IN BLOG WE TRUST – Part 4

Captain America -
Detective Gordon twirled the standard #2 city issue pencil between his fingers as he studied the preliminary autopsy report.

The white male had indeed been shot twice in the chest at close range. But the gun used was only a 9mm not the large caliber weapon the patrol officer initially reported. Well initial impressions are often well intentioned but just as often wrong. Rookies make mistakes. The close range most likely accounted for the discrepancy.

Aside from the COMPANY I.D. found in his wallet there wasn't much to go on except a single red hair. So someone got close enough to the departed to pump two shots into him without being seen and leave only a red hair behind.

He turned around looked at his computer monitor and began typing...
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Old NFO -
Alderson limped into the Detective squad room like a bewildered elderly man who was lost. He walked over to Det. Gordon’s desk and placed his cane on the corner, leaning on the front of the desk.
In a quavering voice he asked, “Scuse me, are you Detective Simmons?”
Gordon glanced up from his computer and replied, “No, Simmons works on the next floor up. What do you need Sir?”
Pointing to the bandage on his head, Alderson said, “I got mugged and was told to make a report to Detective Simmons, sorry for bothering you sir.”
Gordon, distracted, turns back to the computer saying, “no problem sir, up one flight and directly over this office.

Alderson limps out and goes up the stairs, finding Simmons exactly where he was supposed to be. Alderson makes the report of the mugging, gets a ride to the ground floor on the prisoner elevator thanks to one of the Sergeants, and eases out of the Precinct. A gypsy cab is waiting and he carefully maneuvers into the back seat.

The cab driver pulls away from the curb and hands Alderson an earbud and small but complex radio, asking, “How did it go?” Alderson holds up one finger as he removes the fake bandage and places the earbud in his ear.

“Are we secure?”
The cabby flips a switch on the meter and nods. Alderson keys up the radio, waits for the encryption to sync and starts his report, in a quiet competent voice. “Base, 201, Gordon’s desk is bugged, couldn’t physically get to him, so we will need somebody to brush load him later. Did the mugger dump on Simmons, got a desk bug and a collar bug on his coat, and gave him the back office numbers in case he tries to contact me for a follow-up.”
LT Ambler replies, “Base Roger. Any guess as to whether Gordon is Company or not 201?”

Alderson thinks for a couple of seconds, “Base, probably not, he doesn’t look like their typical recruit, and he doesn’t seem to be sweeping this under the rug.”
Ambler, “Understood 201, be advised two Company personnel, one male, one female showed up at Rosakoff’s apartment just after the Detective arrived. No further info at this time. We just got a good download on the bug, so I’ve got Gordon’s case file. Autopsy is in, looks like he picked up a red head at some point. We need for you to shadow the funeral home, pics and audio if possible, no video in case they are scanning. Any potential Company surveillance, get out of the area. Pushing location now. Out.”
“Roger Base, out.”

Looking at the ‘cabbie’, Alderson asks, “Any more questions?”
The cabbie glances in the rear-view mirror, “Nah, more shadowing I take it?”
“Yeah, the funeral home… I need you to pick up what ever fares you can especially leaving the funeral home. Video, at a minimum audio on all, any DNA scraps you can get. Be aware of two Company personnel, one male, one female. Don’t know what their interaction was, but they popped up at the apartment before any notifications were made. They might be players.”
The cabbie nods as Alderson gets back into his old man persona…
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Snigglefrits -
Winchell opened the door to the apartment building for Jackie.

“Winch, chivalry is about as dead as your tie and car.”, she laughed as she stepped through the door. They rode up the elevator in silence, Winchell studying the graffiti scribbled on the wall. “Hey Jackie, isn’t this your phone number under ‘For a good time call’?”.

She was scowling at him when the doors opened. As they stepped out, they noticed a crowd gathered in the hallway near Mikal’s apartment. Jackie’s pace quickened to a near run as she heard the word “found dead” trailing from someone’s mouth. As she reached the crowd, she realized it wasn’t Mikal’s door everyone was gathered around, but the door to nosy old Mrs. Patterson’s apartment.

The maintenance man had gone to her apartment shortly before to fix her radiator and had found her dead on the kitchen floor. Neighbors were gathered postulating on the cause of her death. One suggested a heart attack, another stroke. “She probably did die of a heart attack caused by her own mind racing when she thought she’d seen something.”, Jackie whispered to Winchell. “Remember the night the three of us worked on the Smithson project? You left around 11:30 and I walked out 10 minutes behind you? Well, she’d told half the floor we were having some kinky threesome activities that night. Nosy bat.”.

“Jackie! Don’t speak ill of the dead.”, Winchell jokingly admonished as he started knocking on Mikal’s door. With just the pressure of his knocking, the door swung open. Jackie stepped through the door. “Mikal? Hey Mikal, it’s me, Jackie and Winch. Your door was open…”.

