Line of Duty: Chapter 2: Investigation
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Chandler drove up to the club and stepped out of his car, followed closely by his partner.
"Hey Harry." He said as he walked over to him. "Morning, early one today huh?"
"Are you kidding me? Let me tell ya, this was not in the job description when they hired me!" Harry replied. He was about 5 years older than Chandler was, but he had the attitude of a 19-year old.
"Yea, but what are you gonna do huh? That's life!" Chandler said as the both started to walk inside the club.
Another one of the detectives came over to Chandler and Harry.
"What do we got here Eddie?" Chandler asked, turning to face him.
"We got four dead bodies, three in the back, one on the floor. They were a band, called themselves The Method."
"And how did those four dead bodies come to be, dead bodies?" Harry asked.
"Well some of the people we talked to said that there were three guys that came in here last night, shot the place up. The guy that owns the place doesn't have any cameras so we got nothing. He's up there talking to some officers if you want to talk to him." Eddie said, pointing to a room on the next level with a whole wall that was just a window, so you could look right in.
"So what do we have so far?" Chandler said as the walked to the back of the club to take a look around.
"Not much, most of the evidence we have is all in the back hallway. You guys can take a look around but I have to get out of here, I got assigned to another case, I'll talk to you guys later!" Eddie yelled as he ran out of the club.
Chandler walked to the back hallway, ducking under the yellow police tape as the proceeded down the hallway.
The three bodies were lying throughout the hallway; bullet holes covered the walls.
"Well, the obviously used automatics, there's no way you could get that many shots off and miss that many times." Chandler said as he squatted down to get a better down the hallway.
"Ok, go get an officer to dust the all the doorknobs for fingerprints, get somebody to take pictures of the bodies, and I'm going to go look out on the floor," Harry said as he walked off.
"You got it," Chandler said as he got back up.
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-3 hours later-
Fingerprints had been taken to the lab and pictures of everything were taken and labeled. Harry was off talking to the club owner while Chandler stood in the hallway, slowly looking at every little detail of it.
"You got those print sizes right Max?" Chandler asked an officer standing against the wall. "Yup," He replied. "We got a size 10 and 12."
"Good." Chandler said.
"He spotted something shiny on the ground and bent down to look at it. It was a silver necklace. He got out a pen and slipped it through, picking it up and observing it.
"Hey Max," He said holding it up for him to see. "Get me a bag would ya?"
Max pulled out a small bag and Chandler carefully slid the necklace in and zipped the bag shut.
"Get this down to the lab ok?" Chandler said to Max, he nodded and walked away.
Chandler sighed and rubbed his neck. He loved his job but sometimes it could be very stressful.
It was only 9:30 and they had lots of work to get done still.
He walked back out to the front just as Harry was walking down the stairs.
"Hey, you find anything out?" Chandler asked, as he waited for Harry to catch up.
"No, the guy says he's never had any problems in here before. It's only been open for two years. He also said that his security is a bunch of bouncers that couldn't get jobs anywhere else. He doesn't keep their names, just pays them every other Friday. So a lot of good that does us."
"Well, it looks like this case is gonna be eating up a lot of our time."
"Yea, well let's get down to the station. We got paper work to do!" Harry said as he walked off towards his car.
"I can hardly contain my joy." Chandler said flatly and followed behind him, heading to his own car.
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-1 ½ hours later, Police Station, Chandler and Harry are sitting across from each other at their desks-
"This place is a Zoo!" Harry said, trying to get work done but obviously distracted.
"Come on, I can't think, let's get out of here." Chandler said, putting down a piece of paper he was reading and taking his glasses off.
Both men stood up, put their suit jackets on, and walked towards the front doors, weaving in and out of all the other desks and people.
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-Half an hour later, a restaurant, Chandler and Harry are sitting at a table outside by the sidewalks-
Chandler put down his fork and rubbed his temples. Harry looked up and noticed this.
"What's the matter? You ok?" He asked.
"Yea, I just have a really bad headache." Chandler said quietly.
"Another one? You've been getting these headaches for like five months now, you should talk to your doctor." Harry said as he continued eating.
"No, I'm fine. I've been having a long day."
"Yea me too." Harry replied. "But, I talked to Benny, he said we can go home early today, since we had to go in like two hours earlier than normal."
Chandler smiled. "Well that's good. Say, why did we have to go in that early anyway?"
"They said that they had to get it all cleaned up before noon today because there were filming some damn movie across the street and they couldn't have all these police cars and crap in the way so."
"Couldn't they have just filmed a different day? Like tomorrow?" Chandler asked with a blank look on his face.
"Hey what do I look like? The director?" Harry said as he sat back.
"Well, ya know, I've never met the director so there goes your whole argument."
"Don't start with me Chandler, not today." Harry got up and put his jacket on.
Chandler just laughed and also got up to put his jacket on, throwing a twenty on the table to cover the bill and tip.
"What time is it?" Chandler asked.
Harry looked down at his watch. "11:50, why?"
"I'm not feeling very good, I haven't slept much in the past week. And my head is pounding, and my back is sore from standing for three hours this morning."
"Well, you can go home. I'll just tell Benny you were to sick to get any work done so I sent you home." Harry said as they started walking.
"Oh thanks man, I owe you one!" Chandler smiled and gave him a pat on the back as he ran off to his car. He hopped over the side, not opening the door, and slid down into the seat.
"Wow, your back really does seem to be sore!" Harry yelled over to him and laughed before getting in his own car and driving back to the station.
