Guide Her

Little Bit of Light

*Crime Scene: Daytime*

Hank, Ana, and Alvin approached the yellow tape from which a few children were gazing at the area in front of them.

"Hey, you're gonna miss your bus." Hank pointed out.

"Who got popped?" An African American boy in braids wondered.

"A kid who missed their bus." Ana joked with a small smile, walking underneath the strip of tape Hank held above her head.

The kids ran off and the three best friends continued on their way towards a white car.

"This isn't one of us. This is Bobby Trent's car." Alvin realized, getting a grunt from Hank in reply. "You know, that sleaze bag videographer."

".22's his, but this is no suicide. The, uh, entry wound is in the center of his face. And there's no contact wound." Jay explained and Ana hummed in response. "People don't wanna see it coming."

"He's got half a dozen puncture wounds. Shallow, sporadic. It's, uh, overkill." Adam observed.

"We talked to one of Bobby's stringers, who was out here shooting crime scenes last night." Erin informed. "He didn't know if Bobby was working but there were three shootings in the area, so he might have been."

"Look, the car's a crime scene. We don't want anyone else near it until it's towed." Hank instructed, taking off his sunglasses.

"Kim, you and Adam canvas the area." Ana ordered. "See if anyone's willing to talk to us."

"Yeah." She nodded.

"And confirm whether or not Bobby was working." Hank added. "If he wasn't, what the Hell was he doing here?"

"Yo, guys." Kevin called, walking over as everyone else dispersed to carry out their orders.

"Yeah?" Hank replied.

"Bobby's daughter was actually the one who found him. Her name is Margot. Says she's not leaving till she talks to whoever's in charge." Kevin explained, pointing to a young, brunette, girl talking with a few Officers over by a cruiser.

The Sergeants shared a look and walked over.

"Margot?" Ana called with a smile.

"Hey, can you give us a minute, please?" Hank requested and the three Officers nodded in reply.

"Hi, Margot. I'm Sergeant Hank Voight and this is my wife, Ana." He introduced. "We're with the Intelligence unit."

"One of our officers said you wanted to talk to us." The brunette prodded, gently.

"Yeah, um, do you know my dad?" Margot wondered.

"Not well." Hank replied, honestly.

"Most cops hate that he films what he films. They don't think he's worth much." The girl sighed.

"Your father was just doing his job." Ana replied, softly. "Our job is to find out what happened to him."

"I've been working for him." Margot blurted out. "This morning, I was logging footage and I knew something was wrong. We all share our locations for work. And he said he was here. I thought he must be working a scene." She explained, shakily.

"And why'd you know something must be wrong?" Hank inquired.

"Because I didn't have access." The girl answered, immediately. "His computer, our servers. . .it was all down."

*District 21: Bullpen*

"Bobby Trent, 41 years old. Was a freelance videographer at crime scenes. Sold footage to all the major news affiliates." Erin informed from where she was standing by The whiteboard. "He was found at 6:12 a.m. Single .22 caliber gunshot to the face. Ballistics match Bobby's gun. Estimated time of death between 10:30 and midnight."