She stopped in her tracks. “Whoa! When did he get a maid?”, she asked. Winchell stepped into the apartment behind her. He was shocked as well. He’d never seen Mikal’s apartment so clean and neat. Hell, the last time he was there, there’d been a pair of dirty underwear on the kitchen counter. Now, the only thing out of place was this being Mikal’s apartment.

“Winch, go see if he’s in the bathroom.”, Jackie suggested. “Why me?”, he questioned. “Because you’re a guy, guys go to the bathroom together, so you go look and see if he’s in there and fell in the shower or something.”.

Winchell knocked on the bathroom door. Finally he cautiously opened the door, flipped on the light and found it empty. “Not in here either Jackie.”, he hollered back toward the living room. As he turned to leave, he noticed the one thing out of place in the whole apartment- a hairbrush. Mikal had been bald for the last ten years. He picked up the brush as Jackie entered the bathroom. “I checked his answering machine, nothing on it but my eight calls from earlier…hey, who’s hairbrush?”, she trailed off.

Winchell shrugged. “Don’t know, but by the looks of it, she had long red hair.”
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Momster
As Winchell and Jackie were making their way to Mikals apartment Amalee was moving quickly and quietly through the streets making her way to the helicopter hovering close to the ground in an empty lot a mile and a half away. As she approached the chopper, a hand extended through the door and pulled her up and into a passionate embrace. Rough hands ran trough her long red hair and pulled her closer for a punishing kiss. Amalee moaned deep in her throat and return the kiss as her hands roamed down his backside.
With his hands still in her hair, Dirk pulled back and asked. “Everything go all right?”
“Why do you ask? I know what I’m doing.” She replied.
“I know it’s just that you’re a little closer to this one.” He started running his hands over her lush curves.
“You mean because I was married to him?”
“Yeah that would be it.” Dirk replied sarcastically “Does the company know they hired you to off your ex?”
“No they only know me as Amalee not Andrea and once I knew who the target was I saw no reason to tell them.”
“Did you hate him that much?”
“I would have killed him for free but getting paid makes it all the sweeter. “
“Why did you marry him?”
“He bought me nice things and he was good in bed. “ She smirked.
“So you’re ok with killing you ex and the father of your children?” Dirk asked.
Amalee snorted, “It was a job they paid very well, hell, and I’d kill my own mother if the price was right.”
“You really are a cold heated bitch aren’t you?” Dirk said kissing her again as the helicopter flew off into the distance.

As Jackie waited for Winchell to open the door to Mikal’s apartment building she watched a dirty white panel van drive away, barely registering its presence she soon forgot it. The van and its occupants were far more important then she could ever imagine. The two men drove with out speaking until the sound of a cell phone ringing broke the silence.
“This is Jack.”
“Is it done?” queried the voice.
“All spic and span nobody will ever know there was a body there.”
“You’re sure.” The voice continued.
“Not a trace was left, we’re safe.” Jack assured him.
“You know what you need to do now.”
Jack looked over at his partner Jim and rolled his eyes before continuing, “We know we need to get rid of the body and all other evidence connected to it. Don’t worry we know what to do. By the time were through nothing will remain of the looser.”
“You can deal with the police evidence and detective Gordon?”
“The evidence is no problem we have a contact in the department and Gordon will dealt with one way or another. When we are through there will not be a trace left from this hit anywhere. This is one bad penny that won’t be turning up a gain.”
“You better be right or this whole thing could fall apart.” The voice said.
“Trust us it will be done.” Jack replied.
“Try and keep the killing to a minimum.” the voice replied.
Chuckling Jack turned to Jim and covered the mouthpiece with his hand, “They want us to keep the killing to a minimum.”
Jim snorted, “What fun is that?”
Jack laughed back and answered the voice.” You got it; we will only kill when we have to.”
Both men started laughing as they continued towards police head quarters.
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RT -
"SLAP!"

"Dirk, we have work to do," Amalee said while rebuffing his kiss.

"Damn, woman, you're harder to read than blog-story writing fest! No, bother. We're ready to land. Call forward to The Company and tell them Darkhorse is coming back to the stable."

"Got it. Oh, and the kiss really wasn't that bad."


Back in Winchell's car, Jackie was examining the brush they took from Mikal's apartment. "Did he know anyone with red hair?"

"Other than Andrea? No, not that I know of, but I really don't care so much as I am wondering what happened to Mikal."

While Winchell seemed just like a concerned friend, he just had that nagging feeling that he was now caught up in something he couldn't get himself out of. The pensive look on his face wasn't lost on Jackie, though.

"Something bad is going on, eh?"

"Yep."

"Guess, we can only trust each other, eh?"

"Yep."

Jackie, not satisfied with one-word answers said, "Look, you've got to talk about this, and we have to debrief, as the big guys say. What do you say we get some Chinese and go back to your apartment to try to figure out what the hell is going on."

"Umm..."
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