I glance down at my now cold cup of coffee and roll my eyes in disgust. I turn back to the file on my desk.
Maxwell Frost.
Poor kid. Lost his mother in a fire, then his father to alcohol. Had to take care of his sisters and raise them from a young age.
"Hey, get this, little Maxwell had an abusive ex." My partner, in more than cop work, says. His name is Shane, and he has ash-blonde hair and emerald green eyes. "Little Maxwell" is the nickname he's started calling Max.
I love his eyes.
"Do we have a name?" I ask and he nods from across the desk.
"Kai Larsen." He says and that triggers something in the back of my mind. Where do I know that name? "Little Max and a... Brielle and Gabriella Graywarden filed a report for assault two years ago. Says here Little Max tried to break up with Mr. Larsen, and Mr. Larsen nearly killed him. Broke several bones, gave him a severe concussion, but he skipped town before he could get arrested."
"Larsen!" I say suddenly as it comes back to me. "As in Director Larsen. The head of the FBI??" I ask and Shane types something into his keyboard.
He nods. "Yeah, there's an article right here. It made minor news, but the director gave some B.S. excuse, and the media ate it right up."
"Damn." I say with a frown. Damn I hope it's him, I'd like to see daddy get him out of this one. "So, we have motive. Anyone willing to nearly kill a boy would have no problems breaking into his house, but what was he looking for?" I ask aloud and walk over to our board inspecting the crime scene photos.
"Maybe he was looking for "Little Max" and when he couldn't find him, he had to make it look like your usual B and E?" He suggests and I nod.
"Makes sense, but what about the keys? Max said his keys were stolen."
"Maybe they fell out of his pocket and Mr. Larsen picked them up?"
"Mhm, but then wouldn't Mr. Larsen have seen them fall out of Max's pocket to know they were Max's? Would he not have seen them leave the building?" I ask and Shane nods.
A notification pops up on his computer and he turns to it.
"Well we don't have to play What If." Shane says and smiles at me. "Security video came in, we've got our perp."
I come over to his desk and smile. "Definitely enough for facial recognition. Run it through."
He nods.
"Got you bitch." I mumble.
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Sooooo...?
Who do y'all think it was!?!
-AN
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What You Do To Me
Teen FictionCasey is Max's dream boy. But also Max's nightmare. Everything about him is perfect and it drives Max crazy... at least until he confesses his love Casey.
