James and Coulson looked up from the pile of papers, moved their bodies, and stretched their numb shoulders.
"Humph, the view is pretty good." Detective Coulson sat on the swivel chair, turned around the conference table filled with documents, and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows.
James also turned back and looked out the window. This is the investigation point of their case, the conference room of the security company sued by Bishop.
This security company is located in the northeast part of Back Bay, and Fenway Stadium can be seen from the conference room window. You can also see the suspension bridge connecting the west and north districts. There is a train track leading directly to Bechi in the middle, and there are traffic lanes on both sides.
"Mr. Detective." The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a well-built man didn't look at the two of them at all. Instead, he shouted to the messy conference table with impatient and repulsive eyes, "Tsk, you two Have you finished reading? It’s noon and our company is going to take a lunch break.”
James and Coulson are obviously not welcomed by this company. Naturally, think about what they are here to do, they are here to handle a case, what case to handle, a missing case, and who is missing? He is an important witness in Bishop's lawsuit against their company. It is not clear to say this. It should be said that the missing witnesses are people from their company who were derelict in their duties in Bishop and led to the continuous "accidents" in Bishop Manor.
So it doesn't really matter what James and Coulson are here to do. What matters is that the case they are investigating is the most vulnerable part of this company.
James stood up from his chair with a gloomy expression, "Lunch break? We didn't even see your supervisor!"
"I told you, the supervisor is in a meeting, in case you don't know, hum." Sarcastically, maybe more self-deprecating, "We are being sued by Bishop. So sorry, the supervisor is very busy, all we can provide are these documents, Those people’s work resumes, work reports, there is nothing more.”
"Then are you willing to hinder the investigation of the case in multiple places?" James was also unceremonious. He opened his coat to reveal the police badge on his waist, reminding him that although Bishop's prosecution is a big deal, offending the police detective is also a big deal...
Coulson was watching from the side, his mouth curled up as if watching the show.
The man frowned and clicked his tongue, "Wait here. I'll go notify you again." When he turned around to leave, he turned back with a sarcastic look on his face. This time he was really sarcastic, "We have a lunch break now. , the company will order meals, do you two detectives want to have something to eat on the way?" He looked at James with a chuckle, "Detective Lance, what do you want. First of all, our lunches are very ordinary. It’s definitely not as good as the treatment of the general’s son.”
Coulson, who was watching the show, raised his hand and said with a smile, "Haha, anything is fine, I don't mind."
"Then Detective Lance will put up with our rough food." The man turned around and really left this time.
James slammed the document in his hand onto the table!
"Fuck!" This guy cursed.
Started in the early morning while still in Grande. James was in a constant and aggrieved situation of being targeted, targeting his origins and his job.
What we just saw was another attack on James, mocking him as the son of a general. The treatment is different.
Where does this irony come from? These documents from the desk now, no, from this security company.
Need to explain.
It’s no surprise that the employees of this security company are all veterans. The major of a soldier is to defend the country, but what about veterans? It is not a pity that their familiar security professions have been abandoned, so the existence of such a company is very reasonable. Protecting the country has become the defense of manors, communities, shopping malls, institutions, facilities...
Then there are more personal matters. A security company is a company, not a police station. There is no such thing as allocation or deployment. So these people who work in security companies are people who came to work for their own lives when they left the military and had nothing.
Then what is James? Isn't he a guy who left the army and was easily transferred to Barton to work as a police detective
Did you see it, the treatment
"They hate me!" James waved his arms irritably.
Hey, does James want to take the blame in this case? He and Coulson briefly discussed the division of labor in handling the case in the car when they arrived. James was responsible for building a closer relationship with his military background, and Coulson, an experienced police detective, was responsible for gathering information from the side.
As a result, when he first arrived and introduced himself, this white-faced man was disliked. He only used one sentence, "So you are the son of General Lance. When you came to Patton, you became a police detective. Did you do well? Hum, Come check us out, huh."
"Of course they will hate you." Coulson said with a smile on his face, "This is a security company. To put it bluntly, he is the guy who competes with us. They hate the police. Not to mention you."
James glared at Coulson, realizing, "You know! You knew this was going to be like this!"
Coulson shrugged, "Of course I know, I climbed to the position of police detective on my own! Experience! Do you know experience? It's not like you just airborne, the son of General Lance! A rookie! I just want you to experience it. Come on, learn from it!"
Coulson's tone made James even more angry. Unfortunately, James couldn't get angry at Coulson, who was both his partner and the instructor. Taking a deep breath, "What should we do now? They won't reveal any information about these people to us. These documents alone are of no use at all!"
Coulson shook his head and looked at James with some disappointment, "Lance, you don't really expect to find anything here! Use your brain. Do you think this company will be sued by Bishop?" Can you help us find the key witnesses against them! Is there anything wrong with these work reports in Bishop? No! Almost all of them are standard security procedures! I'm afraid they are just hoping that those missing guys can't be found. By then, they Using these reports directly as evidence in court, there is no problem with their company’s work, and everything is pushed to the personal issues of these missing people!”
"Then what do we do?" James frowned, "Apply for a search warrant, dig deeper and see if we can find anything?"
Coulson looked at James with extremely disappointed eyes, "Is your brain blocked?" He grabbed a document at random, which was an ordinary security work report, recording the time, time, and who came and went from Bishop. For things like manors, the security company will have backups, and Bishop Manor will also have backups.
Coulson looked at James, "People here don't want us to find those missing guys. Some people do! Do we need to apply for something? Find the people we want to find!"
"You said you were going to find Bishop?" James looked at the documents on the table.
"Of course. Didn't Bishop sue the company for malfeasance? Didn't anyone notice Mrs. Bishop's departure? There was no warning when Jackson Bishop was killed before. Even the disappearance of the manor maid before was called Hailey, like, who cares.”
Coulson casually picked up the documents on the table, "We have read the security reports at these points in time. Is there anything abnormal? No, there is no abnormality here. Where is the abnormality? Where else but Bishop Manor! Humph, here If people don’t cooperate, then how can Bisharp not cooperate?”
Coulson patted James and said, "Lance, you have to know that finding someone is not the point at all. This case is because of Bishop's prosecution! It doesn't matter if the witness can't be found. What we're looking for is just It’s just evidence.”(...)