Chandler just smiled and started the car.
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Chandler drove up to the club and stepped out of his car, followed closely by his partner.
"Hey Harry." He said as he walked over to him. "Morning, early one today huh?"
"Are you kidding me? Let me tell ya, this was not in the job description when they hired me!" Harry replied. He was about 5 years older than Chandler was, but he had the attitude of a 19-year old.
"Yea, but what are you gonna do huh? That's life!" Chandler said as the both started to walk inside the club.
Another one of the detectives came over to Chandler and Harry.
"What do we got here Eddie?" Chandler asked, turning to face him.
"We got four dead bodies, three in the back, one on the floor. They were a band, called themselves The Method."
"And how did those four dead bodies come to be, dead bodies?" Harry asked.
"Well some of the people we talked to said that there were three guys that came in here last night, shot the place up. The guy that owns the place doesn't have any cameras so we got nothing. He's up there talking to some officers if you want to talk to him." Eddie said, pointing to a room on the next level with a whole wall that was just a window, so you could look right in.
"So what do we have so far?" Chandler said as the walked to the back of the club to take a look around.
"Not much, most of the evidence we have is all in the back hallway. You guys can take a look around but I have to get out of here, I got assigned to another case, I'll talk to you guys later!" Eddie yelled as he ran out of the club.
Chandler walked to the back hallway, ducking under the yellow police tape as the proceeded down the hallway.
The three bodies were lying throughout the hallway; bullet holes covered the walls.
"Well, the obviously used automatics, there's no way you could get that many shots off and miss that many times." Chandler said as he squatted down to get a better down the hallway.
"Ok, go get an officer to dust the all the doorknobs for fingerprints, get somebody to take pictures of the bodies, and I'm going to go look out on the floor," Harry said as he walked off.
"You got it," Chandler said as he got back up.
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-3 hours later-
Fingerprints had been taken to the lab and pictures of everything were taken and labeled. Harry was off talking to the club owner while Chandler stood in the hallway, slowly looking at every little detail of it.
"You got those print sizes right Max?" Chandler asked an officer standing against the wall. "Yup," He replied. "We got a size 10 and 12."
"Good." Chandler said.
"He spotted something shiny on the ground and bent down to look at it. It was a silver necklace. He got out a pen and slipped it through, picking it up and observing it.
"Hey Max," He said holding it up for him to see. "Get me a bag would ya?"
Max pulled out a small bag and Chandler carefully slid the necklace in and zipped the bag shut.
"Get this down to the lab ok?" Chandler said to Max, he nodded and walked away.
Chandler sighed and rubbed his neck. He loved his job but sometimes it could be very stressful.
It was only 9:30 and they had lots of work to get done still.
He walked back out to the front just as Harry was walking down the stairs.
"Hey, you find anything out?" Chandler asked, as he waited for Harry to catch up.
"No, the guy says he's never had any problems in here before. It's only been open for two years. He also said that his security is a bunch of bouncers that couldn't get jobs anywhere else. He doesn't keep their names, just pays them every other Friday. So a lot of good that does us."
"Well, it looks like this case is gonna be eating up a lot of our time."
"Yea, well let's get down to the station. We got paper work to do!" Harry said as he walked off towards his car.
"I can hardly contain my joy." Chandler said flatly and followed behind him, heading to his own car.
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-1 ½ hours later, Police Station, Chandler and Harry are sitting across from each other at their desks-
"This place is a Zoo!" Harry said, trying to get work done but obviously distracted.
"Come on, I can't think, let's get out of here." Chandler said, putting down a piece of paper he was reading and taking his glasses off.
Both men stood up, put their suit jackets on, and walked towards the front doors, weaving in and out of all the other desks and people.
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-Half an hour later, a restaurant, Chandler and Harry are sitting at a table outside by the sidewalks-
Chandler put down his fork and rubbed his temples. Harry looked up and noticed this.
"What's the matter? You ok?" He asked.
"Yea, I just have a really bad headache." Chandler said quietly.
"Another one? You've been getting these headaches for like five months now, you should talk to your doctor." Harry said as he continued eating.
"No, I'm fine. I've been having a long day."
"Yea me too." Harry replied. "But, I talked to Benny, he said we can go home early today, since we had to go in like two hours earlier than normal."
Chandler smiled. "Well that's good. Say, why did we have to go in that early anyway?"
"They said that they had to get it all cleaned up before noon today because there were filming some damn movie across the street and they couldn't have all these police cars and crap in the way so."
"Couldn't they have just filmed a different day? Like tomorrow?" Chandler asked with a blank look on his face.
"Hey what do I look like? The director?" Harry said as he sat back.
"Well, ya know, I've never met the director so there goes your whole argument."
"Don't start with me Chandler, not today." Harry got up and put his jacket on.
Chandler just laughed and also got up to put his jacket on, throwing a twenty on the table to cover the bill and tip.
"What time is it?" Chandler asked.
Harry looked down at his watch. "11:50, why?"
"I'm not feeling very good, I haven't slept much in the past week. And my head is pounding, and my back is sore from standing for three hours this morning."
"Well, you can go home. I'll just tell Benny you were to sick to get any work done so I sent you home." Harry said as they started walking.
"Oh thanks man, I owe you one!" Chandler smiled and gave him a pat on the back as he ran off to his car. He hopped over the side, not opening the door, and slid down into the seat.
"Wow, your back really does seem to be sore!" Harry yelled over to him and laughed before getting in his own car and driving back to the station.
Chandler just smiled and started the car.
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