Although he was reminded by Zach, James' heartbeat still skipped a beat when he just entered the police station. He had never seen such a busy police station.
Maybe people who don't work here wouldn't notice it at all. Isn't it the police station? There should be noisy scenes of police and criminals coexisting at all times, right? This can prove that the police station is playing its due role, maintaining peace and fighting crime. If the place becomes deserted, it will feel abnormal.
However, James knew that the busyness at this time was just not normal.
At the beginning of the year in Barton, two candidates for governor happened to come to Barton for an inspection. The two cases of "murder of a single woman" and "renovation of telecommunications lines" that attracted great attention from the police department came across again... We all know the truth, so don't we? repeated. Although James himself could only participate at the tail end, the situation in the police station was the same as now, with all personnel mobilized.
But the newspapers at that time were full of reports about these things. Now, James confirmed it in Grand yesterday. Not a single news related to the police station in the newspapers was from Bishop. news.
Walking through the crowded reception desk, James moved among the crowd with the cup holder in his hand.
"Hello..." Most of the crowded people were civilians in casual clothes, "I received a call, um, to pick up my brother... um, which way should I go for bail... um, sorry, can I ask him? Did he commit something... Then if I don't bail him out, will he go to jail or will he be released in a few days... "
James squeezed into the police station amidst the voices of such questions, and the four cups of coffee on the cup holders did not spill a drop.
Four cups? Everyone will know.
"Detective Lance." The first guy who noticed that James was back was actually Chapman, who was pushing a struggling man with his hands cuffed behind his back. "Welcome back."
James frowned, but nodded. He didn't want to talk to Chapman. The reason will not be elaborated.
"Lance!" Fortunately, Coulson also found his long-lost partner. Looking at the cup holder held by James from afar, he perked up and casually threw away the coffee in his hand and ran directly towards James.
Chapman frowned, could only nod, and continued to push the struggling man away.
"Great!" Detective Coulson picked up a cup of coffee from James very consciously. "I've almost had enough of the bureau's crappy coffee, it smells like lime! You came just in time!"
"Is the boss here?" James was used to Coulson rubbing his coffee.
Coulson tilted his head and looked at the office of the leader of their homicide team. "Here, do you want to report for reinstatement? No need, the new case has been given to me."
Only then did James notice a document in Coulson's hand. Coulson drank half a cup of coffee and said, "I know you're coming back today and you've just been assigned a mission. Let's get going!" Then he pulled James and started to go out.
James frowned. He shook off Coulson's arm and walked straight to the homicide team leader's office without saying a word. Coulson curled his lips, snorted, and returned to his seat impatiently. He glanced at his colleagues in the police station who were all busy with their own affairs, opened his mouth, and looked through the documents in his hand.
"Detective Lance. Returned from vacation and reported in." James said in a stiff tone outside the office door.
The female team leader's voice was cold. "Come in."
James pushed the door open and entered. He picked up a cup of coffee and put it in the hand of his immediate superior.
"What is this?" The female team leader was halfway through the file she was looking at and looked at the coffee that was placed in her hand.
"Coffee, team leader." James stood upright, holding two cups of coffee.
The capable female team leader twitched her lips. "Just tell me what you want to do. I don't have time to waste with you."
"Nothing, team leader." James said, "It's just that Detective Coulson often complains about the coffee in the bureau, and I want to be my partner. I often invite him to drink coffee, and there is no reason why I shouldn't do the same to my boss. "
"Ha." The female team leader actually smiled, closed the file she was reading, tilted her head and looked at James, "Lance, I think you are indeed learning something." She picked up the coffee and shook it She shook her head and said, "But you haven't learned the essence yet." She pointed to her cup, with a tea bag hanging on the rim of the cup, "I prefer tea."
The corners of James' eyes twitched. Yes, James just wants to please his boss! The reason is naturally what he said to Zach in Grande, knowing that there will be resistance to finding out the identities of the bodies that the police station is covering up, James is trying to slow down. But the result seems to be a failure.
The team leader still opened the lid of the coffee and took a sip with a sad expression on his face. He waved his hand, "Let's get straight to the point. What does Detective Lance, who just came back from vacation, need? Let me hear what I can do with you, Lance's son. If your heart approves, I’ll just sign you up for another holiday.”
