ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Far Cry [Brooklyn Nine-Nine]

05

On the inquiry with the police whether there were people, who had been announced recently as missing or perhaps, it already longer were valid, Jane received only the message that there were so some and it the list, would get. When she would get it, however, was not known. Soon, as it sounded. Which meant, it could be still in the course of the today, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or next week.

With tomorrow, Jane could still come to terms, but anything beyond that would be an impertinence, if only because it wouldn't take ten minutes to send her that list. After all, it didn't have to be printed out and mailed.

How on earth did Jane know that? Of course she didn't get the list. Why? Probably because the police, not every police officer mind you, was excited about another agency coming in and claiming a case for themselves. You'd think it wouldn't matter who handled a case, since it was essentially about catching criminals.

"Will you do me a favor?", Jane wanted to know that evening in the bar, holding out a folded piece of paper to Keith, between her index and middle fingers, "A little one."

"Ah, so we've come to the point," with that Keith set his glass aside, took the note from Jane's fingers and unfolded it before looking to her after glancing at the written paper, "What do I get for it?"

"We'll agree on that," Jane replied, putting her glass to her lips with a knowing grin on her face and looking over the rim at Keith, "I'm sure you will."

Of course Keith knew what Jane meant, which is why he returned her smile and after a few minutes, pulled out his phone and typed a short message.