"All right, yeah-yeah, ready for it? Ok it's Lincoln-November-One-Five-Seven-Whisky-Yankee. All right, wonderful, thanks,"
Percy ended the call and stuffed his phone into the cupholder. Turning on his blinker he made his turn and parked. He could see Montoya perched at the corner of the entrance. Grabbing his phone and the carrying tray of coffee, he got out of his car and made his way over to his waiting partner. Pulling Montoya's coffee free of the tray, he handed it over to her.
"God bless you, Metro." Montoya said, "You didn't happen to grab-" Percy shoved her three packets of sugar into her hand before she could get the sentence out. She muttered a "Thank you" under her breath as she dumped the sugar into the cup.
"We get lucky?" She asked, as she took a deep pull of her coffee,
"Oh, we got lucky," Percy said, pulling his own cup free, and throwing the tray into a nearby trash can. "Got a full plate, make and model. As well as surveillance with our guy pulling the body out."
"How useful is it?" Montoya asked, as she opened the door to the gate and stepped inside.
"Not at all," Percy said, "Guy was wearing a hoodie, stayed out of the light the entire time. Camera's were pretty shit too. Never got a look at his face, and only got a look of him pulling Kirkpatrick out of the building on the date in question,"
"Figures," Montoya huffed, "Still, at least we got the car. You put out a BOLO?"
"Just called it in as I was pulling in," Percy nodded, "You wanna take lead on this?"
"I took the last one, you can have her." Montoya said, and Percy grunted as he took another sip.
They climbed the three flights of stairs and found the apartment they needed. They'd canvas the victim's apartment at another date, both he and Montoya were far too exhausted to conduct any kind of a sweep. Besides, after three empty apartments neither of them were really in the mood to search a fourth.
Percy hammered on the door three times. There was a slight pause, before the door opened, and a woman who Percy pegged as being just shy of thirty peered around the doorframe.
"Hello?" She asked, and Percy and Montoya flashed their identification.
"GCPD, are you Ms. Aguilar?" Percy asked,
She nodded, then glanced at Montoya, "You're here about Markus," It wasn't a question. "You guys are new though. Last one's I talked to were both men,"
"Command decided they wanted some fresh on this one," Percy lied smoothly, "We've read up on what you told the previous detectives, and I don't suppose anything's changed since then?"
"Unfortunately not, detective." Aguilar said with a shrug,
"I figured as much; do you mind if I ask you some questions about Markus?" Percy asked,
Aguilar nodded, and Percy opened his notebook,
"How well did you know him?" Percy asked,
"Decently well I guess," Aguilar shrugged, "We used to go to the same gym three times a week. He's, um, been trying to stay in shape, he has a triathlon in a few weeks."
"Did he have anyone new in his life? Had he started seeing someone?" Percy asked,
"No. He was far too busy training or working for any kind of romance."
"Wonder what that's like," Montoya muttered sarcastically, but Percy ignored her,
"He never complained about anyone at work? Never seemed too concerned about anyone she thought was following her or anything?" Percy pried.
YOU ARE READING
The One-Seven
FanfictionA devastating attack in Metropolis leaves promising young detective Percy Jackson in desperate need for a fresh start. A new city and a new case might be exactly what he needs to get his mind back on track. Or at least that was how he had been imagi...