Wrestling the Kraken

Mahone

Mahone

Mahone was sitting at his desk. The station was bustling with phones ringing and officers walking about. A typical day. This precinct had the privilege of handling cases from Paramore Hills and there were plenty of cases to keep them busy.

"Hey Mahone! Captain wants to see you." An officer called out, passing him by.

"Thanks, Rob." Mahone patted him on the back with a file.

He maneuvered his way through the rows of desks and on toward the Captain's office, knocking on the door before entering. The Captain, on the phone, waved him in.

"Yeah, we'll get it handled. Of course. Yep. No problem." He said on the phone. Hanging up, he sat back in his chair. "We've got a problem."

"What's going on?"

"Precinct 34 is fighting us on jurisdiction for these murders." He said, still in disbelief and still feeling the effects of the groveling he just had to do.

"The theater lands in our jurisdiction. Tell them to shove it. They just want in on a high profile case."

"That's the thing. Since it's high profile, the commissioner is thinking about giving it to them. They solved those robbery strings last month and were even able to recover some of the items."

The Captain of that precinct had been particularly smug about the whole thing. As he recalled, the evidence seemed to just be handed to them in a nice neat package. Neat cases were usually the sloppiest underneath in his opinion.

"Robbery is a far cry from murder. How many murder cases we get through here?"

"How many do we close?" The Captain replied. "Look, I don't like it either. The girl's body was found in our backyard so we'll be working that angle. The father was found in theirs, so they'll work that angle. He didn't have the whole...let's say...presentation that the girl had anyhow, so it's being worked as a separate case."

"A father and his daughter get axed and it's not related?"

"I didn't say that. It's being worked on from different angles. That's all." The Captain rubbed the bridge of his nose. "There's one more thing."

"Of course there is."

"The FBI is wanting in. I managed to let them give us until the end of the week. You've got three days. I'm giving you Del La Rosa and Parker too. Do what you have to, but I want this closed. You understand?" The Captain said, pointing a finger at Mahone.

"I'm on it Cap." Mahone made his way out.

Back at his desk, Stavo handed him a wrapped sub from a white sack.

"Romanos had a line out the door, so I went to Vito's." Settling into his desk across from him, he took a bite out of his sub. "What did the Cap. want?"

"We've got three days, before this case goes to the suits. Precinct 34 is taking the father. We got the girl."

"What? Get outta here. You serious with that?" Stavo was so stunned, he put his sub back down on his desk and sat back with his arms flailing.

Mahone raised a brow, agreeing with his sentiment. "We got three days before we hand over the case, so let's make it count. What did Decker have to say last night?"

"I swear you like to torture me. You know I hate going down there." Stavo took another mouthful, clearly not so broken up that he couldn't eat. "I can still see that body sliced open. I'm giving up steak."