Little Detective

Chapter 13: The New Information

"Barnes! Come here!" Captain Butler called out from his office as soon as I walked into the station.

As I approached his office, I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. He sent me a grin when he saw me.

"What's up, Cap?" I asked.

"We got a call from a Jonathan Scott wanting to speak to Jones," Captain Butler said. "But he's not in yet. Does the name ring a bell?"

"I wonder if it's the Johnathan that Jones talked to yesterday about the Ambler case, the victims' grandson," I wondered.

"He said that he doesn't want to talk to his parents about it and wants to talk to Jones ASAP," Captain Butler said. He holds out an information card to me. "Here's the number. Have Jones call him when he gets in. That poor couple didn't deserve to go like that. Find out who did it to them."

"Got it Cap," I said.

I made my way to my desk. Once there, I put my bag down on the surface of my desk and took my things out. When I had everything situated, I sat down and began some paperwork.

"Hey, Barnes," Richmond said as he leaned up against my desk. "Heard a new body came up for you and Jones yesterday and you got no leads."

"It was actually two bodies, a burglary gone wrong. And no neighbors heard anything useful. And we're still trying to get a clear picture from the security camera from across the street," I said.

"These home invasions can be scary. This is why a beautiful young women needs a strong man in the home to protect them," Richmond said cockily.

"That's why I have a dog that barks at anyone who comes near my apartment," I said. "And a gun."

"Well if you ever get scared, you have my number. I'll come running if you need my help," Richmond said.

"Stick with the women you meet at bars, Richmond," I said as sassily as I could.

"Ouch. You wound me, Barnes," Richmond said as he held a hand to his heart.

"Be careful, Richmond, or your ego isn't going to be the only thing that's wounded," Sanchez said as he walked by to his desk with a laugh.

"Thank you, Sanchez," I said.

"Barnes doesn't bite," Richmond said to his partner. "Right, Barnes?"

"I'm not sure you really want to find out," I joked.

"Damn, Barnes. You don't seem like the kinky type," Sanchez joked.

I spun in my chair and hit him on the arm. He laughed at my offended face before he began working.

"I'm serious, though, Barnes. If you ever want to go out for a drink, or catch a movie, just call me," Richmond said.

"Sure, Richmond," I said and gave him a small smile. He walked over to his desk with sideways smile.

"What did Red want?" Jones asked as he walked up to his desk, directly across from me.

"Doesn't matter," I shrugged. "You got a message from Johnathan Scott. He wants to talk to you."

I threw the info card onto his desk. It landed close to the edge of his desk.

"I thought he would," Jones sighed.

"Was he that obvious?" I asked.

"Not everyone is an amazing actor," Jones said, picking up his phone and dialing the number.

"Hello, this is Detective Jones with Towson PD," Jones said. "Is this Johnathan Scott? . . . Okay, punk. . . . You needed to tell me somethin'? . . . Oh really? . . . And what are their names? . . . Right, and do you know if they were in Towson between eleven and midnight? . . . Alright, anything else, punk? . . . No, you're not goin' to be in trouble. And I won't tell your parents. . . . Right. Goodbye."