Best Fiends

Chapter 8

When they got inside Jamie Crawford's office, also known to Jerry as Cuckoo, they were immediately greeted by his presence.

He was a tall guy with a clean combed swift blonde hair style, wearing a grayish blue suit and black dress shoes.

Unlike their other friend, Quackers, who about the same height as Jerry and had dirty blond hair with his typical brown mechanic suit, full of dirt.

"Jerry!  it's good to see you! Buddy. How's the journalism life working out for you?" Cuckoo asked while giving his old friend a pat hug in welcome.

"It's been doing great. I think I might be able to convince my boss this time, to get me that promotion soon. This murder case is going to blow everyone's minds." Jerry said with much anticipation and enthusiasm in his tone.

"And I'm sure you will. So, what is it that can I do for you, today?" Cuckoo asked, politely.

"I need you to look up to see if there are any black Mercedes Benz cars that were purchased within the area of Syracuse." Jerry asked.

"No problem. I think I can help you out there. Now unfortunately due to our rules here at the bank, I can't give you any personal banking account information, but I can at least tell you and your partner here what dealerships they used." Cuckoo advised as Jerry's eyes start to widen from the word 'partner' and shook his head quickly, with his cheeks growing pink in blush.

"Oh No! No! No! He doesn't work for the Papers. This is Thomas Mooreland, he's the detective from Buffalo that's going to help me with the case." Jerry corrected while Cuckoo looked at his friend before glancing over at Tom until he understood what he was meaning and nodded his head.

"Ah, okay. I got you. Well, I'll just log onto my account and see what we've got here. But if you need more information for your Captain detective, you'll have to get a court-ordered warrant for that. Sorry." Cuckoo said while logging on to his computer.

"That'll be fine. We just need at least a tip, that's all." Tom informed quietly, hoping that even with this much intel, it still won't be too late to pull Jerry out of this sticky mess that he knows both of them are in, right now. 

Because the last thing he wants is for him to get hurt.

Or to be placed on a deadlier fate that he knew he would never be able to forgive himself from.

"Alrighty then, it'll take a few minutes to track those models, but I should be able to pull up a list in a few minutes." Cuckoo informed.

"Thanks Cuckoo." Jerry said bluntly.

"Of course that's what friends are for. Speaking of which, you got see Quackers on your way here haven't you? How has he been up to these days?" Cuckoo asked, curiously.

"Oh, you know, the usual. He tries to embarrass me at every given chance he got." Jerry mumbled with his eyes rolled from how nosy his friends are getting to be around here while his friend shook his head and chuckled in amusement.

"Haha. I can see that he never really did changed. But honestly, it seems like you haven't either." Cuckoo observed with his hand holding his chin, in interest.

"What do you mean?" Jerry asked confused.

"Jerry, I'm not blind. Its obvious that you don't normally work with anymore. Especially cops,  because you always claim to handle your case stories by yourself." Cuckoo mentioned.

"Oh, he doesn't?" Tom asked rhetorically with a sly smile on his face.

He knew that his friends are only teasing to get a rise out of him and couldn't help but to laugh at their friendly taunts at him.