Lennie leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. They had brought Jamie down to the precinct to talk after they had looked over Werthers' very neat and organized desk space. Rey had just gone down to get her a taxi and Lennie now found himself resenting her for being able to go home and sleep. He let out a yawn as he reached across the desk to pick up Rey's notebook flung onto his blotter. The notes on their discussion with ADA Ross were written in Rey's neat handwriting, each statement organized into subjects under headers. Reynaldo Curtis. He chuckled to himself. What a guy, who else could be so OCD on 2 hours of sleep. He shook his head and began to read the notes to remind himself all that they had heard.
Mary Werthers was 22 and 3 months into her first year of Law school at Fordham University in the Bronx. She was living alone in an apartment between school and Hogan Place. Her mother payed the rent and tuition. Her Father had been dead since she was a child, Jamie didn't know why. She had come to the D.A.'s office in September with a sheet from her guidance counselor. She had a 3.8 GPA and outstanding recommendations from teachers. She had a small, tight group of mostly female friends, no current boyfriend, a highschool ex in Massachusetts. She was now working as an Assistant to Eric Gray, an Assistant Attorney in Petty Claims. No Drugs, no sex, clean, hardworking and liberally idealistic as any first year law student.
"Whadda ya say we head back to school?" Asked Rey as he grabbed his flip pad back out of Lennie's hand.
"I think I'd rather be tardy." Lennie replied stretching his arms and rolling his head back.
"Come on little Leonard..." smirked Rey as he grabbed both his and Briscoe's jacket. Lennie groaned and followed him out the door.
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Lennie hiked up his jacket against the wind as he listened to Curtis talk to Mary's "close friends". Three very shy, "humble" looking girls and Chet, a tall lanky kid with a southern drawl, home knitted orange and purple cardigan and red knee sox , someone for whom Lennie could not think of any applicable adjective.
"So she wasn't involved in anything unlawful or dangerous?"
"No! Not our Mary, she was one in a million, I swear who ever killed her was just some no good, dirty, murder and that's it." replied an offended Chet.
"Did she ever go out to parties or on dates or anything besides work or study?" Curtis asked with slight frustration. Again, Chet jumped in.
"Oh sure our Mary had quite a work ethic, but it was healthy, not overbearing, she had fun if that's what your getting at. But no she didn't have to go out with any dopey guys on stupid dates or go to any ridiculous frat parties to do so, I mean she had us to have fun with...right gals?" He threw his long arms around his companions as he spoke. None of the three seemed to be as enthralled as he but they all nodded agreement.
The shortest one looked up to Curtis pleadingly, "Mary was a really good kid who was going to be a really good lawyer someday."
The brunet spoke up too, "Yeah, ever since she got that internship that's all she talked about,"
"Not lately, she sorta stopped talking about the office and Mr. Gray in the past week, she sorta avoided the subject." The last girl pointed out.
The other two agreed. "Yeah, she didn't seem as happy recently, I tried to ask her why and she said it was nothing and changed the subject" The short one added.
"Aww ok so maybe she was a little stressed but our girl was a trooper fighten for the under dog on the right side of the law, in the trenches duking it out, forcing the bad guys down, fighting the good fight side by side with the district attorneys and cops of Manhattan County, New York, New York, USA! " Chet ended his short tirade with his fist in the air and looking around as if he expected the rest of the campus to surge behind him chanting or something.
"Uhh, Chet, you do realize that she was pushing paper in Small claims, right?" asked Briscoe hesitantly.
"So? A wrong is a wrong no matter how small and even the big boys have to start somewhere, you should know that officer." Chet snarled with contempt.
"Right, I'm sorry, hey if you can think of anything here's our card thank you girls....Chet." Briscoe gave him a nod and turned back towards the road with Curtis beside him. "Come on Rey, we have to go save the world, we are the cops of New York, New York, USA!" chuckled Lennie mockingly as he pulled the car away from the curb.
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"So what we have is an angel working with the D.A. who turns up dead." Lt. Van Buren sat at her desk with a look of consternation on her face.
"Yeah, and I hate to say it L.T. but from what those girls said it sounds like there was something going on in the office." Replied Rey.
"Well, past disagreements aside, the office of Adam Schiff is the last place that I would suspect illegal activities or major internal affairs issues." Lenny rolled his eyes. "Stop that Briscoe, you know I'm right. What about that boy that was there, you said that his take on Mary's attitude was different then the girls. Maybe he was covering something, maybe there was something between them?"
"Who? Chet and Mary? Not possible. She was perfect and he's, well he's just Chet, a total spaceshot." "So you two are pretty set on the work place angle?" "It seems like the only place to start." Stated Rey. "Ok then," Van Buren sighed reluctantly "Start with her direct superior and try to keep Schiff or someone informed, the last thing we need is the two of you pissing off the D.A.'s office. We still will have to work with them even after this case is long gone." "Awww lieutenant, have I ever been anything less then the epitome of tactful with the D.A.?" smirked Lennie. "Exactly, now get out of here." She said as she pushed them out the door of her office.
