The Special Agents

Larson Smith

"Maldonado?"

"Let me guess, there's a case."

"You're getting good at this."

"After 6 and a half years, I've learned."

"Well, there's no blood on or near the body, so unknown cause of death. Victim is a male, early 50's? I'm not as good as your team."

"Are you at the crime scene?"

"Yep."

"I'll call my team."

I press the end call button on my phone, and head out the door to the building. Scott, Mitch, and Kaplan are already there, doing paperwork. I inform them of the case, and we leave.

Since it's the middle of the day, Scott and I head around to the neighbors to gather information on the victim- who's name appears to be Larson Smith. We found his ID and phone in his pocket. The crime scene was a dark alley in a sketchy part of town, so there wasn't much help there. Everyone in that part is terrified of cops, even if we're not out to get them.

After tracking down the guys house, Kaplan gets out of the car. He tells us he'll be good at finding things the neighbors won't be able to tell us, which I doubt, but whatever.

After meeting with an elderly lady next door and a couple down the street, Larson, or Larse for short, was just a man who everyone loved. Nobody had anything on Larson. He didn't have a living wife, but he did have an ex-wife who got pregnant and died two months after the birth. They say the daughter's name is Olivia. Olivia came to visit a lot, and she had a boyfriend. Olivia is also in a college about 10 minutes from us. After collecting everything from Larson's house and talking to the neighbors, Scott, Kaplan, and I head out.

On the way there, I get a call from Mitch. He stayed behind to help Kevin do whatever he does, or paperwork. His choice.

"Talk to me, Grassi."

"Larson, that's his name right? Well anyways, he was in the army like 20 years ago."

"Like? Or exactly?"

"23 years ago, Boss."

"So his record is in the basis, great. How'd you find this out?"

"Dog tags."

"Ah."

After Mitch tells me more useless information, I click hang up as we pull into the college.

"Olivia Smith. Do you think she has classes?"

"Why don't we ask the office, Scott?"

"Good idea."

"Yep.."

After making the trek to the main building, we pull a receptionist aside for questioning. "Do you have an Olivia Smith here?" Scott asks after flashing his badge.

"No.. why?" She answers after clacking away on her chipped-at keyboard.

"Are you sure?" I ask, glancing at Scott.

"Positive, why?"

"You're like, sure?" Scott asks, perplexed.

"Um yes I am definitely for sure, now if you could tell me why, and who are you people?"

"Special Agents," I mutter, as we walk out the door.

"So, what do we do?"

"I don't know, you're my boss!"

"What would you do in my shoes?"

"Why your shoes?! Are you dying or something?"

"Hoying! You are my Senior Field Agent I expect you to take over for me when I'm retired!"