
His brief period of reflection had cost him
dearly. “You shouldn’t have gotten in my way.”
“My duty is to arrest you. You, and
everyone else like you,” Dimitri groaned. His entire body hurt. And he had a
broken rib. Or two. For sure.
“I’m not like everyone else.”
“Yeah, I think I’ve realized that tonight.”
“You’d better stop chasing after me. You'll
be the one who ends up getting hurt."
“There’s an easy solution for that. Stop
robbing, turn yourself in, and I’ll quit bothering you.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I…”
Zero’s words were left hanging in the air.
Something drew his attention away. A small black object, fallen at the
detective's feet. His gloved hand shot like a lightning bolt to his right-hand
pocket. The circular object that was there before had disappeared and, in its
stead, there was a remnant of ripped fabric, shredded on the side. His
shoulders tensed imperceptibly.
“What’s wrong? Looks like you’re worn out
from fighting,” Dimitri mocked him.
He stoically bore the pain and stood up. He
couldn’t afford to sit in a corner and nurse his wounds. He had to stop this
criminal he had been chasing for months. Moving forward, his heel drew dangerously
close to the object under the robber’s gaze.
“No!”
The police officer froze, bewildered. He
looked down at the object at his feet. Intrigued, he bent down and picked it
up.
“Now what might this be?”
“Don’t touch that.” Zero wasn’t acting as
calm as he had been before. One could almost feel the tension emanating from
his body.
“Put it down!”
Like a cat, he jumped at Dimitri. He moved
too abruptly and the object slipped from the detective’s hand. It arced through
the air before plunging to the ground.
It hit the rooftop, cracking like a whip in
the air. Almost at the same time, Zero let out a piercing shriek. A metallic
taste filled his mouth and something liquid started spilling out over his chin.
Blood. He let out a groan and closed his eyes to contain the sudden pain
punishing every part of his being.
“Meddling policeman,” he muttered. His head
was spinning as he staggered.
Dimitri held him up, not understanding what
was happening. The pain he saw shooting from the robber’s eyes was no
performance act. Zero was hurt, but how? He remembered banging into him, but
not hard enough for him to be in such a state...
No matter what, he had to do something. He
wanted to catch him, and that had been his goal for six months now. But he
didn’t want his death on his conscience. Not his death, or anybody else’s. He
couldn’t leave him like that. He took a radio from his trench coat and started
giving orders, never leaving his prisoner for even an instant.
“Attention, this is Officer Dimitri
speaking. I need a medical team. I repeat. I need a medical team. I have an
unconscious civilian on the Los Angeles Opera rooftop."
“Who are you calling unconscious?” mumbled
Zero. The object that fell from his pocket was just a few feet away. He tried
to take a few steps toward it. Dimitri stopped him.
“Don’t even thing about moving.” He held on
to his arm more tightly and added, “I already told you that this would be our
first and our last meeting.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Have you seen yourself? I highly doubt you
can escape with the state you’re in.” Dimitri couldn’t help but appreciate the
irony of the situation. Before, Zero had given him the chills.
His presence was almost supernatural. Now,
he looked like a helpless, vulnerable kid… His gaze came to rest on the silver
mask. It perfectly fit its owner’s factions, hiding his face from the hairline
to the chin. After so many weeks chasing him down, so many sleepless nights
because of him, he still didn’t know who was hiding behind the disguise.
He hooked his fingers behind the titanium
hooks holding the mask to Zero’s face. Zero started to squirm as soon as he
understood his intentions.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Are you afraid I’ll find out the truth?”
Dimitri released the titanium locks and the
silver mask fell from its place, revealing the famous thief’s identity. They
observed one another in the darkness. Two enemies, finally face-to-face after
countless chases and escapes. Neither of them spoke a word. They merely
regarded one another. The detective couldn’t believe what he saw. As far as he
was concerned, Zero felt a wave of anger rising up in his throat, consuming his
pain and turning it to fury.
They had found out his secret… They had
found out who he was…
“That’s impossible…” whispered Dimitri. “I
know you…”
Zero grabbed the tranquilizer dart gun
hidden on his leg. Before the detective could utter his name, before he could
even say one syllable, he shot him in the neck. The officer immediately dropped
to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
The thief bent over and picked up his mask.
He put it on again. But he knew full well that it was too late now.
He
knows…
Six officers burst onto the rooftop.
Lieutenant Brown was with them, anxious to avenge how ridiculous Zero had made
him look at the Grossman’s house, at any price. They aimed their guns at him.
“Put your hands where we can see them!”
Zero ignored the order and looked for the
circular object that he had lost. It was too close to the police officers. It
would be impossible to get it back without getting riddled by bullets while
trying. But if he left it behind… If someone touched it… He hesitated. What
should he choose? He knew that no matter what he decided, he would regret it.
So he opted for the lesser evil.
He took out one of the smoke bombs he only
used when urgently needed and threw it to the ground. A gray cloud spread over
the rooftop, covering everything under a dense fog.
When it had cleared, the circular object
was right where it was before. But Zero had disappeared.
The Author:
Morgan Dark is one
of the most original teenage literature writers. Always enveloped in suspense,
as of yet no one knows her true identity. She began writing ZERO after
a hooded man robbed her in her New York apartment. Included amongst the stolen
items was her favorite ring. After ZERO became
one of the most awaited teenage books in 2015, her ring showed up in her house again… in
black envelope with no sender.
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