❝ I can't believe Peralta was the one that outsmarted her! I mean, he's the dumbest out of all of us!❞
❝ Hey! I'm not that dumb! ❞
❝Hate to interrupt, but you definitely are that dumb.❞
➛ In which a genius criminal finally gets caught.
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007: Icelandic delicacies
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A few days had passed since Christian's visit, and the plan was clear in Elle's mind.
1. Gain their trust. 2. Use that trust to be left alone. 3. Escape. 4. Betray the NYPD.
Easy enough, right?
For the last few days, Elle had been making sure to smile more. Smiling makes people more comfortable around you, so smiling seems to be an efficient way to gain their trust. Or so she read.
Elle had been attending the daily meetings with a bunch of detectives, asking her questions about the operation she had been involved in.
A few years back, she had been taught how to evade detection during interrogation. How? Well, keep the actual story, and only change the details that had to be changed.
So when she was asked the questions, she didn't answer them with honesty, but something that heavily resembled it.
She had been using their questions to slowly gather info on where they were at in their investigations. Every time they mentioned a specific place, incident, or person, she could get a rough estimate of how much they knew. And for some reason, they weren't as well-informed as they probably wished they were. They were quite clueless.
Then every evening she wrote it down in a journal, that she was going to give to her ex-father-in-law in exchange for protection from the NYPD. When she was gonna escape, of course.
There were months until the event, so she had plenty of time to have some fun before then. And since she had nothing I'd not time to burn, she was going to do just that.
Elle stood next to Gina's desk, lightly exchanging gossip with her.
"Did you hear about Barb? Hitchcock's wife." Gina said, now leaning on her desk.
"No, what about her?" Elle wasn't usually the type to be interested in gossip, but gossiping with Gina was truly an honor.
"Well, me and Rosa have this theory that she... drumroll please.. doesn't exist. We think she might be his dog." Gina said unenthusiastically, being very blunt about all of it. In the few days Elle had spent at the 99th precinct, she had gotten a rough idea of people's character.
Gina was obviously a bit of a narcissist, and if not that, at least very self-absorbed. But she could be nice, she definitely could, just to very select people, and in a way that made it look like she wasn't nice. Elle found the idea amusing since Gina seemed to be a sheep in wolfs clothing, while Elle was the opposite. Or at least that's what it seems like.
"Seriously? I mean it would make sense, had he ever told you Barb is his wife?"
"No, but he talks about 'Barb' as if she's the love of his life." Elle silently agreed with her, maybe it was his dog all along.
