Page 12 of Slaughtered Firefly
BULLET
Present day—June 29th
Snap Snap.
“Jones? You with me?” Captain’s hand was snapping in my face.
“Sorry Cap, where were we?” I ran my hand down my face trying to remember what part of the conversation I zoned out at. Mia had me fucked up, if that was even her real name.
“The Feds are getting anxious, they know Midas won’t be in jail forever and one wrong move and we’ve screwed six years of work, go check on the girl and see if there’s anything you can get out of her, she may have been drugged this time but there might be evidence of her at the previous houses. She might be the key to breaking Midas’ circle,” Capt. sighed, settling at her desk, age lines clear within her face.
I made it to the door of her office before she called out, “Also head down to forensics. I think Conner said he had something for you.”
I nodded and closed the door behind me. The hustle and bustle of the station was more active as the sun continued its rise, so I dropped the case file at my desk and grabbed my keys.
“Conner, what do you have?”I said as I entered the forensic lab with a largeDr. Pepperand a bag ofTakisin hand.
He looked up from his microscope, a slight frown crossing his face before his eyes landed on the snacks.
He reached out his hands like a child in a give-me motion and then took a large gulp of the soda before motioning me to follow him to the ballistics side.
“Where did you say you got that bullet from?” He eyed me curiously as he pulled up the results and the fingerprint.
I shook my head, and he sighed, continuing, “That bullet had been running for days, the only match was an unknown partialfrom Fremont city police a B&E eleven years ago,” Conner paused.
“And?” I questioned, eager to learn more.
“And, the murder house we just raided, I was running the print on that knife,” Conner eyed the bloody knife in the bag with disgust before turning back towards me. “A clear match.”
“Thank you Conner,” I gritted out. That cunt knew who I was; she set me up.
“It’s your personal weapon isn’t it sir?” he questioned, and my jaw ticked.
“Do me a favor this one time, let me handle this, okay? I don’t know what sick game I am caught in…” I trailed off, concerned.
Conner clapped my shoulder. “Don’t worry, sometimes things go missing in these big raids, and with all the budget cuts to this section of the city I might just conveniently lose this data.”
He slid the bullet back into my hand and gave me a nudge and shooed motion.
“Thanks for the refuel, don’t come back unless I have something new,” he smiled and pulled on a new set of gloves, heading back to work.
7
LAWYERS
Present day—June 30th
“Scott.” A cordial but awkward start.
“Mia,” he breathed out in a sigh. I winced at the name. It had been my identity for years, but I still hated it from his lips.
We stared at each other, the unspoken questions raised on his face, but he didn’t ask. He knew better not to ask, and I would not divulge any information.
“The detective will be in shortly to question you, I suggest as your lawyer you let me do the talking.” Scott began, and I rolled my eyes, catching the stare of the detective waiting across the hall.
“You know I won’t be doing that, aren’t you at least curious?” I looked back up at Scott.
“Mia I highly recommend you don’t go against my advice. I don’t care what you’ve gotten yourself into this time, the less I know the better.” He sighed heavily, running his hand down his face.
