Disclaimer: I don't own anything not even the plot wich is heavily based on the movie The Big Easy with Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin.
The Big Easy Chapter one
"Alright it's two a.m in New Orleans the Big Easy, and we're stirrin' up that gumbo"
The sleek black Porsche came to a halt at the crime scene as the young rookie waved it's driver through, The crime in question was a body found floating in the fountain at the Piazza de Italia. Turning off the radio the lieutenant stepped out of his car.
"Hey Remy!"
"Hey Captain where y' at?"
"Where you been, don't you ever go home?"
"Only when the music stops chere. Remy replied with a cocky grin. Hey who's the dead meat?"
"As long as you're here Remy let's see if you can make him."
"Oh yeah hello Telford, dat's Telford Porter wise-guy scumbag works for The Wyngarde family. Handles Mexican imports, heroin coke dat kind o' thing."
"Hey Remy."
"How you doin' Kitty find anything?
"We can't find any spent shells nothing like that, very little blood, we figure they lit him some place else then brought his body here."
"All that in your first week on the job, took me a month to learn how to tie m' tie. Good goin' petite, you get his wallet?"
"Yup the drivers licence is missing I guess they took it for proof of the hit, standard wise-guy procedure right Remy?"
"Well it's pretty standard if you're gonna wrap him in a concrete overcoat and dump him in lake Ponchantrain, but here's Freddy dead as a doornail right here in the middle of the Piazza de Italia, now what's that gonna tell us?"
"Somebody's sending a message."
"Right to Jason Wyngarde himself. Now what I want y' to do is go pick up Wyngarde at his Casino tomorrow morning and bring him in for questioning."
"Me?" Kitty asked astonished "That's right petite you'll do fine."
"Mornin' Remy""Sinclair where y' at?" Lieutenant Remy LeBeau strode confidently into the homicide department of the New Orleans Police Department and towards his office in the far corner.
"Rankin, Petros you two are idiot's!"
"Captain it was Calvin's idea.!"
"What is he the brain's of the partnership now?!"
"Hey what'd dey do now huh?"
"Impounded a boat it's blocking half the police dock, what am I gonna do with These two Remy?"
"I don't know why don't we shoot em?"
"Yeah! No there too much fun at Mardi Gras, get outta here."
Remy glanced into his office and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. With coffee skin and her white hair twisted into a bun. scratching her neck with a pen.
"Who's dat in my office?"
"Assistant District Attorney Ororo Munroe."
"Mmm nice neck."
"We have written orders to co-operate fully, she's part of a special task force that's investigating police corruption."
"Corruption in the police department now where'd she get dat idea huh?"
"She says she's here about the Porter murder, so I'm gonna go get myself some real coffee and your gonna give her whatever she wants."
"My pleasure homme."
"Ororo? Hi I'm Remy LeBeau." Remy extended a charming smile along with his hand witch Ororo reached for, but dropped the pen she had forgotten she was holding. She leaned to retrieve it but was beaten to the punch by Remy who then presented it to her with a flourish charming grin still in place.
"Your pen."
"Lieutenant-"
"Ah call me Remy."
"Lieutenant I've come to find out what progress you've made on the Porter murder case."
"What's your hurry the guy's not even stiff yet?"
"He is dead though isn't he?"
"Oh last time I saw him yeah."
"Is that it you have no clues or leads?"
"Well not so far, look I've seen dozens o' these wise-guy jobs, we usually find out why the hit went down sometimes we even find out who did it but we never have enough to take to court."
Knock Knock
"He wasn't at the casino so we had to pick him up at his home." Kitty said enterering the office
"Alright bring him in.Thank you so much for coming in mister Wyngarde, this is miss Ororo Munroe of the district attorneys office."
"My lawyers gonna get me outta here in five minutes I got nothing to say till then."
"Why you're not under arrest mister Wyngarde did Pryde give you that impression? Pryde I want you to apologise to mister Wyngarde right now"
"Sorry mister Wyngarde" Kitty obliged fighting back a grin
"You're free to go any time you want sir again we really do apologise."
Jason Wyngarde rose to his feet slamming his cane into the ground with an annoyed grunt While turning on his heel toward the door.
"We just wanted to express our sympathies about Telford."
"Who?"
"Telford Porter the guy they found floating in the fountain last night behind you're office."
"Yeah the guy used to work for me, terrible shame nobody's got any respect for monument's these days."
By now Ororo was glaring daggers at Remy but kept her cool as she addressed Wyngarde' "Mister Wyngarde isn't it true that Mister Porter worked for you for twenty years and was still in your employ at the time of his death?"
"Can I go now?" Wyngarde insisted of Remy ignoring Ororo completely.
"Of course."
"Ya know kid you're father would have never of brought me down here, to see me he would'a come to the house!! Learn a little something about respect." Kitty Pryde was practically sniggering as she turned to leave the office when Remy winked at her and removed his jacket.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!!"
"Did what chere?"
"You had a high ranking member of the Mafia in your office and you kissed his ass."
"Oh yeah? Well let me point out a few things to you alright, first of all nobody uses the word Mafia anymore, down here we call them wise-guy's, I only say this to save you any kind of embarassment ."
"I'll bear that in mind Lieutenant, anything else?"
"Hey you like spicy food? Why don't we have dinner tonight? I know dis great little cajun place."
"Why don't you just tell me what you learned from two minutes of ass kissing."
"Well actually I learned a lot from dat little interview."
"Oh really you read minds?"
"Non I read people, and after seeing Wyngarde I can probably tell you why Telford sprung a leak last night."
"And I suppose you know who the killer is too"
"Oh no, but I bet we find his body floating in Lake Ponchantrain in a couple' a weeks."
"And then what will you do?"
"Nothin' I told y' we never have enough t' take t' court, hell I could close this case right now if it wasn't for one thing."
"And what's that?"
"I'll tell y' over dinner."
That's it for chapter one please review and tell me if I should continue or not.