Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
"Yeah. Thanks Evie" John said and put the receiver down. Andy looked up at him.
"Apparently Grace got called in on a court case. Custody battle between maternal grandparents and the father. The kid's name is Alex Flinch. He's autistic. Grace was supposed to determine if Flinch's living environment was suitable to raising a child with special needs. Secretary couldn't give me anymore, files are classified" He told his partner.
"Hey" Connie walked up, holding a notebook, "Ran Markus Flinch. He's got a rap a mile long"
"For what?" Andy asked.
"You name it." Connie answered, "Assault and battery, robbery, attempted rape, attempted kidnapping, possession. The list goes on."
"Damn" John muttered.
"You get an address?" Andy asked.
"Work address" Connie answered, ripping a page out of her notebook and handing it over, "Got a job a month ago. Pokey's. It's a college bar. Works as a bouncer"
"John and I'll take a ride down" Andy said, grabbing his coat. John followed.
Pokey's was little more than a hole in the wall. The sign on the door said closed. Andy banged on it with his radio. He and John exchanged a look when there was no response, neither one really surprised. These places operated at night, and rarely had any one around during the day. They were just about to turn away when they heard the locks being undone. A middle aged woman stuck her head out. Despite the stereotype, she looked to be an upper middle class citizen, white with short brown hair and a Ralph Lauren skirt suit on.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" she asked, not opening the door all the way.
"Detectives Clark and Sipowitz, ma'am" Clark said, both flashing their badges, "Can we have a moment?" The woman nodded and moved away from the door. The interior of the bar was dark, but looked like a respectable business. It was clean at least.
"You the owner?" Andy asked. The woman nodded.
"Yes. Melissa Martrich" she answered, "Can I ask what this is about?"
"Do you employ a man named Markus Flinch?" John asked. Melissa snorted.
"Not anymore I don't" she answered, going back around behind the bar, "Can I offer you something to drink, Detectives?"
"We're fine. What happened with Flinch?" Andy replied. Melissa crossed her arms.
"I hired him about a month ago. Another one of my employees, Brian Quincy, recommended him. Told me he was trying to get custody of his child and needed a job. Usually I thoroughly research prospective employees, but Brian is someone I trust completely and so I made and exception."
"What happened?" John asked.
"He was fine for a while. Showed up on time, did good work. Last night he showed up drunk. Nobody realized it at first, he hides it well. We had a couple boys overdo it and I sent him to escort them out. They struggled. It's nothing unusual, drunks don't usually like to get cut off. Markus got rough with them. Too rough. He broke one of their noses and I'm told the other suffered a fraction in his left arm."
"What time was this?" Andy asked. Melissa took a moment to think about it.
"About 3:30 maybe" she answered, "I filed a police report and the two boys were taken to Mercy Hospital"
"You fired him right away?" Andy questioned.
"Yes. I had Brian and another bouncer, Neil Gorgorio, took him outside to wait for the cops. Neil has a black eye and Brian got a dislocated shoulder out of it" Melissa told them with a sigh.
"So he got away" John said. She nodded with a sour expression.
"I suppose he got himself into some kind of trouble if you're after him" she said. Neither detective chose to answer.
"Well, leave me a card or something and if I see him again you can be sure I'll call you" John gave her a card and they left.
"Well, that leaves us with shit" Andy commented on the drive back to the precinct. John shrugged.
"Suspect" he said.
"Yeah a suspect that nobody can find" Andy humphed. They were surprised to see Peter and Mark in the office when they got back.
"John, there ye are" Peter said, shaking his hand.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
"Ma sent lunch" Mark answered, nodding towards the coffee room, "She says 'There may be no rest for the weary, but there'll be food, or I'm no Irish mother'" He kind of chuckled to himself and John found himself with a wry smile despite himself.
"How goes the hunt?" Peter asked.
"We've got a suspect" John answered.
"Good." Peter answered, "We'll let you get back to work then. Make sure ye eat. Andrew's with Gracie, and Patrick's due to take over in a bit" John nodded, glad to know that she wasn't alone. Peter clapped him on the back and then both Irish men were gone. The Lieutenant appeared from the coffee room, a plate of mashed potatoes and corned beef in his hand.
"What did you get?" he asked.
"Not much" Andy answered, "Guy went ballistic last night, beat a couple kids up then took off. Nobody's seen him since" The Lieutenant nodded gravely.
"Clark, if you want to go to the hospital."
"It's all right Boss" John answered, "I'd rather stay here, work the case"
"Get some food. Your mother in law sent it over" the Boss told them and then disappeared into his office. Andy and John exchanged a look and headed to the coffee room.
