(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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Walking into the precinct, I sit at my desk and go back to Klaus and Schroeder. No updates and it's frustrating. No new knowledge gained since we realized that their deaths may be connected. A case like this could take years to solve due to us consistently hitting dead ends. Alas it still needs to be solved and for the next four hours, I sit at my desk and come up with ...nothing. Well almost nothing. Looking at the crime scene photos again, I notice a black chest that we never took into evidence. I wonder if it's still there. It could be a good lead
It's about 6pm now and I think I can make it to the medical building before it gets too dark.
I throw my head back and sigh. God, I hope this will help us put a dent in this case. I honestly just want to be done with it. The situation just seems like it commuses the precinct with everyone breathing down our neck. Captain got a call from his boss's boss saying we need to pick up the slack or the rich will try to cut our funding. Bullshit if you ask me but whatever.
I get up to head out when the precinct is suddenly hit by chaos. Phones are ringing off the hook, cops and papers are everywhere and everyone looks panicked.
Please don't tell me another rich person died. I can't handle anymore of those uptight, stiff ass pricks. I'd honestly rather go back to Central and work there. The crime is worse but the people are better, if that makes any sense. Captain comes out of the office gesturing to Briggs and I. There goes my plan of action for the night.
We follow him into his office and have a seat as he shuts the door.
"What happened?"
"Yeah. Phones ringing like you would have thought we won the lottery."
"Three murders. All happened within ten minutes of each other"
I sat there with my mouth open as Captain sat at his desk. I was not expecting that answer
"Were they connected?"
"No"
"Even better"
I roll my eyes and Captain gives me a look from the sarcasm dripping from my voice. The past couple months have been nothing short of hectic. This job is nothing like the shows, yes we try to focus on a case at the time but crime doesn't work that way. Although I wish it did. Save me some of the mental anguish that came with being a cop but this is the job I chose and these are the circumstances I have to deal with.
But three murders in a half an hour, I don't think we ever got a call like that. I'm not saying it's never happened, I'm saying we never got a call.
"So we're visiting all three?"
"No. Jenkins and Michaelson are going to the one on 2nd st. Walsh and Davis are handling one on President and you two..are going to the Kultzers"
"The same Kultzers who we've been visiting for the past year and a half?"
