Giving Your All

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"Who are the suspects?" He asked.

"My parents, I'll come down to the station to give more info."

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Captain Jeffery Fowler was a little dumbfounded to say the least. A child, no older than 12, was on her way over to give private info on one of the DPD's most puzzling drug cases. He was skeptical to say the least about the info that this kid contained. He decided that the people who knew most about cases like these should extract information from her. He stepped out of his office and called for Lieutenant Anderson and his partner, Connor.

"What is it Fowler, it's too early in the morning for this shit and we have a case to work on." Hank grumbled. He always hated morning meetings, especially when he had a tough case to crack and he hadn't had his coffee yet. "Watch it, and that's why I called you both in here. It's about the case." Fowler said. "Captain, what kind of info do you have that would make you unable to just send it-" "We have some names Hank, and a real witness."

Hank sat up in his seat at that, as did Connor, who was already sitting ever so perfectly. "Really? Well that's fucking great but why couldn't you have just sent us the names?" Hank asked. "Because we have a little problem, Lieutenant. It's the girl." Fowler explained. "What are you-... wait, the girl from the hostage taking at Jericho?" Connor clarified, as Jeffery nodded.

"What info could a child like that have about a drug crime?" Connor asked. "She did say that a lot of that went down where she lived, and this could also give us more info on the hostage situation. But she didn't give names, she just said that it was her parents and that she would explain when she got down here." Fowler explained. "You're telling me that she's having her drug crime related parents drive her down to the fucking police station for an unknown reason?" Hank inquired. "She didn't say how she was getting here, she just said that she was coming down to give more info."

"So what do we do now, Captain?" Connor asked.

"Go wait for her."

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As Remy drove herself down to the DPD, she was willing to admit to no one that she was a little nervous. Sure, she admired officers of their standards and treated them with high respect, but it was always intimidating getting yourself involved with law enforcement. Especially when you were willingly putting yourself on death's row if your parents found out.

She didn't know how they would react to her being able to drive, or that she had photo and video evidence. She didn't know how they would react to seeing a literal criminal basically turning herself in, but it was worth it to justify her parents. As she hit a red light, she realized that the smell of alcohol still lingered in the car, and that the bottle of whiskey itself still sat in the cup holder. She could see the DPD station in the distance so she had to make this fast.

She put the cap on the whiskey bottle and threw it in the passenger compartment and covered it up. She then reached under the drivers seat and took out an instant air freshener and a container of Febreeze. She put the freshener over the air conditioner and sprayed the Febreeze all over the car. By the time she covered up her father's late night ride evidence, the light turned green.

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Connor and Hank waited outside the DPD for Remy, Connor paced as he reviewed all the evidence they previously had, ready to throw it out the window. Apparently this girl was the equivalent of an adult witness in the Captain's eyes, which he agreed with as long as the evidence paid off.

"You okay there Connor? Don't think I've ever seen you nervous before." Hank had been watching his partner pace the whole time, he didn't understand why he was so nervous. Ever since the revolution and Connor's deviancy started, Hank began to notice ticks within Connor. He would pace when he was waiting for something or if he was nervous, and his coin tricks became a habit as well.