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no permission..no money, no sue, please?
"Yeah. Thanks Evie" John said and put the receiver down. Andy looked up at him.
"Apparently Grace got called in on a court case. Custody battle between maternal grandparents and the father. The kid's name is Alex Flinch. He's autistic. Grace was supposed to determine if Flinch's living environment was suitable to raising a child with special needs. Secretary couldn't give me anymore, files are classified" He told his partner.
"Hey" Connie walked up, holding a notebook, "Ran Markus Flinch. He's got a rap a mile long"
"For what?" Andy asked.
"You name it." Connie answered, "Assault and battery, robbery, attempted rape, attempted kidnapping, possession. The list goes on."
"Damn" John muttered.
"You get an address?" Andy asked.
"Work address" Connie answered, ripping a page out of her notebook and handing it over, "Got a job a month ago. Pokey's. It's a college bar. Works as a bouncer"
"John and I'll take a ride down" Andy said, grabbing his coat. John followed.
Pokey's was little more than a hole in the wall. The sign on the door said closed. Andy banged on it with his radio. He and John exchanged a look when there was no response, neither one really surprised. These places operated at night, and rarely had any one around during the day. They were just about to turn away when they heard the locks being undone. A middle aged woman stuck her head out. Despite the stereotype, she looked to be an upper middle class citizen, white with short brown hair and a Ralph Lauren skirt suit on.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" she asked, not opening the door all the way.
"Detectives Clark and Sipowitz, ma'am" Clark said, both flashing their badges, "Can we have a moment?" The woman nodded and moved away from the door. The interior of the bar was dark, but looked like a respectable business. It was clean at least.
"You the owner?" Andy asked. The woman nodded.
"Yes. Melissa Martrich" she answered, "Can I ask what this is about?"
"Do you employ a man named Markus Flinch?" John asked. Melissa snorted.
"Not anymore I don't" she answered, going back around behind the bar, "Can I offer you something to drink, Detectives?"
"We're fine. What happened with Flinch?" Andy replied. Melissa crossed her arms.
"I hired him about a month ago. Another one of my employees, Brian Quincy, recommended him. Told me he was trying to get custody of his child and needed a job. Usually I thoroughly research prospective employees, but Brian is someone I trust completely and so I made and exception."
"What happened?" John asked.
"He was fine for a while. Showed up on time, did good work. Last night he showed up drunk. Nobody realized it at first, he hides it well. We had a couple boys overdo it and I sent him to escort them out. They struggled. It's nothing unusual, drunks don't usually like to get cut off. Markus got rough with them. Too rough. He broke one of their noses and I'm told the other suffered a fraction in his left arm."
"What time was this?" Andy asked. Melissa took a moment to think about it.
"About 3:30 maybe" she answered, "I filed a police report and the two boys were taken to Mercy Hospital"
"You fired him right away?" Andy questioned.
"Yes. I had Brian and another bouncer, Neil Gorgorio, took him outside to wait for the cops. Neil has a black eye and Brian got a dislocated shoulder out of it" Melissa told them with a sigh.
"So he got away" John said. She nodded with a sour expression.
"I suppose he got himself into some kind of trouble if you're after him" she said. Neither detective chose to answer.
"Well, leave me a card or something and if I see him again you can be sure I'll call you" John gave her a card and they left.
"Well, that leaves us with shit" Andy commented on the drive back to the precinct. John shrugged.
"Suspect" he said.
"Yeah a suspect that nobody can find" Andy humphed. They were surprised to see Peter and Mark in the office when they got back.
"John, there ye are" Peter said, shaking his hand.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
"Ma sent lunch" Mark answered, nodding towards the coffee room, "She says 'There may be no rest for the weary, but there'll be food, or I'm no Irish mother'" He kind of chuckled to himself and John found himself with a wry smile despite himself.
"How goes the hunt?" Peter asked.
"We've got a suspect" John answered.
"Good." Peter answered, "We'll let you get back to work then. Make sure ye eat. Andrew's with Gracie, and Patrick's due to take over in a bit" John nodded, glad to know that she wasn't alone. Peter clapped him on the back and then both Irish men were gone. The Lieutenant appeared from the coffee room, a plate of mashed potatoes and corned beef in his hand.
"What did you get?" he asked.
"Not much" Andy answered, "Guy went ballistic last night, beat a couple kids up then took off. Nobody's seen him since" The Lieutenant nodded gravely.
"Clark, if you want to go to the hospital."
"It's all right Boss" John answered, "I'd rather stay here, work the case"
"Get some food. Your mother in law sent it over" the Boss told them and then disappeared into his office. Andy and John exchanged a look and headed to the coffee room.