Author's Note: Oooo, a woman murder, nifty idea huh? A cookie to the person who figures things out first, lol. Also, Barek needs a nickname, something more personal than Barek and easier to type/say than Carolyn, lol.
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Victims of Fate
Chapter Seven
Prompt: Ambitious
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For the first time in MCS history, someone has stayed later than Goren and everyone's surprised that it's Mike Logan who is still hunched over his desk going over files. Carolyn Barek had gone home hours ago, asking Mike if he wanted her to stay. Of course he'd told her to go, though he really wanted her to stay. Even if she was just across the way from him, it was nice to know she was there.
Now, he was alone in the squad room with Barskey and Kipkish who worked the o'dark thirty shift and something about the murder of Molly Gregory was bothering him. His card in her wallet was nagging at him. Barek had suggested it was just a coincidence, but Mike had a feeling. That sort of sixth sense long time detectives develop was telling him that his card was important. The reason why was escaping him completely.
He thought maybe it was someone who had a beef with him, some paroled criminal, but none of the women he'd ever arrest were out on parole. He'd even checked the small, skinny guys he'd arrested. Three were on parole, but calls to their parole officers revealed one was dead of a drug overdose, one was in lock up on his way back to Sing Sing and the other had a steady job. Mike called the garage where parolee number three worked and was a little annoyed to discover that he'd never missed a day of work.
So, here he was, sitting at his desk, blankly staring at a file and trying to rack his brain for a reason. Maybe Barek was right, the card had nothing to do with it. Maybe one of Gregory's friends had murdered her over a boy-friend dispute or maybe it was Gregory's lover. He'd seen cases like it before.
Mike reached blindly for the phone when it started ringing, his eyes never leaving the crime scene photos, "Logan."
"Hey, Mike," It was Barek. Mike sat up straighter, noticing something wasn't right with Barek's tone, "Are you still at the squad?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Uh, I think…I think someone may have broken into my apartment." Mike was up out of his seat in an instant.
"I'm on my way."