Well, it's time for the boys to head back to the office. And for me to get some work done outside. With the other story nearly fully published, I am hoping the disappearing/reappearing issue will go away soon. Definitely not soon enough.
Their return to Bryant Street had taken longer than expected due to the massive flood of media vans from every news channel imaginable blocking side streets and parking lots alike in expectation of the press conference that was scheduled for 4pm.
They'd yielded Olsen's earlier advice to stay away from the main parking lot out front, where eager camera crews could catch a glimpse of their arrival through the fence line and worst case, track their move by following the tan Galaxy across town.
Instead, they'd returned to the crowded underground parking garage, definite signs of several of the other officers following the same notion.
"You think he's got the case closed for us by now?", Steve mumbled flippantly, unable to wipe the smile off his face, even when Mike slapped his shoulder in a silent reprimand.
"I fear he's going to find out that things are a bit different here than they are in Boaston."
The fake accent paired with a mischievous grin lifted some of the tension that had befallen them during their investigation into the tragic massacre.
The event, so unprecedented for this city, along with the concerning fact that their gunman was still at large had put both men on edge, the national pressure to find the monster responsible downright unbearable at times.
The only thing Mike found solace in at this point was that no matter what the next few days would bring, he had his partner by his side, a trusted soul and indomitable spirit when it came to fighting crime.
And as long as they both could keep their head straight, the well-matched duo had a realistic chance to get one step ahead of their killer.
"Listen Buddyboy, when we…when we get off the elevator, just remember that Forester volunteered to help us out in this case, no matter how unbearable his…personality may be. He is, after all a specialist in the field. And I am certain we can learn a lot from him."
Sighing, as he followed Mike down the brightly lit corridor to the main part of the Hall of Justice building, Steve gave him a weak salute, followed by a cheeky grin.
"Aye aye, O Captain! My Captain!"