Trigger: Day 20

Word Count: 120,030

Year to Date: 900,099

Summary of Events:

When the Billionaire Queen arrived home Spencer demanded she take the money to the police station and confess what she'd done. She refused to do so; as a result, he took the money and left to take the evidence he'd compiled against her to the police, even though he was weary from having not slept in over twenty hours . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

City Hall’s clock chiming that it was nine startled him. He figured he’d probably dozed off for a few minutes, but now it was time to move.

He got to his feet somewhat wearily — and he didn’t think fighting with Rylie had helped his fatigue either — and grabbed the handles of his cape. He hopped off the edge of the building and carefully glided to the ground, actually succeeding in landing right in front of the station doors even though he hadn’t actually been trying to do so.

Pushing open the door, he strode briskly up to the receptionist’s desk. She looked up as if surprised someone would be coming in so early, then startled at the sight of him and screamed before scrambling out of her seat and against the back wall of her office area as if she believed he’d charge through the glass barrier between them and attack her.

An officer, gun drawn, soon appeared from the hallway beside the office area and also startled.

“What do you want?” the officer asked as if he weren’t the one holding the gun.

He removed the USB drive from his pouch and held it out. “I wanted to give this to you.”

The officer looked at it warily.

“It’s just a USB drive,” he said. “It has all the evidence I’ve collected on the Billionaire Queen.”

Reticently the officer reached out and took it, warily looking between it and him for several moments before finally finding his tongue: “Who are you?”

“I am NightOwl,” he replied.

“You, you mean to help us?” the officer asked.

“I do,” he replied.

“So all we have to do is arrest her?” the officer asked.

“Well, at present she’s two states away,” he replied. “It’s my guess she’s making for the West Coast, so you may have to let authorities out there detain her, but all you need to give them for evidence why she should be detained is on that USB drive.”

“Does she have the money?” the officer asked.

“No,” he replied. “I relieved her of that, its location is identified in the contents of the drive.”

The officer nodded. “So you’re trying to help stop crime?”

“Yes,” he replied. “It needs to be stopped before it takes control of this city and all descends into chaos and anarchy.”

Turning around, he walked outside, across the street, and around the side of the building on which he’d been perched before. Using his grappling hook gun, he hauled himself up to the roof and from there glided off for home, where a well-deserved rest after twenty one hours without sleep awaited him at last.