DIRTY BULLETS

chapter thirty nine

A/N:  the song above is the one mentioned in this chapter in case you were curious. Thought I would attach it x

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"LOWE! SAMUELS! MY office." Chief Inspector Debbie Reid shouted across the bullpen office, her harsh gaze warning the two detectives that she wasn't in the mood for their immature antics today before she turned on her heel and walked back into her office behind her.

Samuels looked across to Lowe over the tops of his shoes that were resting on his desk, crossed over one another, his relaxed posture slouched into his seat as he remained indifferent to his boss' implicit threat. Pulling a face as though to say what's got her knickers in a twist, Lowe chuckled lowly at the expression while he remained seated in his chair just opposite Samuels.

"Now!" Reid's voice thundered through the bullpen again from her office, impatience evident and it was loud enough to make Samuel's flinch before letting out a huff and a sigh.

The two detectives stood from their seats and swiftly made the short journey to the chief inspector's office, Lowe walking in first and leaving Samuels to shut the door behind him. Plopping themselves down on the seats in front of the large oak desk in which Reid sat behind, Samuel's cheekily grinned at the woman in greeting though her face didn't shift from the cold formal stare.

"What's going on?" Lowe spoke up, causing Reid's glare to shift to him.

She stayed quiet for a moment, pursing her lips before she clicked her tongue while shuffling through some documents that were laid in front of her on her desk. Settling on one, she then clasped her hands on top of the document before leaning forward a little in her seat.

"A man by the name of Sid Fisher has been found handcuffed to a car about three hundred miles from here after being shot twice in the leg."

Her eyes flickered between the two men, watching as Samuels brought his hand up to scratch along his jaw, appearing rather disinterested in what she had to say.

"He's currently in hospital, recovering, and I was urged by the precinct that found him that he may be of interest to me. So, I had a couple of my men go out to ask him some questions about what exactly happened. Apparently, Fisher and his boss – a guy called Walt Dennis – were driving back from a business conference when they got into a pretty bad car crash with another party, to the point that the two vehicles were forced off of the road and into a nearby field. According to Fisher, the two people in the other car were a man and a woman in their twenties, and he claims not to know either of them."

Glancing to the page beneath her clasped hands, Reid lifted the document before turning and placing it in front of the detectives on the desk. Lowe leaned forward in his seat and retrieved it before holding it out between him and Samuels as they both took in its contents. Samuels sat up a little straighter as he realised what he was looking at.

"The man in the other vehicle pulled out a gun and killed Dennis before shooting Fisher and trapped him to the car." Reid continued and Lowe's eyebrows raised as it was made clear why he was looking at a picture of a dead middle-aged man with a bullet lodged between his eyes. Glancing to his partner, Samuels shifted in his seat before snatching the page from Lowe's hand to get a closer look.

Returning his gaze to Reid, Samuels lazily chucked the document back on to her desk before grumbling out. "No disrespect, Debs, but what has this got to do with us?"

Giving him a stern look, Reid answered. "Fisher was able to describe the appearance of the man and woman responsible and forensics have provided a facial composite."