James looked ugly.
From the team leader's words, it seems that James' working situation is not very good. There is no need to be surprised, after all, James encountered something unpleasant (the southeastern case in which Zach was arrested previously, judging from the result, James' intention to continue the investigation was forcibly blocked by the bureau) , and went on a willful vacation. James is a bad detective who is disorganized and disciplined.
Seeing that James didn't speak, the team leader raised his chin towards the coffee in James' hand, "Who is the rest for?"
"xx from the Criminal Records Office and xx from the Missing Persons Unit." James answered sullenly.
The team leader raised his eyebrows, genuinely confused, "Them? Why."
James thought for a while, shook his head, took out a notebook from his coat pocket, and handed it to his boss, "I want to confirm the identity of these corpses."
The team leader looked through the features that James had summarized yesterday at Grande under Mollman's narration, such as the tattoos, features, and belongings on the corpses. That is, the remaining coffee in James' hand can please the investigation.
"What is this?" The team leader frowned. She didn't need to answer, "Where did you get these from?"
James pursed his lips.
The team leader glanced at James and twitched his lips, "Huh, these people are already corpses." James let it slip. No one else is to blame.
The team leader showed a thoughtful look and glanced at James, "Are you wondering why these things were not reported in the newspapers, and want to know their identities? Hum, you don't need to please your colleagues to secretly investigate, I can tell you. ” She quickly flipped through James’ notes. "You have about four people here who are members of small gangs in the Southeast. Hmm, the names of the gangs don't matter anymore. These gangs no longer exist."
What happened in the southeast, what is the current busyness and cover-up of the police department, will it finally be revealed
"What do you mean?" James asked immediately.
"I didn't speak clearly, or you were deaf." The team leader closed James' notebook and threw it away. Well, lost it. Carrara's fell into a trash can full of wet tea bags. This is a very obvious hint - James, please leave this matter alone.
James stared at the trash can, and the lines on his lips were stretched stiffly, "What happened to the southeast?"
"You want to know?" The team leader shook his head, as if he was disappointed that James was still asking for what he wanted, and sneered, "Haha, why don't you ask your guy who has something to do with Southeast? partner."
James didn't have time to express anything. The team leader had returned to the interrupted document again and raised his hand. Point to the door.
James clenched his fists, turned around and went out. Go straight to Coulson.
"Coulson!" James casually gave the useless coffee to the two lucky guys who passed by, "I have something to ask you!"
"Ah!" Coulson stood up from his seat and collected the scattered documents, "Let's go! We received a somewhat interesting case this time, there is no bloody scene (they are a homicide team). It suits you well. The first case I just came back from..."
"No, Coulson, I have something to ask you." James interrupted his partner, "Southeast..."
"Bala, bala, bala." A strange voice came from Coulson's mouth, completing the counter-interruption.
James was stunned for a moment.
"Culson, southeast..."
"Blah blah blah." Coulson held the case documents in his hand. Looking at James, he repeated this confusing action.
James shut his mouth and looked at Coulson. After a brief, silent and uncomfortable look at each other, "Southeast..."
"Bala, bala, bala." Coulson opened his mouth and looked into James' eyes, as if he was always ready.
"Dong..." James just started.
"Blah blah blah."
James frowned and spoke again, "Dong..."
"Blah blah blah."
"Coulson!"
"Huh? What's the matter, Lance?" Coulson became normal and asked like a friendly partner.
“Southeast…”
"Blah blah blah."
James took a few steps back, turned around and took a deep breath, then turned back, approached, lowered his voice, and said in a gloomy tone, "Coulson! What the hell are you doing!"
Coulson stared at James for a moment, then slammed the papers on their case onto the table. It turns out that Detective Coulson is also at the breaking point! His voice was also lowered and his tone became gloomy, "I still want to ask you what the hell you are doing!"
"I want to ask you about things in the southeast! What is the current bureau covering up..."
"What happened?! What were you covering up?!" Coulson approached James, "You damn don't have eyes to see what the people in this bureau are doing?! I seem to be involved. Are you inside! You ask me? What do you want me to say to you!"
Perhaps Coulson spoke too quickly and pushed too close. James was short-circuited for a moment and just opened his mouth and took a few steps back involuntarily.
