Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
"There weren't any witnesses, except Gracie" Andy repeated, "We don't have any leads to follow." John felt like smashing something. How could there not be anything for them to do?
"There weren't any prints?" he asked. He'd just finished the interview with Bobby's wife and brother. As far as they were aware he nobody had had a beef with him, and they couldn't think of anyone else that might have any more helpful information. For them, it had simply been the tragic outcome of a routine robbery.
"Metaboy and Jones are still down there, but I doubt they're going to find anything" Andy answered. John took a deep breath and tried not to let himself go. He could feel his muscles tensing up with frustration and anger. It was looking more and more hopeless, but he couldn't let it go. He couldn't let the man that had threatened everything get away.
"John, look, I know you want to do something about this."
"Damn right!" John shouted back. Andy pushed him into the locker room.
"There's nothing you can do right now, so just relax. Worry about getting Gracie better, taking care of Rosalind" Andy said calmly, but forcefully.
"I can't" John responded, "God, Andy. What if.I love her so much" He plunked down on the bench and hung his head. His throat was tightening up and he was fighting with the impulse to just cry.
"I know" Andy said softly, "I know how you feel. We'll work on it, John. The important thing is that Gracie is going to be all right" He was on the verge of patting his partner on the back when the door slammed open and Greg poked his head in.
"Hey, we ah, have someone you might want to talk to" he said. John looked up. Metaboy didn't elaborate so they followed him to the back room. There was a man sitting in the chair, a little disheveled and looking like he could use a good meal.
"This is Brake" Jones introduced them, "Said he had some information on our case, but he wanted to talk to you"
"You're Clark?" Brake asked. He had darker hair, pale skin, and wore an old army jacket.
"Yeah" Clark answered, "This is my partner, Detective Sipowitz" Brake swallowed hard.
"Your wife got hurt this morning" he said, but it wasn't a question.
"How'd you know about that?" Andy asked, pulling a chair out and taking a seat.
"I know this guy.Markus Flinch" Brake said nervously. John frowned. That name sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure why.
"Who's Markus Flinch?" Andy asked.
"Your wife, Grace Clark, right? The red head?" John nodded, "She was working on his case" Brake looked very nervous about the entire conversation.
"I remember seeing her in the hall ways sometimes, she was always real nice, you know?"
"What do you mean she was working on his case?" Andy asked.
"She's one of them kid head shrinkers. Markus's kid, he's a little touched ya know? Now the kids mom, she died in this fire or something, so Markus, he's tryin to get the kid"
"You know the kid's name?" John inquired. Brake shook his head.
"Na. Didn't talk to Markus so much, guy kinda freaked me out, ya know? Guess your lady didn't like him much neither cause she voted he couldn't have the kid" he answered.
"How do you know all this?" Andy asked.
"Markus and his friends, they tend to have loud conversations. The walls ain't so thick, ya know?" Brake shrugged, "Anyway, Markus, he didn't like it so much that your lady wouldn't give him his kid"
"You hear something about his planning on hurting her?" Andy asked.
"Nah. Not really. But I know he was really pissed, ya know? Then I hear this pregnant red head got banged up out by Pokey's, where Markus works, and I think to myself, that crazy Markus, he just might've been after that nice girl"
"Why you telling us?" John asked, suddenly suspicious. They rarely encountered people who came forward with information. Honest information anyway.
"Markus, well he's more than a little messed up" Brake nodded as if to emphasize his comment, "And Grace Clark, she's a real nice lady. Hate to see something happen to her. Hey, how's she doin anyway? Didn't hear how bad she got it"
"She's doing okay" John answered, "Still unconscious"
"Thanks for your help" Andy said, getting up and prompting Brake to do the same.
"You need me for something else, here's my number" Brake handed over an oily scrap of paper with seven numbers scribbled across it.
"Thanks" he said and watched Brake leave. He turned back to John.
"What do you think?" he asked, "Pretty odd, him just giving that information up for nothing"
"Grace has that effect on people" John said absently.
"You know anything about this case he's talking about?" Andy asked.
"Grace doesn't talk about work too much" John answered, "But I thought I recognized the name. I'll call Gracie's office, see if they have anything on it"
"All right. I'll go fill the boss in" Andy said, and they both headed off.
