A/N: Just to clarify, we know that Daniel Shaw is the hired shooter that killed Jill. We don't know who hired him or why...yet...I give you Walker, PI, Ch 6, The Break In
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.
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"What does the vault have to do with anything?" I asked. He just looked at me.
"There were two items stolen from that museum," Chuck said. "One was a mask, with what I think is a flash drive in it, detailing their criminal operations. The second is the rare Maltese Tiger."
"You think the Tiger and that mask is in that vault?" Chuck nodded. "Why?"
"Because I tailed the thieves the night they stole it." Something didn't sit right with me about that, but I ignored it and listened to the rest of his story. "I'm willing to bet my entire bank account that there is a Maltese Tiger in the vault."
"And how exactly do we get in there?" I asked. This was nuts. If he actually had all the proof, why did he need me? His story made sense about those on the Job not trusting him, but if he had tailed them… Something wasn't adding up.
"You have a friend on the force still?" He asked. I nodded. "One that might want to bust Volkoff, but never quite had the evidence needed?" I nodded again. "What if I told you there is video of the robbery, and Volkoff's face is on it." I don't know if my mouth literally dropped, but I felt like it did. "Word is Roark is gearing up for a presidential run. I'm sure he could trade the tiger for some donations channeled through super PACS." That made a lot of sense. This all made a lot of sense, except for Volkoff.
"Why would Alexi ever do something like that? He could be caught. That's sloppy, and that isn't something Ted Roark does." Chuck shrugged.
"I've heard word that Roark has loyalty tests sometimes." Chuck looked away as he responded, like he couldn't look me in the eye. "That sounds like exactly something Roark would make Volkoff do."
"We're going to need that video." Chuck shook his head.
"See, that's a problem. The guy who has the video, and has hidden it, owes Volkoff." There was a look on his face when he said that, a look that didn't fit just right. "He's a security guard now. He was one of the best computer guys in the world, but he got burnt, and has been hesitant to do any kind of work like that ever since. He fixed the feeds after the robbery, figured out what happened, and erased the evidence, but not before keeping his own copy to blackmail Volkoff with."
"How do you know all of this?" He grinned.
"We used to be tight, before, well, Jill," he responded. I smiled at him, but something wasn't sitting right with me, and I couldn't put my finger on it. I glanced down at the paper and saw that there was supposed to be a meeting tonight between city leaders for revitalization. I looked at everyone who was supposed to be there, and some of them while in charge of parts of the city, were thought to be in organized crime.
"You think he's going to move the statue tonight?" Chuck shrugged.
"That makes a lot of sense," he said. I blew out a breath in frustration. This was all happening fast. Something was really bothering me, but I really didn't have time to think about it…almost like it was planned that way.
"You said someone was going to die, how is anyone going to die from this?"
"A Russian Gangster having his partner be Governor, controlling the police? I think a lot of people are going to die." He leaned back, staring at me. Everyone knew Alexi was dirty, now to have proof.
"We've got to have that tape, or we can't do anything," I stressed. Chuck nodded.
"Maybe you could influence him," Chuck said.
"You want me to ask him out?" I asked, starting to get mad at what I thought he was suggesting. Chuck blanched and then looked embarrassed.
"No, I mean intimidate him," Chuck said. "You kinda had a reputation of doing that on the Job," he added quietly. I sat for a second, not wanting him to realize I wasn't mad. I stood, walked over to him slowly and bent down, my lips inches from his ears.
"Do I intimidate you, Chuck?" I asked. He gulped and nodded. I smiled. "Good." I straightened and headed out of the café to the museum. Chuck eventually followed.
We made our way over to the museum. There, Chuck found the man he was looking for, Morgan Grimes. Morgan was a strange little guy with brown hair, short, and with a beard that was quite impressive. He looked like he was trapped however. Knowing what his skills were, I suspect he was bored with his job, but had no way of changing it, that's where Chuck and I came in.
"Morgan, I'd like you to meet Private Investigator Walker. I need you to tell her everything you told me." Morgan looked at Chuck strangely.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Chuck. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do," he said, as if to dismiss us. Chuck surprised me by cutting the space between them quickly, grabbing his arm, and whispering where I could hear.
"Do you want to be stuck in this forever?" Morgan looked defeated, and shook his head no. "She can help you, but you've got to help us." Morgan looked at me. I nodded and he sighed. There was something off, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Morgan looked resigned to help us, but I was wondering, we were about to help him, be free, and for the life of me, he didn't look like he wanted to be free. He pulled up footage, and there it was, Alexi Volkoff stealing both pieces from the museum. I shook my head. This was so unlike him, yet here it was, on film.
"So?" he asked, standing behind me, his hot breath hitting my neck and my ear. I was having trouble not thinking about last night. A lot of trouble.
"So maybe we go have a conversation with some people." I wasn't sure what to do. I get why he didn't go to the police, but what good did it do to have me go to those two? Something was going on, and I should have listened to myself, but I didn't, and my life was never the same.
A/N: Reviews and PMs are always welcomed!
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