"Hello, Director."
"Hey there, Maldonado. She's Robin Wigington, found in a swimming pool last night at 9:52."
"Cut to the chase much?"
"494 Grove Avenue. Goodbye, Maldonado."
"Cranky," I mutter to myself, hearing the call end.
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"Guess what, Special Agents?" I ask, coming out of the elevator into their area of cubicles.
"Let me guess, Robin Wigington, found in that one swimming center last night?" Avi questions.
"Does the news seriously already have it?"
"I guess."
"Why are you all here even, it's two in the morning?"
"Paperwork," the three reply simultaneously.
"And Kevin?"
"On his way. I called him when we heard it on the news," Mitch answers, handing me my coffee without looking up from his computer.
"You all are prepared. Load up," I announce. Everyone grabs their bags and we head out to the car. "Does Kevin have the address?"
"Yep," Scott answers.
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"What do we have, Olusola?" I ask Kevin, who is kneeling on the cement below me.
"No clue for right now."
"Not drowning?"
"Well, no. You wouldn't understand if I told you, though."
"Always sparing me, Kev."
"That I am."
With that I head off to find the other three, one of which seems to be taking a pleasure swim.
"Hoying! You were not assigned to take your shirt off and swim to impress Mitch. Please collect all the evidence you can," I call out.
"Uh, no Ma'am.." he says, and continues diving down to the bottom of the pool. Avi snickers and walks away, only to leave a blushing Mitch.
I walk away as well to look at the building. I head into the bathrooms first, the women's and then the men's.
Nothing appears to be off in the bathrooms at first glance, then I pull out the black light.
That's where things get weird.
On the floor is a giant -D in what appears to be blood, but was then wiped clean so it was unnoticeable.
For most people.
I could see it perfectly fine.
I call in the guys, excluding Kevin who went back to the lab, to look at it.
"A D, maybe an initial?" Mitch suggests.
"Or an initial for a nickname," Scott pitches.
"Still an initial, Scott," Mitch replies.
I look over to Avi, who isn't paying attention whatsoever.
"Avi? Any ideas?"
"Smell it in here. What do you smell?" He asks.
Or just ignore my question. That works, I guess.
"Uh, it smells like any normal bathroom?"
"Take another smell, Mitch."
"Gasoline," Scott announces.
"Yeah, it does.." I begin.
"I swear if someone is trying to kill us again, I am not up for it," Mitch complains and we all laugh.
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The Special Agents
Fanfiction"Special Agent Maldonado?" "Yes, Director?" "We've got a case." "Cause of death?" "Not sure yet." "I'll tell my team." "Okay." "Oh, and Kirstin?" "Yes, Director?" "I'm assigning you a partner." "A what?!" --- Honestly this whole book is a giant t/w...
