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Fight Back: With Lions
"You're up early." Jim comments as we head over to the scene.
"I haven't made it to bed yet." Harvey replies. "Word is you got caught with a certain someone in the locker room."
"Strictly business."
"Any word on Fish?" I ask.
"No. Club's all shot up, blood everywhere, no sign of Fish. It's her own damn fault. She played the game, she knew the risks." Harvey inquires.
"Sorry, Harv, I know you have a thing for her." Jim tells him.
"I don't got a thing for nobody. My thing is for me. If anyone can make it out of a scrape like that, it's Fish, the woman's nails. C'mon, we got a case."
"Yeah. What do we got?" I question.
"Public service homicide. Vic's a douche. Flass. Brady and Gordon. Brady and Gordon. Flass."
"Hey." I shake Flass's hand.
"Hey." Flass grins before shaking Jim's.
"Flass works narcotics. Hence the bling and the, uh, no doubt expensive yet somehow cheap-looking Italian suit." Harvey comments.
"Ah, Bullock, still dressing in the dark and smelling like a taphouse whore."
"One of Flass's connections tipped him off on the body. Why don't you tell wonder twins about the kid."
"Pinky Littlefield. Dealer from a crew known as the Uptown Assassins. He works this block. Well...least he did." Flass informs as we look at the body.
"Any drugs on him?" I wonder.
"Didn't find any. My big wild guess: deal gone bad. Kid like this, bound to happen sooner or later."
"Like I said, public service homicide." Harvey says.
"Well, guys, I've got another case I've got to attend to, so if you don't need any more hand-holding." Flass checks his watch.
"You have no idea who you're talking to, Detective Flass. It's sad, really." I nod before walking past him and I take out my flashlight.
"I'm gonna walk you out." Harvey follows Flass from the corner of my eye.
"Cocky prick." I shine my light down the kid's body.
"You see anything?" Jim stands beside me.
"No." I reply. "I don't believe he works in narcotics."
"Why not?"
"I went to N/A during sophomore and junior year. There are some who actually wanna help, and some who are just in it for the money. Trust me." I stand behind the kid and I see something in the heel of his shoe. "Jim." I turn off my flashlight and Jim presses the button, moving the body forward. "The hell?" I pull out a small, blue bag from the heel of the kid's shoe.
