His lips tilt up into a smile, “Well, I wouldn’t want to meet you guys in a dark alley.”
Ezra and Quinn are both talking to the other officers about the people nearest to them.
I smile in response to the cop's words and change the subject as we approach the guy with a knife in his shoulder, who is still whining like a little bitch.
"For fuck sake, man, it's only in your shoulder you’ll live.” My words earn me a raised eyebrow look from the cop I'm talking to, and I choose to ignore it as I say, “This one was a bit too intent on murdering the woman. I have dealt with people like this before. I think you should run his DNA against any open cases you currently have.”
“You can’t do that!” He yells, the panic obvious.
The cop's eyebrows hit his hairline, “Well, I’ll be damned. I will make sure that happens.”
I nod, I hand the guy my business card, it’s still weird that we carry official agent cards around, but it definitely comes in handy for instances like this, “If you get any problems, or hit any brick walls trying to get the DNA request approved, give me a call and I’ll pull some strings on my end, it would be a very bad idea to let him walk free.”
He takes my card, “Thank you. I am probably going to have to use this, just so you know, our system will be too slow to let anything through before we can’t hold him anymore.”
I frown, and pull out my phone, “I will see what I can do. Give me a second.” I look at the guy on the floor, and say, “You can either give me your name, or I can search you for identification, and I’m not likely to be gentle, your choice.”
I let the violence in my eyes come forward, my smile sharp, and my face turned out of the way of the cop. Not a good idea to let them know just how much of a crazy fucker I really am.
The guy looks at me, and I smile wider, he knows that I am going to get the answer I want one way or the other, it’s just one of the ways I do it I will make sure that it is going to hurt.
“Thomas Rackenford,” the guy replies somewhat reluctantly.
“Atta boy,” I grin. Turning back to the cop who's watching me slightly warily, although with respect in his eyes, I say, “I’ll just make a phone call, give me a second.”
“Take your time, we’re waiting for an EMT for him anyway.” The cop replies.
I nod and walk further down the alleyway to make sure I am out of hearing distance, although that is pretty impossible in this space.
“Jensen,” Mr R’s voice comes over the phone, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Boss,” I reply, “we ran into a little hiccup, nothing we can’t handle, and nothing related to the case.”
“Got it,” Mr R replies.
“We have got a guy here, Thomas Rackenford. I am almost one hundred percent sure that he is going to be linked to some unsolved cases in the area. The system is a bit slow here, and I was wondering if I could call in a favor and get the order for the DNA, so he doesn’t walk.”
I hear some tapping in the background, “Sure, you’re by the port?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
“Alright, the orders been put through and confirmed, the guy won't be leaving custody, I’ve also put an alert on the case, I’m curious to see how right you are.”
I smirk, “I'm always right in these situations. Thanks, boss.”
“No problem, I want the full story as soon as you’re able,” Mr R replies, curiosity in his tone.
“Absolutely,” I reply, hanging up.
Walking back to the cop who is watching Thomas closely as the EMT deals with the knife wound, I smile.
“I’m hoping that from your smile, it’s good news?” he asks me.
I nod, “Yeah, the permissions all gone through you can do the DNA test on him and he can stay in custody until the results are back, although I’d imagine that he won't be getting out.”
“Damn, I wish you guys were around more often,” he says, with a big sigh.
“Sorry man, I know what it’s like,” I reply, with sympathy because it is something that we have come across so many times before people who are obviously guilty, walking free and the cops not being able to do anything about it. “We’re going to keep an eye on the case, so if we can help out again, we will.”