one of my features (DBH connor x mute!reader)

Four: leads and messages

AN: so this chapter is a little more on the detective side of things, but the next will be back to Connor and the reader :3 enjoy!
Connors pov:
I was currently sitting at my small desk in the Detroit precinct with hank sitting opposite me,
we were both in the middle of going through the same case file about the bombing that happened almost a week ago. trying desperately to find something we haven't seen before, as if it would spontaneously appear out of thin air, which is physically impossible.

We have been picking though with a fine tooth comb over this case for as long as we've had it, Every attempt giving as little luck as the one before. Quickly, we were both getting frustrated.

"Jesus" hank sighed in defeat, slamming down the case file on his desk, causing it to slightly shake and his picture of sumo fall over.

He leaned back In his chair and turned his head to me, who was still combing over for approximately the thirteenth time today, my hands running through my mocha brown hair.
"Any leads?" He asked me
I shook my head, "no, nothing as of this time"
Hank let out a long sigh "this Brent guy seems to be our only lead right now, and he seems to have fallen off the planet, no leads, no witnesses, no nothing. Ever since the bombing, he just...disappeared"

"But lieutenant, spontaneously disappearing is not physically possi-"

"Can it Connor, I know"

I just nodded, I too could understand his frustration that we didn't have anything but (name)s few answered questions.

Without thinking, I zoned out from the file In front of me.My mind then could not help but wander over to (name), and the time I spent with her at her house. Her enchanting (E/C) eyes were now burned into my software like a hot iron. her sweet nature practically melted my thirium pump which already skipped beats while I was around her. She made me feel a sense of 'nervousness' but I enjoyed the strange feeling nonetheless, I wonder why she's made me feel that way in the first place. Perhaps it is just a side effect of becoming a deviant.

'I wish I could see her again' I thought to myself.

My thoughts were interrupting, for Just then I received a call.

"Lieutenant Anderson, there has been a homicide at the motel in eastern Detroit. Judging from judging from eye witnesses, an RX800 has been involved"
Hank quickly stood up and walked towards the glass exit door, grabbing his coat off his chair back in the process.

He motioned for me, "Cmon, lets see if it's our man"
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Hanks car stopped in front of the 'eastern hotel' which was now surrounded by holographic police tape and red and blue car sirens were splashing the outside walls with and array of colors.
officers were holding back the already heavy stream of Reporters and camera men who were already sweeping the area, even at this late hour, trying desperately to get a story, with no avail.

Hank and I both stepped out of the car, and tactically avoided the reporters all together. I wasted no time in going to the motel office where the body was located to analyze it. The heavy raindrops quickly coated my synthetic skin and hair with water in the few seconds it took me to get there.

I stepped into the office doorway with hank following close behind me, I walked over and kneeled down beside the body that was slumped over behind the counter and scanned his face.

The identity came back as deceased 70 year old Samuel quarry, he was, and had been, the owner of this motel for 20 years. The cause of death had been a gun shot point blank range in the skull. Statistically speaking, he more than likely died before he even fell to the ground.
He had just died in the span of a few hours by the time I could scan him.

I noticed that Samuels almost still warm hand was wrapped around a small kitchen knife that was covered by small traces of thirium. I had also noticed that the cash register had been opened, with a few dollar bills out on the carpeted floor. I concluded that this had been a robbery that went horribly awry, with the now damaged android being the culprit.

I turned to hank, "had the security cameras been checked?"
Hanks nodded his head, "yep, and the cameras have been hacked, wiped everything that happened"

I slowly nodded and turned my head back to the knife. I quickly dipped my index and middle finger in it and sampled it, doing so without lieutenant Anderson noticing.
It came back as blue blood for an assistant RX800 android, serial number: 313 437 8769.
"Do we know what Brent's serial number is?" I asked hank, who was now kneeling beside me doing his own analysis.
"No, we just know his model" he answered
"Perhaps (name) knows" I asked, hank just shrugged

My blue LED flickered slightly, as I contacted (name)s cell phone number by text

Connor: hello (name) this is Connor, I have contacted you because I have a question that I believe you might have the answer to. Do you by any chance know Brent's serial number? We might have found some traces of his thirium at a nervy crime scene and we need your help to analyze it

(Name); um, no not of off the top of my head i do remember it being in his employment file, but that was all destroyed in the fire

Connor: maybe if I read the serial number to you it would be of assistance to your memory

(Name): sure, that would help

Connor. It's 313 437 8769

(Name); yeah, that sounds right

Connor; alright, thank you for your assistance

(Name); your welcome Connor, it was no trouble, and tell me what you find. I hope Brent's not in danger.

I then turned my attention back to the scene, and explained to hank my findings.

"The blood matches his model and serial number" I clarified "there is a high probability that Brent has committed this homicide"

"Jesus Christ" hank sighed, then thought a moment.
"there has got to be something we're not seeing here, (name) said that he felt 'frustrated' but that doesn't make someone do things like this... I'd be pinned up a long time ago if that was the case"
I nodded
"Perhaps we should meet back with (name) " I suggested "I am aware of how difficult this will be for her to hear, i have to tell her my findings in person"

"You read my mind"