James was not in a good mood, and his partner Coulson kept asking who the girl who called in the morning was. James was very unhappy with this kind of knowing teasing.
When he worked with the watch given by Georgina on his first day, his partner relied on police instinct to deduce the truth. I don’t know if it was because of Jin first and Crowley later that James became protective of his wife. He really didn’t want to share his private life.
Today, Georgina's family came to Barton to see their daughter. James was originally going to accompany Georgina to pick her up at the train station, but something happened at the police station in the morning, and James had to focus on work. Hope this doesn't leave a bad impression on the other person.
"Who is she? What does she look like? How do you know each other? Oh, Lance! I will find out sooner or later!" Coulson looked at James sitting at the side by side table with a look on his face. chuckle.
James was too lazy to pay attention to his partner and organized the information on the table. He decided to leave the police station. Nothing seems to have happened in the morning. He doesn't want to waste time here anymore. He wants to leave a good impression on himself and the person he expects to be his future father-in-law!
"Coulson, Lance!" was summoned.
The two detectives walked to the homicide chief's office.
The leader of the homicide team is a middle-aged woman, not tall, with a very well-proportioned figure. She wears standard formal clothes for a long time. She has dark chestnut curly hair tied back. She is a very capable woman. It is said that no one in the police station has been able to beat her, but God knows if this is a rumor to increase the authority of the female team leader, no one dares to verify it.
Coulson is an old man, so he is much more casual than James. As soon as he closed the office door, he frowned and asked urgently: "How are you doing? Is there any news?"
Team Leader Downer stared at the information on his desk. He waved his hand to close the curtains.
James turned around and rotated the blinds, and the light in the room suddenly became dark.
"We found the car." Tang Na glanced at the two of them, pushed the information, and motioned for the two of them to sit down, with a bad expression on his face. "But Chapman's whereabouts remain unknown."
Coulson took the information and flipped through it, his face completely gloomy.
Calls were called last night and shots were heard in the southeast part of the North End. Of course, the call was made anonymously, and the content was very vague. We could only conclude that a citizen had accidentally seen it, but he did not dare to say more for fear of offending some local gang members, and because his conscience could not help but act, he called this vague call. Telephone.
When the police arrived. Only some residual blood stains that had not been cleaned were found. At this point, the situation had no beginning and no end. The police initially believed that there was a conflict between the guys in the gang. They visited several bars, but of course no one admitted it and no one gave any useful information.
Things changed in the morning, when all the night patrol police officers were supposed to return to their shifts, but one patrol car did not show up.
It was quickly traced to Chapman. Chapman's family situation was not good. His son has been in and out of the hospital since birth due to heart disease. The police did not explicitly notify his family, but instead learned in a roundabout way that the other party had not returned home. I also missed my son’s check-up at the hospital today.
The police's intuition was very keen, and Chapman was one of their own, so everyone had been working on this matter since morning. Clues were unearthed bit by bit. Chapman did not respond to any instructions from the dispatch office last night. The time when the communication was shut down was very similar to the time of gunshots mentioned in the anonymous call. A convenience store near Mary Church saw someone who looked like Chapman passing by...
The police had good instincts, and Chapman was one of their own. It must be emphasized. So the two detectives from the homicide team are now staring at the information with gloomy expressions.
"Don't draw any conclusions in advance." Team Leader Downer stared at his two subordinates, one was a reliable detective who had climbed to this position down-to-earth, and the other was a second-generation police officer with a prominent family background and a newcomer to the police station. She thinks these two people can best understand and be most suitable for the current situation. "We don't want to cause any unrest without really tangible results."
Donner sighed. As a woman, her skin was not really good. The wrinkles caused by her frown were etched between her eyebrows. She looked at Coulson and said, "Coulson, I know you have some connections in the southeast." , now is the time to use them." Then he looked at James, "Lance, you are a newcomer. No matter how we will disclose this to the public after it is over, I want to know the whole truth! So I need to Can you be objective?"
Before James could answer, Coulson frowned, "Team leader, what do you mean?"
Donner didn't answer, and waved his hand to disperse the two people.
There is no need to explain. The information clearly states that Chapman turned off the communication without responding to any dispatch. In addition, the convenience store cashier testified that Chapman drank. The police are very sensitive, especially when looking for a motive. Chapman is one of his own, and only newcomer James Lance can remain objective.
