A new day, a new beginning. But James was not in a happy mood. He walked into the police station with bruises on his lower eyelids from lack of sleep. He didn't sleep well last night.
The police station was in a busy atmosphere all morning, but everyone was on the opposite side of James. They walked briskly past James, smiling and saying hello, "Morning! Detective Lance!"
James reluctantly cheered up and returned greetings to everyone, but his eyes fell on the silhouette sitting in front of his desk.
James had seen this silhouette all night yesterday. Even though he took off his ill-fitting clothes, put on a police uniform, and took off the gauze... James still recognized him at a glance. The 'best' way to get to know a person well - to be kidnapped by him.
Coulson sat on a chair with a runner, crossed the range of his desk, and invaded James's side. He put one hand on Chapman's shoulder and stood on the table with the other, leaning against Chapman. He said something casually.
"Lance!" Coulson spotted James and waved, "Pierce is writing a report, come and take a look!"
Chapman turned his head and met James in the air. It's a pity that they have no tacit understanding, and neither of them received the message sent by the other party. Instead, they both felt weirdly embarrassed.
James shook his head to get rid of the weird feeling, walked to the desk, picked up a report and looked at it. Just like filling in the reason for use and bullet consumption after firing a gun, this is a cumbersome and necessary paperwork. It's just that Chapman's report was much more serious than the shooting. He was negligent in his duties. All police-related things on his possession were stolen, and in the reason column, he wrote that he was 'unconscious after being drunk'. Before dereliction of duty, we should add seriousness.
"How is it?" Coulson asked with a frown, "I think you should add that you are leading the patrol." Coulson kept shaking his hands in front of his chest, trying to express his point of view, "Let your friend issue a certificate. You know. Make it look..."
"Less responsibilities." James put down the document with a deadpan expression. He raised his finger coldly to signal Chapman to get up. This was his exclusive table for Detective Lance.
Chapman showed no expression as he collected the scattered documents and stood up.
Coulson glared at James, pulled Chapman to his desk, and asked Chapman to read it to him after he finished writing. As a veteran police detective. Coulson knows how to make this kind of document look 'good'.
After Coulson finished explaining, he walked over to where James had just sat down and said, "You, come here!" His tone was unquestionable.
James shook his head helplessly, his partner was going to teach him a lesson again.
The two detectives bypassed the police station lobby and walked to the bathroom. Coulson dismissed everyone very domineeringly and glared at James, "James! What's wrong with you!"
Used the title 'James'. Our young detective curled his lips. Coulson rarely calls James by his first name at work, but mostly by his surname. Once the name is called during working hours, it means that Coulson has to put aside work and teach people the principles of life.
"You found him!" Coulson stared at James, "You know he is innocent at all, don't you feel any guilt at all? You speculated on his motives like that before!" Coulson was a little excited, but this was obviously not true. After James said. He was trying to comfort himself, "So now, can you have some empathy? Then throw away that gloomy face of yours! Be nice to him!"
James looked at his partner. innocent? James took a deep breath. Zach was right. He needed someone to communicate with, otherwise he would choke sooner or later. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well."
Coulson studied James' face for a moment. He clicked his tongue impatiently, "Then let's get a cup of coffee!" After telling James what he was thinking, Coulson himself felt much more relaxed and no longer interested in teaching others, "Uh. Get me a cup too, Today we are stuck in the bureau for another day.”
James frowned, "Why?"
Coulson walked towards the urinal. He moved skillfully and said matter-of-factly, "The case has not been transferred from above. Let us continue to deal with it."
At this point, James could foresee that if the case of Chapman Pierce was transferred, many problems might arise, such as the blood stains on the patrol car and where the stolen items were taken. These have not been resolved. Once investigated, although the case was no longer related to Chapman, the ultimate responsibility still rested on him.
It would be better to let the two people who started it from the beginning continue to deal with it, and simply turn the case into a missing police officer. When Chapman is found, the case will be terminated. Like James said, less responsibility.
"Why are we trapped in the bureau?" James raised his head and stared at the ceiling. Coulson was older than him, so he had the basic courtesy.
"Hmph." Coulson hummed with obvious disdain, "In the early morning, someone surrendered." After the sound of water, Coulson walked to the sink with a gloomy face, "I want to take that guy's Everything sticks out of your mouth!"
