You walk through the police tape as if you were exactly where you were supposed to be. Only your role here is different.

The colors of several police cars and even more ambulances shimmered in the dark night sky, scaring away animals and attracting all the curious people looking for gossip.

The bomb explosion in the apartment building ended too tragically for too many people. But do you feel sorry for them? Not really. Not when the explosion was caused by someone like you, and yet you can still call him your enemy.

You are a criminal who has a brain instead of a warm and fast-beating heart. You do not listen to what your broken heart tells you when you use only your brain.

Two years ago, a detective named Aaron Alvarez gave you an ultimatum.

“Either you work with us or you will never leave prison.”

The idea of ​​working for the police but still as a criminal was tempting, exciting, stirring every cell in your scarred body to live again.

Who would choose prison? Certainly not you.

The building was huge, and there was at least one victim from every apartment. The hallways were filled with paramedics, policemen, and crime scene technicians.

One of these technicians was your favorite detective, Aaron. He doesn't like your behavior. You play cat and mouse with him, but in this duet you are the cat and he is just the mouse hiding from you. That wasn’t his plan.

After each case you disappear, and you appear when you feel like it and in a good mood. You play with them all, and yet no one dares to fire you. Not when you have too much information.

Aaron went out to the balcony of one of the apartments, where the intoxicating stench of death was rising, to smoke a cigarette. You followed him out and regretted leaving your pack of cigarettes in your temporary rented house at the end of town.

"What now?" He asked, his voice rough, which was clearly caused by his long-standing smoking habit. "Do you have anything?" Smoke escaped his mouth, which immediately spread out into the dark night full of a thousand stars.

"Take care of Robler's gang. I'm sure it's their doing. They hold their meetings by the oldest tree in this city every full moon."

Robler was a man that every criminal, even the weakest and smallest, knew. The police had been looking for him and his gang for several long and tragic years.

"It's pathetic that we've been looking for them for so many years, and someone like you, you only need a few minutes to know everything." He put out his cigarette and threw it over the balcony onto the grass in front of the building. "And what's even more pathetic is that I'd like to see you more often." He put his hands in the pockets of his black suit pants.

See you more often? That was the closest thing to nice words you'd ever heard, even though your worlds are separated by a thick book of law.

Because can a detective and a criminal work together for real?