A story written as a Christmas gift for my sister. Staring the detectives I based off of us. Well, the one based off my sister kind of took on a life of her own.
Detective Kate Mitchell felt a familiar rush of excitement and nervousness as she strapped on her bulletproof vest. She put her shield around her neck, taking comfort in its familiar weight, and loaded her gun. She’d been a detective for five months now, but the rush of a takedown was something she thought she’d never get used to.
She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and turned to her partner, Emily Moore, who was spreading out a floor plan of the building on the hood of the unmarked. Zach and Brian gathered around the car to listen.
“Right, this is the warehouse,” Emily started. “We believe that the arms dealer Damion Marlev is using it as a base. He’s our guy. We’re bringing him in for the Rodriguez murder. However, if we’re lucky, we might just get enough evidence to put him away for arms dealing as well.”
Zach and Brian both studied the picture of Marlev and nodded. They’d been put on a separate case but were only too eager to help with the bust. Emily pulled her brown hair up into a ponytail as she continued. “Right, me and Kate will take the north side, starting from this entrance, here.” Emily pointed to the floor plan. “You guys take the south side, going in through here. We’ve got uniforms around the perimeter in case Marlev makes a break for it. He’s our priority. Get into position, wait 30 seconds so me and Kate can get into place, then go in, we’ll meet in the middle.”
“You got it, chief,” Zach said. “Are we going in loud and large or aiming for the element of surprise?”
“Dude, we’re busting down doors,” Brian pointed out. “You don’t think somebody would notice that?”
“Well, I’m just asking.”
“Loud and large, Zach,” Emily told him. “Ready when you are.”
The boys went to the door of the warehouse as Kate followed Emily to the other side. They took up positions on either side of the door. Kate took a deep breath and held her gun steady, waiting for Emily’s order. She counted, one, two, three…then move.
Emily kicked in the door, swinging her gun around as she moved into the room. Kate followed close behind. They were in a room filled with crates, each one probably filled with guns and ammo. The detectives stuck close together, Kate watching Emily’s back as they made their way through the maze. It was the worst possible scenario for the detectives, unable to see what lay all around them. They separated when they got to the end of the room. There were two doors, one leading to offices the other to packing areas. In synch they kicked down the two doors.
Kate cleared the offices. It only took a few seconds. She almost shouted “Clear!” out of habit, but remembered that Emily probably wouldn’t be close enough to hear. She started making her way back to her partner. Then there was a large crash from somewhere to her left. Kate took off running back the way she came. Then came a few shots from a handgun. Kate hoped it was from Emily’s weapon.
As Kate reentered the first room a large man ran into her and knocked her to the ground. Her gun fell from her hand and slid across the floor, hopelessly out of reach.
“Police, freeze!” she heard Emily yell. Sure enough it was Marlev picking himself up off the floor next to her. Kate quickly reached out and grabbed his leg before he could regain his balance, pulling him back down. She scrambled to her feet and got on top of Marlev, yanking his hands behind him, taking full advantage of her speed and what remained of the element of surprise. She quickly cuffed him.
“Nice work, Kate,” Emily told her.
“Thanks,” she said. “Damion Marlev, you’re under arrest for the murder of Antony Rodriguez. And you get the honor of being my first arrest,” she told him.
“Is it just me, or was that too easy?” Emily asked. “Almost…anti-climatic.”
“He did walk right into it,” Kate said. “Literally.”
“On the literal level I’d say it was more like he ran right into it,” Emily corrected.
“Great, I’m stuck with a couple of comedy writers for arresting officers,” Marlev said as the two detectives hauled him to his feet.
***
Kate walked into the captain’s office a little while later.
“You wanted to see me sir?” she asked.
“Yes, have a seat,” the captain said motioning to a chair across the desk from him. “I hear you’re working on a pretty big case. Fill me in on the Rodriguez murder.”
So Kate gave him the abridged version. Antony Rodriguez was found murdered two days ago, his body riddled with bullet holes. He was a security guard at a warehouse and supposedly over-heard Damion Marlev in the middle of an arms deal. Rodriguez tried calling an anonymous tip line from his cell phone, but was cut-off before the dispatcher received any information from him. Later that night they found the body and after an extensive paper trail they’d finally arrived at the conclusion the dealers killed him to silence him, leading to the day’s bust.
“Good work, detective,” the captain said, “but for now it’s all circumstantial. What you need is a confession from that scumbag.”
“We’ve got him in interrogation 1 now, Captain,” Kate told him. “Emily was going to let him sit for a while before going at him.”
“Tell her to stand down and let you start off the questioning,” the captain said. “Moore’s good, possibly the department’s best, but you need some practice. If it doesn’t look like he’ll crack, she can step in.”
Kate blinked. “You think I can get him to talk?”
“I think you need to try,” the captain said. “You’ve been learning from the best.”
“Yes sir,” Kate said, smiling. This would be fun.
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