James pursed his lips, Crowley moved so quickly. Yes, it's Crowley. The reason James didn't sleep well was that Zach called in the middle of the night. From then on, James' mind was in a mess and he couldn't sleep.
Zach on the phone probably had too much late-night snacks, so he was chattering energetically for almost half an hour. The general idea was that after he left the attic, he went to Crowley's place. After finishing Wander's escape incident, he complained that he didn't know what method to use to make James not hate him, so as to get the gangs in the southeast to cooperate.
Then Crowley took the initiative to take over this troublesome job. Zach kept repeating on the phone that he refused again and again—
'No, I said to Crowley, no really. The most I can do is use the Charming Eyes for one night to bury everyone's memories. Although it is very tiring and James may feel uncomfortable, this is the safest method. What does it matter if I am a little tired. How dangerous is it for the devil to do it, possession? threaten? James, you said, this will make you more uncomfortable, right? And it would be bad if those gang members died. Are you right, James? '
In the dark attic, James sat on the ground, covering his face with one hand and holding the receiver with the other. He listened to the vampire on the other side constantly talking about "Devil" and "Eye of Charm", without feeling any sleep at all.
What Zach said rambled on later, and James, who had been completely awakened, had to listen. The final result was that Crowley's persistence made Zach agree, otherwise Crowley would hold Zach accountable for letting him go. Let's go with Wander's business. Out of frustration, Zach agreed. This is the point.
However, Zach repeatedly emphasized that he confirmed that no one would die or be threatened. Then the vampire, who was still a little worried, thought it would be better to inform James.
James, who already knew Zach somewhat, knew that this was just the vampire trying to shirk the responsibility, making a lot of nonsense, but he did not forget to put himself on the victimized and considerate side.
But for James, this is beyond his capabilities. Those in the southeast will not end well whether they fall into the hands of Zach, Crowley, or even their partner Coulson.
Unlike Coulson who wanted to help Chapman escape responsibility as much as possible, James comforted himself this way: Those people in the southeast were not innocent, and it was a fact that they killed Chapman. But looking at the dark circles under James's eyes, you can tell that this consolation effect is not very good.
"Where's the guy who surrendered?" James frowned. If he guessed correctly, that guy was a demon with an injured knee.
"Sitting in the interrogation room." Coulson washed his hands and looked disgusted. "There is a gunshot wound on his knee. He thinks he is a character and demands to see no one except Pierce!"
James suppressed the nausea in his body and said, "I'll go take a look."
"No!" Coulson glared at his partner, "I'm going to do blackface this time! Don't fight with me!"
James breathed slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and sorted out his emotions. It's not a good feeling to switch places in completely different events. He felt like a delusional child, smiling and saying goodnight to his parents as they exited the room, watching the monster in the closet open the door and stare at him.
James stood in front of the sink, glanced at himself in the mirror, and wiped some cold water on his face with Coulson, "By the way." James remembered something, "Where were you yesterday? James thought about the words, "Did you encounter any, uh, small things yesterday? Let me handle it. I need a lighter start today."
Coulson took out a piece of paper, wiped off the water droplets on his face, and looked at James in the mirror, "Yesterday? Oh, I went to see Pierce's wife." Coulson frowned, obviously thinking of something bad. He touched his body, took out a notebook, flipped through it, and threw it to James, "Here you go, small things in the community. I didn't like them yesterday, so I jotted them down. Here they are." He started looking at the mirror. Fix your hair.
James flipped through his notes. This was a bad habit left over from when Coulson was a police officer. If he sees anything unpleasant, especially when he is irritable, he will take care of it. You can think of it as an abuse of power, or you can think of it as a sign of his careful work.
James nodded and turned to the next few pages. First, there was a long interview with Chapman's wife. James glanced at it for a few times and then turned over it irritably. Then there is garbage scattered around a certain house, road signs have been moved, sewer manhole covers have been daubed, potted plants occupy the sidewalk, fire alarms have failed...
James frowned. He didn't see the car window being blackened. He looked back and forth several times and found nothing.
"Hey!" James stopped his partner who was about to leave, "These are all for return visits. Don't you have some really easy things that can be done with a few phone calls, such as checking license plates? "
Detective Coulson raised an eyebrow, "What license plate?"
James's face darkened.
"Just call the Back Bay Community Management Office directly." Coulson waved his hand impatiently, "Oh, go get two cups of coffee! I'm fed up with the stuff in the bureau that smells like rat shit!" (. .)