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
"There weren't any witnesses, except Gracie" Andy repeated, "We don't have any leads to follow." John felt like smashing something. How could there not be anything for them to do?
"There weren't any prints?" he asked. He'd just finished the interview with Bobby's wife and brother. As far as they were aware he nobody had had a beef with him, and they couldn't think of anyone else that might have any more helpful information. For them, it had simply been the tragic outcome of a routine robbery.
"Metaboy and Jones are still down there, but I doubt they're going to find anything" Andy answered. John took a deep breath and tried not to let himself go. He could feel his muscles tensing up with frustration and anger. It was looking more and more hopeless, but he couldn't let it go. He couldn't let the man that had threatened everything get away.
"John, look, I know you want to do something about this."
"Damn right!" John shouted back. Andy pushed him into the locker room.
"There's nothing you can do right now, so just relax. Worry about getting Gracie better, taking care of Rosalind" Andy said calmly, but forcefully.
"I can't" John responded, "God, Andy. What if.I love her so much" He plunked down on the bench and hung his head. His throat was tightening up and he was fighting with the impulse to just cry.
"I know" Andy said softly, "I know how you feel. We'll work on it, John. The important thing is that Gracie is going to be all right" He was on the verge of patting his partner on the back when the door slammed open and Greg poked his head in.
"Hey, we ah, have someone you might want to talk to" he said. John looked up. Metaboy didn't elaborate so they followed him to the back room. There was a man sitting in the chair, a little disheveled and looking like he could use a good meal.
"This is Brake" Jones introduced them, "Said he had some information on our case, but he wanted to talk to you"
"You're Clark?" Brake asked. He had darker hair, pale skin, and wore an old army jacket.
"Yeah" Clark answered, "This is my partner, Detective Sipowitz" Brake swallowed hard.
"Your wife got hurt this morning" he said, but it wasn't a question.
"How'd you know about that?" Andy asked, pulling a chair out and taking a seat.
"I know this guy.Markus Flinch" Brake said nervously. John frowned. That name sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure why.
"Who's Markus Flinch?" Andy asked.
"Your wife, Grace Clark, right? The red head?" John nodded, "She was working on his case" Brake looked very nervous about the entire conversation.
"I remember seeing her in the hall ways sometimes, she was always real nice, you know?"
"What do you mean she was working on his case?" Andy asked.
"She's one of them kid head shrinkers. Markus's kid, he's a little touched ya know? Now the kids mom, she died in this fire or something, so Markus, he's tryin to get the kid"
"You know the kid's name?" John inquired. Brake shook his head.
"Na. Didn't talk to Markus so much, guy kinda freaked me out, ya know? Guess your lady didn't like him much neither cause she voted he couldn't have the kid" he answered.
"How do you know all this?" Andy asked.
"Markus and his friends, they tend to have loud conversations. The walls ain't so thick, ya know?" Brake shrugged, "Anyway, Markus, he didn't like it so much that your lady wouldn't give him his kid"
"You hear something about his planning on hurting her?" Andy asked.
"Nah. Not really. But I know he was really pissed, ya know? Then I hear this pregnant red head got banged up out by Pokey's, where Markus works, and I think to myself, that crazy Markus, he just might've been after that nice girl"
"Why you telling us?" John asked, suddenly suspicious. They rarely encountered people who came forward with information. Honest information anyway.
"Markus, well he's more than a little messed up" Brake nodded as if to emphasize his comment, "And Grace Clark, she's a real nice lady. Hate to see something happen to her. Hey, how's she doin anyway? Didn't hear how bad she got it"
"She's doing okay" John answered, "Still unconscious"
"Thanks for your help" Andy said, getting up and prompting Brake to do the same.
"You need me for something else, here's my number" Brake handed over an oily scrap of paper with seven numbers scribbled across it.
"Thanks" he said and watched Brake leave. He turned back to John.
"What do you think?" he asked, "Pretty odd, him just giving that information up for nothing"
"Grace has that effect on people" John said absently.
"You know anything about this case he's talking about?" Andy asked.
"Grace doesn't talk about work too much" John answered, "But I thought I recognized the name. I'll call Gracie's office, see if they have anything on it"
"All right. I'll go fill the boss in" Andy said, and they both headed off.