Old Mob Money (COMPLETE)

Ch. 3 Detective Jack Johnson

Location: Rushcutters, Sydney - NSW
DATE: Sunday 9th December 2018
Time: 4:30am

Detective Jack Johnson's POV.

That ringtone.

🎵 A little ditty, about Jack & Diane,
2 American kids growing up in the heartland 🎵

I rolled my blue eyes at the song, and I know straight up, that the boys down at the station have been messing with my phone again.
I groan/chuckle realising it's still dark outside, and begin to question who the hell is calling me this early. Or late. It depends on how you look at it I suppose.
On the sixth ring, I lean over and answer it.
"Johnson. What you got? Better be good for this hour!"
The female dispatch responder responded with "Morning Jack! Sorry for the early wake up call... bu-"
"No you're not!" I laughed.
She giggled down the line "It's an expression, you dickhead! Now, we have a new case for you. I'm about to text you all relevant details that have come through, but in the meantime, have coffee, get dressed and head towards "The Golden Sheaf" in Double Bay. Talk to you soon!"

And with that, I threw my phone on the bed, and padded in my boxer-shorts to the kitchen to flick the kettle on. A quick instant coffee while getting ready sounded great! But, a superman style shower was necessary first, as I needed last nights dreams to go down the drain.
My mind began to float with the memory of my dream...

"I was on the outskirts of a forest, and I kept catching glimpses of white amid the tree's. I knew it was her.
Slowly, I start to make my way in between the trees, and it begins to get dark, quickly. I can feel my heart begin to beat faster, like it's own drum beating. Within seconds, I'm thrust into pitch black!
I blink a few times, and when I open my eyes the fourth time, it was only for a second. Because she was there, in my face, lips descending down on mine..."

I opened my eyes again with a start.
I was in my shower, but the fucking water had gone cold! How long have I been standing here reliving my dream for?
Or did I fall back asleep till the water went cold? I get out, and dry myself quickly, and run into the bedroom. I check my phone and see that I wasted over 45 minutes in that shower!
Goddamn it! No time for coffee now! I grabbed my wallet, phone, I.D, gun and holster. The last two items I put on, grabbed my car keys from a bowl in my room, and headed for the door.

As soon as I was in the car, I called dispatch back, explained I was running 30-ish minutes late, but I was on my way!

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Location: The Golden Sheaf
Time: 5:45am

🎵 A little ditty, about Jack & Diane,
2 American kids growing up in the heartland 🎵

"Oh For FUCKS SAKE! I swear!! The next person who FUCKS with my ringtone, is going to be squashed!" I shouted just a split second before smashing the answer button furiously.
"Johnson! Yes! I'm here! Only just arrived. Well, I was delayed! Yes, of course!" I sighed heavily, running my left hand through my hair haphazardly. "Not a worry! You'll be the first to get my report!" And then? I smashed the hang up button as equally as furiously.

"Ok, who can tell me what we got?" I called across the crime scene.

Two coppers in uniforms, who looked exhausted stepped forward and one of them said "We were first on the scene. Took the call from 000, we've got two females who located the body initially. The body is male, died from what looks to be a single bullet to the head. Found his wallet, his phone and a set of car keys. It was most definitely NOT a robbery. His name is Chidi Virginianson. Current CEO of Westpac Bank on 275 Kent Street in Sydney's CBD. Lived not far from here in Millers Point."
I was intrigued as to how this man, had ended up, with a bullet in his face? Who did he piss off? "Thank you officers. Go home. Get some much needed rest." I said to the officers in front of me.

I started to look around for the witnesses, when just on the edge of the blood, I noticed a receipt was sticking out. "I mean, it's probably nothing! It was probably always there before the body hit the ground. But, what if...?"

So, donning a pair of snug fitting rubber gloves, I very carefully extracted the paper from the rapidly drying blood.

I really hope this pans out!