Sorry this took so long. I had a lot of stuff going on. But I got it up. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
October 26, 1995
Thursday
New York City
One Police Plaza
By the time we reached One Police Plaza, the surrounding area had already been invaded by reporters. I pulled to a stop at the curb and in an instant my car was surrounded by journalists yelling questions at me through the windows. I sighed; this was not going to be good for publicity. But since when did I care? I scowled and through open my car door. It hit a lanky-looking fellow in the chest and he dropped his recorder. I smirked as he fumbled to pick it up before it got stepped on. Stupid journalist. I slammed the door shut and, over the din, heard the passenger door shut. I turned to look and saw Pendergast calmly threading his way through the crowd.
I frowned and began to push my way through the crowd. It was slow going. As I was dodging questions and cameras, the reporter from before caught up to me and began to walk backwards in front of me. I glared at him as he mumbled something into his infernal voice recorder. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. He finished what he was saying and thrust the recorder at me.
"Can you tell me what the police are doing about the murders, Lieutenant Nemissen?" He looked at me expectantly.
"Put that away before I break it." I snapped, glaring at him. How annoying. I was nearing the door, thank God. Pendergast had already vanished inside. That jerk. Leaving me out here with these scum… I was jerked from my thoughts as the damn recorder reappeared in front of my face. I growled lowly and snatched it from him. He opened his mouth to protest before I flung it across the street and pushed past him. As I neared the door I could hear him complaining loudly at my back.
I literally dove inside the building. As the door closed, blessed silence returned. I stood up and dusted my knees off to see Pendergast leaning against the wall in front of me. I glared at him in anger. How dare he leave me with such lowlifes! At my dark gaze, he began to chuckle. I really want to strangle him. But I couldn't. We had a job to do.
"Let's go, kid." I snapped. He stopped chuckling and smirked at me.
"Kid, hm? How old are you?" He asked, his face assuming a look of curiosity.
"A lady never tells her age."
"I don't see any ladies here." He said. I growled and looked for something to throw. Nothing. I started walking to the elevator as quickly as possible. I punched the button and winced. Now my hand hurt. I turned around to see Pendergast leaning on the elevator doors.
"I hope you fall." I said, listening for the elevator.
"Now why would you want that to happen?" He asked.
"Because it would be funny." Ah, ha! The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Pendergast stood up straight at the last minute. Damn him. I stepped into the elevator and hit the button to the floor the Chief's office was on. Forget the captain, the Chief of Police wanted to see us. As I hit the button, I tried to hit the door close button too. Pendergast slipped into the elevator and frowned lightly at me. I snatched my hand back from the panel and sighed. This was going to suck. I yawned. This was defiantly going to suck.
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When the elevator door opened, a flood of people surrounded us, Dan among them. I grabbed his arm and yelled, "What's happened?"
"They found a dismembered body of another John Doe." He handed me a report. I flipped through it before giving it to Pendergast.
"Copy-cat?" I asked.
"Can't be one. No one knows about the glass outside the police department."
I daresay we'll be seeing this in the papers tomorrow." Pendergast said placidly from behind me.
"Let's get to the Chief's office." I said. Dan made for the elevator. I grabbed his shirtfront and said, "You're coming with us, Shorty."
I don't know what the Chief was thinking when he picked out this decoration theme. I later heard one of my friends describe it as a suburban steak house trying to go upscale. I shuddered. I really didn't like the décor. Dan swallowed nervously. I don't think he had been here before on good terms.
"Welcome, Lieutenant, Special Agent." The Chief said from behind his faux-mahogany desk. I nodded and sat down. Pendergast remained standing behind me, which I didn't like at all. And Dan lurked in the doorway. He looked as happy as I felt. "So what are we going to do?" He asked us casually.
"We're working on it." I said indignantly. Damn my temper. "We where observing at the autopsy of victim 2 before you summoned us here."
"I don't want to here about what you where doing. I want to here about what you're planning on doing now."
"I don't really know. I'm tapped out of ideas."
"The Mayor wants this guy caught. 3 murders in 2 days do not pose well for re-elections."
I hate politics. They are not part of my business. I told him so. I don't think I've seen the Chief any angrier.
"I don't care what you think your business is. I want you to find this guy." He looked around. "And where the hell did that dammed FBI Agent get to?"
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"Thanks Joseph." I said. He locked the garage door. I turned the keys in the ignition. A single headlight lit up the area. I was at the garage where I stored my bike outside the riding season. But I needed to clear my head. Riding always did that for me. I would gladly freeze my ass off on my bike right now. I had traded my car for my black 90' Softail. I pulled out the choke to let the engine warm up. What a day. I couldn't believe the jerk Pen-somethingorother took off like that. I'm not to good with names. When the engine was warmed up, I pushed the choke in and put the kickstand up. To bad my bucket was at home. Oh, well. I'll get it tomorrow. I switched the bike into first gear and headed home, my thoughts drifting back to my hometown of PineCreek, Iowa.
What did ya think? Sorry, but I haven't even started on chapter five yet. I'll work on it tomorrow. Oh, and can you guess why Pendergast vanished? If you can, you win a fabulous prize! So, I hope you all enjoyed it, AndI'll hurry up with chapter 5. Reviews will make me type faster. (Not really but I'd like it.).
