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A short while later, the taxi cab rolled to a stop outside a large warehouse, yellow tape barred the way as a few officers kept gawkers and media at bay. Paying his fare, Lucas tossed his cigarette on the ground, grinding it out underfoot as he lifted the tape over his head and showed his badge to the nearby officer.
"Oh great... Rodecker beat me here." He thought with a sigh, walking straight up to the older detective.
"It's about time you got here Klein, where's your car?" Rodecker asked, the annoyed veteran's voice was a mix of dissapointment and sarcasm, making it hard to know whether he was angry or simply riding the younger cop's case. Klein had a headache from the crash, and didn't care to try and figure his superior's mood out.
"Wrapped around your suspect at the moment, you got any aspirin?" Klein asked, getting a sigh and a negatory nod in response. "Anyway, what did I miss?"
Rodecker led Klein into the warehouse, pointing left and right as he spoke.
"Believe it or not, looks like this was a drug deal, at least at first..." He said, pointing at a pile of cocaine that had been crushed out of it's packaging during some sort of brawl. "...looks like it went bad though, that or a rival or vigilante or something crashed the party. In any case, we wound up with five dead, and another five we've gotta run down... well I guess four now." Rodecker said, noting the arrest which cost Klein his car. Stopping at a partitioned off section of the warehouse, Rodecker turned to face Klein and spoke more quietly.
"Like I said, we thought it was just a drug deal gone sour, until we looked in here." He said, sliding the plastic covering out of the way and stepping inside to reveal a work area of sorts, filled with masses of machine parts and scattered remains of blueprints, burned beyond recognition. Without a word Klein slipped a small camera from his pocket and began photographing the parts and scraps of paper. Maybe something here would give him a clue as to who was building whatever it was they were building in here.
Rodecker stepped back quietly as the young detective went to work. While the old man didn't much care for the ex-soldier that had been placed in his precinct, he couldn't help but respect Klein's work ethic. Walking back to the doorway, he paused and spoke.
"I'll leave this stuff to you, but don't bother with the evidence outside, the drug deal is my investigation." Rodecker said gruffly, resuming his trademark scowl and leaving the room. Outside, he made his way back to the scene of the drug deal and murders, only to pause at the sight of an officer popping an aspirin.
"Hey, you got any more of those?" He asked.
"Uh... yeah, new bottle."
"Klein was whining about a headache, do me a favor and go shut him up eh?" |
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