Wrestling the Kraken

Mahone

Mahone

Detective Frank Mahone arrived at the station to see his partner sitting at his desk, instead of his own, with his legs up reading a file. Mahone slapped his feet.

"What's wrong with you, eh? Those barbarians in the pen rubbing off on you? Don't make me tell your momma." He said, pointing a finger. Johnny Stavo dropped his feet to the ground. "While you're at it, you can keep your toukish off too. Come on, get out of here." He waved his partner out of his chair.

Stavo got up out of the seat, still reading the file in his hands. "Hey, check this out. A copy of Ms. Cordova's contract. That hunch of yours may lead to something."

"Yeah, let me see."

Stavo handed him the file, leaning over him.

"How'd you get this so quick anyhow? Not that I'm complaining." He asked, but seeing Stavo in action before, he had an idea already as to how.

He gave a sly smile. "I've got a date with their secretary this Saturday."

Mahone raised a brow at his confirmed suspicion.

Clearing his throat- and returning to a more serious state- Stavo pointed to the document inside. "Look at her start date."

Mahone closed the file and rubbed his chin. His hunches were usually right, but he didn't want to jump on it just yet. This case had gotten the better of five different cities. Five different detectives. The FBI was already showing interest in the case. If he sat on this too long, they would be here to take it over.

"What is it? Look, she started three days after that one girl died. Pretty good timing. I mean it ain't easy getting a spot in that circus. They're known for being picky like that and she just happens to show up at the right time and get hired? You know what I'm thinking..." Stavo sat down on the edge of his desk, immersed in his theory. "That she made an opening for herself, you know what I mean."

"Yeah or someone made an opening for her and she didn't know it, or she did know, but kept her hands clean." Mahone placed a hand on top of the file. "There's just not enough here. We need more. Something concrete."

"We can at least bring her in, right?" Stavo asked, watching Mahone rise up from his desk.

"No, we'd risk spooking her. Set a tail on her." He said, walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"To get more coffee. This stuff's garbage. I know a place." He put on his hat and coat. Just before leaving, he turned to stavo and said, "Oh, and check with the Medical Examiner. See what she has to say, will you."

Stavo watched Mahone exit the station, leaning against the corner of the desk. Great. The Medical Examiner.