Mary Werthers was 22 and 3 months into her first year of Law school at Fordham University in the Bronx. She was living alone in an apartment between school and Hogan Place. Her mother payed the rent and tuition. Her Father had been dead since she was a child, Jamie didn't know why. She had come to the D.A.'s office in September with a sheet from her guidance counselor. She had a 3.8 GPA and outstanding recommendations from teachers. She had a small, tight group of mostly female friends, no current boyfriend, a highschool ex in Massachusetts. She was now working as an Assistant to Eric Gray, an Assistant Attorney in Petty Claims. No Drugs, no sex, clean, hardworking and liberally idealistic as any first year law student.
"Whadda ya say we head back to school?" Asked Rey as he grabbed his flip pad back out of Lennie's hand.
"I think I'd rather be tardy." Lennie replied stretching his arms and rolling his head back.
"Come on little Leonard..." smirked Rey as he grabbed both his and Briscoe's jacket. Lennie groaned and followed him out the door.
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Lennie hiked up his jacket against the wind as he listened to Curtis talk to Mary's "close friends". Three very shy, "humble" looking girls and Chet, a tall lanky kid with a southern drawl, home knitted orange and purple cardigan and red knee sox , someone for whom Lennie could not think of any applicable adjective.
"So she wasn't involved in anything unlawful or dangerous?"
"No! Not our Mary, she was one in a million, I swear who ever killed her was just some no good, dirty, murder and that's it." replied an offended Chet.
"Did she ever go out to parties or on dates or anything besides work or study?" Curtis asked with slight frustration. Again, Chet jumped in.
"Oh sure our Mary had quite a work ethic, but it was healthy, not overbearing, she had fun if that's what your getting at. But no she didn't have to go out with any dopey guys on stupid dates or go to any ridiculous frat parties to do so, I mean she had us to have fun with...right gals?" He threw his long arms around his companions as he spoke. None of the three seemed to be as enthralled as he but they all nodded agreement.
The shortest one looked up to Curtis pleadingly, "Mary was a really good kid who was going to be a really good lawyer someday."
The brunet spoke up too, "Yeah, ever since she got that internship that's all she talked about,"
"Not lately, she sorta stopped talking about the office and Mr. Gray in the past week, she sorta avoided the subject." The last girl pointed out.
The other two agreed. "Yeah, she didn't seem as happy recently, I tried to ask her why and she said it was nothing and changed the subject" The short one added.
"Aww ok so maybe she was a little stressed but our girl was a trooper fighten for the under dog on the right side of the law, in the trenches duking it out, forcing the bad guys down, fighting the good fight side by side with the district attorneys and cops of Manhattan County, New York, New York, USA! " Chet ended his short tirade with his fist in the air and looking around as if he expected the rest of the campus to surge behind him chanting or something.
"Uhh, Chet, you do realize that she was pushing paper in Small claims, right?" asked Briscoe hesitantly.
"So? A wrong is a wrong no matter how small and even the big boys have to start somewhere, you should know that officer." Chet snarled with contempt.
"Right, I'm sorry, hey if you can think of anything here's our card thank you girls....Chet." Briscoe gave him a nod and turned back towards the road with Curtis beside him. "Come on Rey, we have to go save the world, we are the cops of New York, New York, USA!" chuckled Lennie mockingly as he pulled the car away from the curb.
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"So what we have is an angel working with the D.A. who turns up dead." Lt. Van Buren sat at her desk with a look of consternation on her face.
"Yeah, and I hate to say it L.T. but from what those girls said it sounds like there was something going on in the office." Replied Rey.
"Well, past disagreements aside, the office of Adam Schiff is the last place that I would suspect illegal activities or major internal affairs issues." Lenny rolled his eyes. "Stop that Briscoe, you know I'm right. What about that boy that was there, you said that his take on Mary's attitude was different then the girls. Maybe he was covering something, maybe there was something between them?"
"Who? Chet and Mary? Not possible. She was perfect and he's, well he's just Chet, a total spaceshot." "So you two are pretty set on the work place angle?" "It seems like the only place to start." Stated Rey. "Ok then," Van Buren sighed reluctantly "Start with her direct superior and try to keep Schiff or someone informed, the last thing we need is the two of you pissing off the D.A.'s office. We still will have to work with them even after this case is long gone." "Awww lieutenant, have I ever been anything less then the epitome of tactful with the D.A.?" smirked Lennie. "Exactly, now get out of here." She said as she pushed them out the door of her office.