BAD: LOGAN

2

 It has been exactly a week since the stadium episode, and Jim will still not let me investigate- which is something I should investigate about. But who am I kidding I did not even finish college- while Jim? He is a Harvard graduate- obviously he thinks I am not at par with him.

That however does not mean that I have not been busy lately. In fact Frey has been putting me up with tons of work- most of which included sorting old case files with Bri.

Bri is the hot girl detective here- well detective would be an over statement- she is the receptionist. She has helped in a lot of cases with Maya, which always makes me think - why isn't Bri a detective? Or is she an enthusiast who just like me does not have enough qualifications? Well. Unlike my low paid internship , she is kind of the boss here. Bri is exactly like Pam from the office- while I am more like a Phillis who cant sew. I hate my life- have I said that enough times?

Apart from Bri we have Olsen, Mathew and Tars - the junior detectives. Our tech guy- Perry and Frey, Douglas and Maya as the senior detectives. I work under Frey and Maya- although Maya does not give me any work she is more like one of those independent girls- not that I am complaining. Douglas is a field guy- it is very rare to find him in this office.

I spent the last whole week over analysing the whole crime scene- Jim can not boss me in my head now can he? I sit cross legged on top of my corner desk towards the lunch room and open my notes app. I open my observations which so far are just 4

1.He is 65

2.He was shot at from a distance

3.Probably manipulated through the screen

4.Something with the note- He blinked and he died.

Why would he die because he blinked? Is this the murderers way of giving us detectives a reason to stay away from the case? Hell no.

Honestly it could be true cause I haven't heard about the case since the tragic field day. I haven't met Jim yet nor have I had a longer than 5 minutes conversation with Frey. Maya asked me to pretend to be busy so here I am staring at my white screen for maybe an hour now.

You cant possibly solve the whole case sitting here.

No I can not. Before my unproductive - obsessive mind can further kill me, I stand up as Jim walks straight to my desk. I see the regret painted all across his face. Behind him is Frey- who seems somewhat bored with what is to happen.

I furrow my eyebrows and give a questioning glance to the both of them before opening my bitter sugar coated mouth.

"Morning Jim. Morning Frey. Bosses- the team Bo-oss!" I snicker and almost curl myself up and die there with the amount of cringe. Jim shakes his head while Maya starts giggling from across the room. Damn.

"Sorry." I mutter as I look straight into Jims eyes.

"Right." Jim snarls. "I wanted to ask- how did you find the note exactly?" Jim asks with a straight face on, waiting to pounce at me.I give him a questioning glance.

What? You have got to be kidding me. Does he think I wrote that there and left it? Ugh this guy.

I giggle a little with shock "huh what do you mean by that Jim?"

"Watch the tone missy you might not work for him but he still is my boss and you work for me" Frey warns calmly.

"And me apparently" Maya murmurs without breaking eye contact from the file she is caressing.

"My office. Now." Jim commands and leaves.

What a show wait till I narrate this to my absolute zero of friends.

-.-

I enter Jims office and sit right in front of him. There is no desk, no partition nothing in between us. Well I have heard of the famous Jimterrogations. He likes to wear the perpetuator down - until he is left completely at his mercy. I think Jim likes that- he likes to psychologically kill someone.

He wont kill me.

I haven't done anything wrong. When he first asked me how I found the note I wanted to slap him and say I found it on the seat while your team was doing the shittiest job of an investigation. But my my how can I never dishonor the mighty Jim.

"Billie." Jim calls and looks dead into my eyes.

My body tingles at that. This is the hardest level of interrogation and all he has done yet is call my name. I refrain from shifting slightly so as to not let my body language speak for me.

"Jim." I say in a sweeter tone than usual. Damn it why?

Jim thinks he knows everything about interrogating people? Well guess what- the biggest game beyond intimidation is manipulation and I do not even have to play that game today.

The room is dark and an impending silence of 2 whole ass minutes settles in. I dont even dare to open my god for sake mouth0 I haven't shifted or even blinked I dont know. How am I not sweating profusely?

I think Jim is waiting for my body language to give up. He continues to scroll through his phone - probably finding a tinder date cause who would ever willingly like this guy with all his extra - ness. Ugh.

"Right." He says- he says that a lot. He looks back at me and I give a boring expression.

Jim turns his phone down and looks up at me.

"Right so how did you find that note?"

"Have you started the formal investigation?" I ask instead.

Jim sighs. "You see Billie I am here to ask the questions and you are to answer. If that is too much to understand I can formally fire you - and trust me I can, and then place you at blame and drag you to a dumpster prison room where we could have a little chat. So we better finish up the talk here like mature adults instead. Right?

Left!

"I found it between seats 14C and 14D towards the exit. 2 seats across the crime scene seat." I say quietly. Jim simply nods. "Good."

"What were you doing snooping around?"

"I was curious."

"I had warned you Billie. This is not your case. You are not qualified."

I roll my eyes. "You know what? I am done here. It's getting hot. We both know I am not involved in this case- but lets see here. What I think is the true scenario is that Jim and his mighty senior detectives have still not cracked the case even though it has been a whole week. You and your mates ergo decided that I must be involved. Right? If this is the angle you are choosing to run with stating that I might be involved , let me make it clear- I am not but I would love to. " I say mockingly.

Jim raises his eyebrows as if seeking for a challenge.

"And what do we have here? A fellow intern trying to climb the ranks? Im sorry Billie. Not happening. And your dramatics are more so convincing me of your involvement in this case."

Ah he did not go there. He did. Frick.

"Whats his name?" I ask challengingly.

"Whose?" Jim asks as if he doesn't want me to ask him. He clutches his fists and grinds his jaws.

Someone hit the spot- that would be me by the way.

"You know the guy with the bullet holes on his face- the dead guy on 12D in the stadium- the guy you have been investigating about for a week now. That guy." I state and smile proudly.

"We dont know yet." Jim grits through his teeth and leaves.

Wow they really are doing a shitty job at investigating this case. And I just think I could be better.

-.-

The next day I go to see an Arsenal match, this time in the opposite arena's seat 12D- perfectly facing the glass box of the dead guy.