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Reviewing footage may be one of Alex's favorite tasks at work.
GCPD had received footage from The Dark Side; one camera from the inside and one from the outside looking at the front door. Although it was choppy and very pixelated, she was curious nonetheless. There could be something here that the witnesses may have missed. At this point, her and Gordon haven't had any leads or clues. Deep inside she knew it wouldn't be a one off thing. Alex pops the CD into the disk drive and it boots up. Clicking around, she fast forwards closer to the time just before the killing. She first reviewed the tape from inside. The unfortunate thing was the shitty camera quality plus the dimly lit area made it very difficult to make out any faces or ID's. She could barely even make out any witness identifications. Just messy pixelated blobs of people, moving around at a quick pace.
Suddenly she sees a silhouette stumble on stage. Although the stage was lit up, it was way too bright in the dark vicinity, making his features bright and distorted. He's talking but everyone's dismissive or waving him off stage. Alex really wished this tape had audio right about now. Then Samuel Locke appears, before death, walking over and dragging the scraggly guy off stage in a rather rough manner. The frail guy puts up a fight though, his thin limbs flailing about.
She fast forwards a little bit until she can see the reflection of red and blue lights lighting up the bar. She curses and takes the disk out and pops in the outdoor one. This gave her even less. It was pitch black and rainy.
"Useless." She grumbled, pushing herself from the desk and standing upright. She places the disks in the cases and leaves the computer room. She was at a standstill at the moment, unable to come up with any leads or new information. She almost wanted to write a closing report and file it away. She could reopen it if another similar murder shows up in Gotham.
Alex makes her way down the hall back towards the bullpen, but pauses, her ears picking up some rather interesting conversation from the break room to her left.
"She probably fucked the Sarge to get Detective." She immediately knew she was the topic of conversation at this moment. She recognized the voice. Officer Joe Sims.
"Flores? Nah, he wouldn't do a dirty broad like her." Chimes Officer Bradly Smyth. She can picture their smug faces right about now. When she was in their line of vision they always played fake nice, those dumb mother fuckers thought she was an idiot.
Ah yes. The only way a woman could beat a man for a position was to fuck her way there. It just shows how horrible some boys were raised in Gotham. Hate and misogyny flowing through their blood.
"You're right you're right." His voice then becomes condescending. "Apparently she's smart." They both crack into a fit of laughter.
The words didn't even sting, she knew the dark and insecure place they stemmed from. She felt sorry for those animals. The blow to their ego, being beaten by someone they deem frail and weak. They don't know the first thing about Alex. And they don't deserve to.