Coulson had no intention of holding back and continued to approach, "You ungrateful thing!"
James' face fell, and he looked at Coulson gloomily, "What did you say?"
"Tell me what's wrong with you!" Coulson stared at James, "You careless boy! Useless guy!"
The corners of James' mouth twitched, and the resentment brought by Grande seemed to burst out here, "Say it again!"
"Once? I can say it countless times!" Coulson pressed James tightly, pushing his shoulder provocatively toward James, "What can you do!"
No one in the police station seemed to notice these two people, everyone seemed busy with their own affairs.
James took a deep breath, taking deep breaths continuously, actually trying to ignore Coulson's provocation, "I'll ask again, what's going on in the southeast."
"Hmph!" A voice that could not tell whether it was a sneer or a cold snort came out of Coulson's throat, "You want to know so much? OK, let me tell you, the southeast is in chaos! Gangs are starting to do it! Assassinations, Raid, any dirty thing you can think of, it’s out!”
Coulson's eyes scanned the bureau for a week, and the guys who secretly paid attention to these two people chose to stay away temporarily and continued to look like they were busy with their own affairs. Coulson snorted again, "Huh! Did you see that? This is the attitude of the people in the bureau towards you when you have an informant who is in the middle of a chaotic fight!"
The 'you' in these words is Coulson himself! The informant is the 'general'!
Something struck James. Zach and Moorman told his body that the Southeast has always had a large number of gangs coexisting, the police department has always had an attitude towards the Southeast, and there are no newspapers reporting on the Southeast... The incident is unfolding -
"I'm in my own game..." Coulson's sudden outburst turned out to have nothing to do with James! "I feel like a sinner!! What does this have to do with me! 'The General' has no information before and after! I don't know anything, and now this mess is none of my business! Everyone is so weird!" The way it looks like it’s on my head! I…”
Coulson was right, James was a heartless guy.
Coulson used a good description, a mess. Will the large and small gangs in the southeast that can never develop continue to be like this? How is it possible? They are not restaurants, they are gangs!
If there is a chaotic battle in the southeast, as Coulson just said, and all dirty methods are used, the police station, huh, I am afraid it is not just the police station, it can't be said to be covering up anything, but control, stability maintenance, and public order!
Speaking of which, the impression that the Patton Police Department was covering something up, well, it was Zach who gave it to James! James felt a sense of boredom at this moment!
Now look at what the team leader asked James to ask Coulson. Yes, this is Coulson's current situation in the police station.
When Coulson became more and more excited, James grabbed Coulson's arm with his backhand, "Coulson! Go out and talk!" James pushed Coulson, but he remembered to take the case documents of their mission.
After sitting in the car, Coulson was still excited, as if he had been holding in his resentment for many days!
"Look at those guys!" They no longer looked like they were pressing against James, and they seemed to be purely venting their emotions. "Everyone of them looked like I owed them! I..."
"Coulson!" James interrupted irritably, "Let's be clear! I know from Grande that many bodies were dumped in the southeast, and I have no idea what happened! Also, you said 'general' at all. The news, uh, what happened again..."
"Don't mention the Southeast to me!" Coulson's firepower was directed at James again, "Are you deaf! I told you, I have no news at all! I don't know anything!! Don't mention it to me again Those three words (Southeast)! I’m fed up and say I don’t know anymore!”
When James was silent for a moment, Coulson irritably took the documents of the new case, "Focus! We have our own cases to handle! Let the guys in the bureau clean up that damn place!" Coulson was rude. Pulling on the seat belt, "That woman, boss, doesn't even trust me! It's so fucking frustrating! The missing persons case was left to us! It's simply an insult!"
Coulson is talking about his new case with James. It seems that what he told James before was a good case, but it was just self-comfort, and it was still a consolation for failure.
James, who already knew that he would get nothing from Coulson, shook his head and could only look for clues from other places. James stabilized the steering wheel and glanced at it. It turned out to be a case assigned by the court. The header of the document had the logo of Barton Court, "What case?"
"The defendant's key witness is missing." Coulson calmed down a bit after venting. "Bishop sued the security company of his estate, but the security guards working at the estate have disappeared."
Why did the North District Police Department take over this case? Because this company is in the North District... (..)