Author's Note: Okay, more case building with hints of romance…if you look closely…ish. So, it's more case file right now than anything else, I swear I'll get to the romance eventually!
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Victims of Fate
Chapter Five
Prompt: Dinning Out
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With steaming boxes of cheap Chinese food between them, Logan and Barek studied copies of Molly Gregory's address book, phone calls and daily planner with a map of the five boroughs pinned to the cork board.
"Well, she had dinner with someone named Amelia the night before she died," Barek muttered, "Doesn't say where they went though."
"ME will have a list of her stomach contents," Mike said through a mouthful of beef lo mien. "Hopefully she ate something fancy and not from a hot dog stand."
Barek smiled slightly, "That report would be helpful. Wonder what's taking so long."
Mike shrugged, "Morgue's probably backed up."
"Well, we do know she never called you," Barek frowned, "What could have changed her mind?"
"Better question is who changed her mind," Mike leaned forward and studied the map, "She worked for the mayor, not that far from here and she never bothers to come see me. She's at the bar near my apartment, and the same thing. Never calls either. Something spooked this girl."
"Not use to having your Irish charm fail?" Barek joked, and got a strained smile in response. It worried her. Something about this case was bothering Mike enough to effect his joking nature.
"You're thinking about Watkins," Barek guessed, "You think she's trying to get you into trouble with IAB."
"Girl's found beaten to death with my card in her wallet. She let her attacker in and apparently trusted whoever he was. I'm a cop with a temper, who's to say I didn't kill her?"
"The evidence doesn't even point to you," Barek made a sweeping gesture to all the paper spread out between them, "If Watkins wanted to set you up, she would have at least waited until the girl contacted you. We need to find who Amelia is."
"Any Amelia's on the luds?" Mike asked, though he still looked haunted. Barek mentally frowned. She much preferred her partner joking with her, even if she did roll her eyes and tell him to shut up.
"I checked, no Amelia, but there is an unlisted cell phone," Barek slid the sheet of numbers over to Mike, "She called that number a lot after getting your card. The cell phone was purchased from a 7/11 in Queens."
"Guess we're taking a drive then."