A blue 1970 Ford Cortina pulled up outside the main entrance of the LVPD headquarters at precisely 2:25 pm, Saturday, March 16th, 2008.
A man with serpent-like green eyes and a premature five o'clock shadow occupied the driver's seat. A four year old boy with Sandy coloured hair and a black blindfold that covered his blue eyes sat next to him, trembling with fright. The driver turned the key in the car's ignition to off and turned toward the other of the two males. His right hand untied the blindfold from the boy's head and let it slip gracefully to his ankles. His left hand reached into the glove compartment of the car and pulled out a brown envelope.
"Here", he grunted at the little boy, waving the envelope in front of his nose.
His thick Brooklyn accent did nothing to draw the attention of the child who continued staring at his lap, crying.
"Hey, look… kid would you look at me?" The boy finally looked up at the balding, plump, middle-aged man. The man smiled wryly down at the boy.
"Good, now, you remember what we talked about right? You're going to go in there and ask for who?"
The boy sniffed before giving his answer. "Rawick Bwown."
The man's smile widened. "That's right. And then you're going to give him this letter and wait. And then? You remember what you're going to tell those people right? All the things we talked about?"
The sandy haired pre-schooler nodded before the man spoke again. "And if you don't do exactly what I've told you, you remember what's going to happen right?"
The boy nodded again and gulped, tears springing to his eyes again.
"Alright, here", he handed the little boy the envelope. "Now go in there and do exactly as I've told you… and for God's sakes, stop crying."
The man reached over and opened the car door for the boy to get out.
The four year old slipped out of the car nervously before the man inside slammed the door behind him and drove away with great haste.
The small legs of the fair boy carried him tentatively to the front doors of the LVPD.
Jumping in surprise at the automatic doors opening before him, he jogged into the dark, air-conditioned foyer.
He waddled his way up toward the main desk, attracting a look, from only a bird, in a tree outside, through a high-up window.
Really, it's amazing how little attention people pay to a toddler in a crime lab.