When leaving the police station, because it was a non-public investigation, the two drove James's private car, but Coulson was driving. This is Coulson warning James, 'I have the final say. 'As for the reason, everyone should understand.
"Where are we going now?" James was sitting in the passenger seat, he was in a bad mood. As soon as he left the police station, the information in his hand was snatched away by Coulson and he was never allowed to touch it again. James understood this childish behavior, but it didn't mean he would be happy, "Go directly to the 'General'."
Coulson frowned and stared at the road ahead, suddenly angry, "What do you want to express! Do I need to ask that criminal for help in my work?"
James glanced sideways at his partner. This middle-aged man was also too sensitive in some aspects. However, the team leader’s words were too direct. Informants are very important secret resources for police detectives. Even in Seth’s case, Coulson didn’t dare to let go. He didn’t like to be exposed by others, let alone himself. 's boss.
"Sorry." Coulson moved his shoulders and twitched the corners of his mouth, seeming to realize his irrationality, "I just don't like this situation!"
James shook his head slightly. Since the morning, he could actually feel that his partner was in a bad mood. Coulson was not a gossip, and asking about his love life was just a distraction for the detective. Speaking of being objective, Coulson, an old man who has been working in the Barton Police Department, is probably more objective than himself, but he just doesn't want to accept his own reasoning.
"We don't know anything yet, we are just guessing." James wanted to comfort him. He had heard many people around him talking about Chapman's family all morning, and he reasoned that he also had it, but he didn't have anything to say about it. The intersection of Chapman and he felt so unworthy.
The words of comfort had no effect. Coulson glanced at James gloomily and said, "You also have a guess." Coulson shook his head. Please understand Coulson's state of mind at this time. He took a deep breath and clicked his tongue irritably, "Lance, doesn't your informant also have contact with the 'General'? Why don't you ask?"
Coulson's tone was not very good, "Don't think I didn't hear it, he was the one who called before! Grande, right? You move very fast!"
James frowned, realizing that Coulson had misunderstood something. Because Chapman is a police officer, before the case was officially handed over to the two of them, the people in the police station were basically using their own resources to investigate and help their colleagues. The newcomer James was not. So positive, we all know his thoughts are with Georgina.
James didn't like others accusing him of things he didn't do. "Coulson, before today, I didn't know Chapman at all! The phone call just now was a boring trivial matter. You know I didn't plan to show up here at all today." !”
James was really angry. His personal affairs were not going well, and his official affairs were not going well either. James was still a young man and he would get angry when pressed. He pulled out the case information from under Coulson's butt, "So I don't care what kind of person this Chapman is, how much you like him! To me, this is just a case that needs to be solved! So Don't have inexplicable emotions towards me, I don't care! Whether it's speculation or facts, do you want to solve the case? If you do, put your emotions aside! Just be professional, okay?"
Coulson's eyes twitched as he glanced at James who was opening the information, then at the road ahead, then at James, then at the road...
After being silent for a while, Coulson pursed his lips and said, "Go and contact Grande." What James said made sense. Coulson put aside the emotions in his heart and thought seriously, "I will go directly to the 'General'. Maybe there is Conflict of interest, we don't know yet if it is related to gangs, I'm worried that the 'general' will hide something. Your Grande is a third party, which is more suitable."
James looked at Coulson and thought for a while. Although he didn't want to find Grande, he had to admit that Coulson's idea was correct.
Although everyone reluctantly suspected that Chapman's motives were impure, if he was really looking for a gang, then the 'General's' position would be difficult to judge. Going directly is obviously the next best option. An impartial third party is needed as an interface to pass messages between the two.
Is Grande fair? James didn't want to judge, but it seemed like the only way.
"Yeah." Coulson drew out his voice, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and flipping through the information in James' hand with the other hand, and found a photo of a patrol car, "Let's go over here and see if we can find anything. What."
The patrol car in the photo was covered in blood and abandoned at the junction of the South and North districts. That area had not been developed because of the gang members in the north, and there were a lot of half-finished housing.
Oh, by the way, that's where Walter, the gifted liar with half a front tooth missing, lives. (..)