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Ch. 7: Drive By
The Drug Unit was a floor below the Homicide Unit, according to Jane, her ex partner should know something about the Nembutal. We arrived on the floor, all eyes were on us and some were unwelcome. Jane exited the elevator and looked at Maura and I. "I'm going to talk to Dan," she told us. "It shouldn't take too long."
Maura and I took a seat by one of the doors. I lowered my head and looked down at the floor, slowly tapping a tune. I closed my eyes trying to block any sound out except for the beat. "Kris," I raised my head slightly with Maura lightly stopping my leg.
"Sorry," I apologized softly.
"What's wrong?"
I shrugged. "Well looky here, Kris G. L. Marx," I closed my eyes and wincing inwardly. I turned my head to acknowledge the voice, seeing a tall Caucasian who had no hair; his gray eyes stared down at me as he smirked at me. "I did not expect you to come back here anytime soon," he told me.
"Hello Detective Jones," I greeted cordially.
"Now why are you here, shrimp," Oh my god, he didn't just call me that.
"She's here with Detective Rizzoli and me," Maura told him. I took a glance at Maura who protectively wrapped her arm around my shoulder. It was somewhat endearing, "It's only for a moment, Detective and then we are blow this stand."
"Popsicle, Maura. Blow this popsicle stand," I whisper. Maura gave an apologetic smile as I looked up at him, "I'm under protective custody, Jones."
"For what?"
"None of your business."
Oh no, I looked too defensive in this comment and he took advantage of this as he smirked more, "Is it because of your brother?"
"Leave Matthew out of this conversation, Jones."
I could feel Maura's grip around my shoulder as she looked over to see Jane. The detective went around and touched Maura's arm. "What about her brother," Jane asked.
"Her brother used a lot of drugs. He was a junkie; she had to bail him out all the time at only age 8. He was nothing."
"FUCK YOU," I tried to charge toward him but I was pull back harshly by Jane. "He was a great man and brother. Don't you dare insult him!"
"But what happened to your brother?" I backed out of Maura's hold and walked out of the area, going down the staircase fast, emerging back in the lobby of BPD.
"Kris," I heard my name being call. "Kris, hold up." I stopped and turned back around, seeing Jane and Maura chasing us. Jane quickly stopped, "What the fuck was that about?"
"Jane, language," Maura scolded but the detective gave her a 'really right now' look before looking back at me. "What was that whole scene about," Jane asked again.
I shook my head, "It's nothing."
Jane shrugged and glanced at Maura, "What did you find out?"
Jane glanced at Maura as she glanced back, we all walked into the café to see Jane's mom waiting for us, handing Jane and Maura coffee while I simply sat at the counter. "According to Dan, Nembutal has been the latest drug on the streets to buy. Local dealers use it to calm their junkies if things get out of hand," Jane mentioned.
"How do they get it," Maura asked.
"That's what the Drug Unit is trying to find out."
"But it doesn't matter in your case," I answered. Angela placed a cup of water in front of me causing me to smile at her.
"What's important is how it got into the killer's hand and how I'm going to stay safe?"
"You are safe but you can't leave like that. Jones is an ass but how do you know him?" I looked down at my glass, feeling the memories flooded in.
Young Kris stepped off the elevator to see Matthew sitting on a bench, right by him was Detective Jones. "Matt," she called out to him. The college student looked up at his sister in disappointment. She approached him, seeing the needle marks on his arms, "Matt, what did you do?"
"He was doing dope, found him in an alleyway," Jones told Kris. He smirked at the girl as she touched her brother's cheek. "He's being charged-"
"With what?"
"Possession of narcotics."
That was some jail time and if Matt went to jail, Kris wouldn't have anyone to care for her until her father returned. "Is there anything we can do to not be charge," Kris offered.
Jones smirked, "I need a new CI."
"Kris," I looked over at Jane, "you ok? You zoned out."
I rubbed my temples, "Sorry. Old memories that's all. I know Jones due to my brother, nothing more to say." Jane nodded while we all grouped into the café. It was not looking good, no leads except that Nembutal being use.
"Well what do you guys do," Angela suddenly asked. We all shrugged.
"VANILLA," I looked up to see a ragged African-American who entered the café. He was carrying a motorcycle helmet, which he placed it on the counter and looked at Jane. "Hey Vanilla," he greeted.
Jane rolled her eyes, "What do you want, Rondo?"
He smiled, "Can't I say 'hi' to my favorite detective, her lovely mom, and the pretty doctor?"
"Rondo, I'm the only detective you know, oh but never mind what's with that," she indicated to the motorcycle helmet.
"Oh this, well I got a friend who gave me this and stuff," he started. I got out of my chair and went over to the window to check out his ride. I could see Jane's cruiser and the tow trucker, Mo then finally I saw it, Rondo's ride.
I turned back, saying loudly, "You got a 1990 Fat boy motorcycle. How the hell you get that?"
"My friend gave it to me," he looked at me. "Who are you?"
"Kris Marx."
"Rondo, you seem like a 'Cinnamon' to me," he grinned.
Jane immediately went beside me, "One, don't call her that. Two, why do you have that thing," she gestured to the cycle.
Rondo shrugged, "Do you know anyone who can repair it? It's a bit old and needs some tender love and care."
"No, Rondo, I don-"
"I can do it," I cut in. Jane looked at me, "I need something to do, Jane. I'm being cooped up in a house, so might as well have something to entertain me." I looked over at Rondo and placed my hand out for the keys, he handed it to me then I asked, "By chance, Rondo, do you know anything about recent sales of Nembutal?"
"Actually I do, some guy is selling right now, over at Clovers Ave," he answered. "Hangs at some club." I handed him a ten-dollar bill, "It's a music club, very popular."
I nodded and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. I turned around to see Frost and Korsak joining us, I decided to walk out of the lobby. "I got you a lovely lead," I told them. I handed the address to them with a bright smile. I gently turned my head to notice a car pulling slowly up to Headquarters, the window slowly going down.
Jane's POV
"Gun," I heard Kris shout. Everyone in the lobby hit the floor as a rain of bullets came. I could hear some feet move and a low rumble. I looked up and stood up quickly, "Everyone ok?" Korsak and Frost nodded, I quickly went into the café to see Maura and Ma ok, as well as Rondo.
The windows were shatter, the doors took multiple bullets and surprisingly, no one was hit but there was one problem out of this whole situation. "Where's Kris," I suddenly asked. I ran over to the window to see that the motorcycle was gone.
Kris had gone missing.
