Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirteen.

Officer Brooks led me into the back room where they keep all physical evidence stored away in boxes with letter markings. The room was like a huge filing cabinet. Rows of shelves lined the walls stacked with hundreds of boxes. It took Brooks and I forever just to find the box for Rita's and Blaise's case.

"Sargent Davis said you can take as long as you need and if you find anything or have any questions to contact him. If you don't have his number I can give it to you," Officer Brooks said by the door.

I nodded. "Okay." Officer Brooks turned around to leave me alone but I took a step forward and mumbled incoherent words to stop her. She turned around and asked if I just said something. "Um, you can stay and help if you want to. I mean, if you're not busy. I just... I know you're interested in doing this kind of thing -"

"I don't think Sargent Davis would be happy to hear about me doing something out of my scale of practice."

I waved my hand and rolled my eyes. "I'll take care of that. If you can find someone to cover your front desk job, I would love another person's expertise."

Officer Brooks's face lit up in a smile. "Okay! I'll be right back." She basically skipped out of the door to find someone to cover for her.

"You're going to get her in trouble." Ian sang in my ear.

"Shut up. No I won't. Sargent Davis can kiss my ass. That girl has more potential than any of his current detectives."

"Whatever you say, Kell."

Officer Brooks rushed in as soon as I made myself comfortable in a metal chair in front of a metal table. I felt like I was in another interrogation room.

"So what do you need me to do?" She sat down across from me cautiously and looked at all the evidence I displayed out on the table. "Whoa."

"Okay, so basically I need you to look through it and tell me if you see anything suspicious that wasn't already pointed out in the description here," I slid the report in her direction. "There's a chance we might not even find anything that hasn't already been noted, so if you don't see anything new, don't worry about it." I explained.

"Okay, I can do that." She nodded determined.

I smiled at her." "Perfect. Oh! What's your first name?"

"Brianna."

"Brianna," I repeated. "Would you rather I call you Brianna or Officer Brooks?"

"Brianna's good," She beamed at me.

"Okay," I nodded. "And you can just call me Kelly."

"Okay Agent Kelly." She replied automatically. She caught herself when she saw my smirk. "I mean Kelly."

"Alright."

An hour went by quickly as we scavenged through the evidence box. Not much was found in either case. I focused on the pictures of where the bomb was placed and the damage it had caused to the area around it, but nothing told me anything about the suspect. Even Ian was being quiet in my ear, having nothing to say.

"Ian," I said. I held out a picture in front of my eyes. I had told Brianna about Ian in my eyes and ears so that she wouldn't be freaked out if she thought I was talking to myself. "Take a look at this."

The picture was glossy and black and white. It was from a security footage, facing some parking lot of what looked to be a crowded venue, leading me to believe that this was the Rita Ora concert.

"What am I looking at?" He asked.

"Look at all the cars." Every car in the lot had a Mercedes, BMW, Lexus, or some other luxury car logo. To the side of the parking lot were two large tour vans for the concert. "They all look the same. Expensive as hell, shiny and new."