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Race Against Time
The News
It was a brisk autumn day in usually sunny Wilmington, North Carolina. I walked into the familiar crime lab, ready to tackle the day. Michael walked up to me, handing me a file.
"Rally everyone up downstairs. I got important news", he said, walking away. I shrugged and walked downstairs, flipping through the file. I motioned to Henderson to hand me a chair. I stood up on it and tried to get everyone's attention.
"Yo, Michael wants everyone gathered", I called. No good. I sighed and finally let out a shrill whistle. Everyone stopped. I pointed to the front of the chair and everyone slunk over. I hopped down, the impressions my Converses made on the chair slowly disappearing. I placed my hands on my hips and waited for Michael to come downstairs. After a minute, he did.
"Hello, everyone. I have some terrible news", he said. I rolled my eyes. What a way to start off a new day.
"Jay Maxwell has escaped from the prison", he said. My jaw dropped. I was the arresting officer on that case, so this was a major shocker to me. He was a suspect in an ongoing homicide case and we had locked him up for assault. Without a murder weapon, we didn't have him on anything but aggravated assault.
"Where is he now?" Oliver Montgomery asked. I rolled my eyes.
"If we knew, he'd be back in jail where he belongs, dumbass", I retorted dryly. I wasn't in the mood for idiocy.
"He's in New York City, wreaking havoc among the citizens. I spoke to the head of the crime lab there and he's agreed to do a joint investigation. I said I would send my best detective on it and I've already picked out my ideal choice", he said. His eyes set on me and I wondered if he was going to reprimand me for my retort. I knew for sure he was going to pick Vance Michelle. He was the second-in-command.
"Pacino, I want you on this. You're a good cop and this was your case", he said. Shock emanated through me.
"Th-Thank you, sir", I stammered, not denying that I was surprised.
"You leave tonight, so pack your stuff. I don't expect this to take very long", Michael replied. I nodded and went upstairs.
"Pacino! Go home and get your stuff", Michael called. I turned around, walking outside. A silent thrill shot through me as I walked out to my beloved car, a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS I had named The Black Stallion. I pulled out my phone and called my sister-in-law, Sarah.
"Sarah! Guess what!" I squealed as soon as she answered. I'd known Sarah for years; she was like the older sister I never had and she was my best friend.
"Well, I can't guess, so I'll let you tell me", she replied, smiling.
"I'm coming to New York for a week! My boss picked me to go, I said, squealing.
"That's awesome, Izzy! You're coming to stay with us, right?" she said. I laughed.
"Duh! I'll be in tonight", I replied.
"Can't wait", she said. We hung up as I pulled into my apartment building parking lot. I got out, locking my beloved car and ran up the steps into my apartment, where I was promptly greeted by my black Lab puppy, Boomer. He wriggled as I scratched his side.
I walked into my bedroom, pulling out a backpack and a suitcase. I threw in some clothes and two pairs of shoes. I usually wore Converses, they were comfortable and stylish. I walked Boomer to my car and helped him inside. I pulled out my phone and called my little sister, Mackenzie. She was nine years younger than me, at the tender age of twenty.
"Hey, Izzy!" she greeted me. I smiled, glad she was out of her funk.
"Can you watch Boomer for a week or so? I'm going out of town on business", I said.
"Sure, just get his stuff. He gets along great with Brewster", she replied. Always reliable and unpredictable Mackenzie. She had adopted floppy-eared Lab/Bernese Mountain Dog mix Brewster on a whim. I pulled up to her apartment building. The day was young, and I had a lot of stuff to do. About six hours later, I arrived at the airport with Michael.
"This is a big milestone in your cop career, kiddo", he said, squeezing my hand. I smiled and nodded. It was pretty major to be selected out of everyone else on the team. This was going to be one of the biggest cases in my career.
"Rally everyone up downstairs. I got important news", he said, walking away. I shrugged and walked downstairs, flipping through the file. I motioned to Henderson to hand me a chair. I stood up on it and tried to get everyone's attention.
"Yo, Michael wants everyone gathered", I called. No good. I sighed and finally let out a shrill whistle. Everyone stopped. I pointed to the front of the chair and everyone slunk over. I hopped down, the impressions my Converses made on the chair slowly disappearing. I placed my hands on my hips and waited for Michael to come downstairs. After a minute, he did.
"Hello, everyone. I have some terrible news", he said. I rolled my eyes. What a way to start off a new day.
"Jay Maxwell has escaped from the prison", he said. My jaw dropped. I was the arresting officer on that case, so this was a major shocker to me. He was a suspect in an ongoing homicide case and we had locked him up for assault. Without a murder weapon, we didn't have him on anything but aggravated assault.
"Where is he now?" Oliver Montgomery asked. I rolled my eyes.
"If we knew, he'd be back in jail where he belongs, dumbass", I retorted dryly. I wasn't in the mood for idiocy.
"He's in New York City, wreaking havoc among the citizens. I spoke to the head of the crime lab there and he's agreed to do a joint investigation. I said I would send my best detective on it and I've already picked out my ideal choice", he said. His eyes set on me and I wondered if he was going to reprimand me for my retort. I knew for sure he was going to pick Vance Michelle. He was the second-in-command.
"Pacino, I want you on this. You're a good cop and this was your case", he said. Shock emanated through me.
"Th-Thank you, sir", I stammered, not denying that I was surprised.
"You leave tonight, so pack your stuff. I don't expect this to take very long", Michael replied. I nodded and went upstairs.
"Pacino! Go home and get your stuff", Michael called. I turned around, walking outside. A silent thrill shot through me as I walked out to my beloved car, a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS I had named The Black Stallion. I pulled out my phone and called my sister-in-law, Sarah.
"Sarah! Guess what!" I squealed as soon as she answered. I'd known Sarah for years; she was like the older sister I never had and she was my best friend.
"Well, I can't guess, so I'll let you tell me", she replied, smiling.
"I'm coming to New York for a week! My boss picked me to go, I said, squealing.
"That's awesome, Izzy! You're coming to stay with us, right?" she said. I laughed.
"Duh! I'll be in tonight", I replied.
"Can't wait", she said. We hung up as I pulled into my apartment building parking lot. I got out, locking my beloved car and ran up the steps into my apartment, where I was promptly greeted by my black Lab puppy, Boomer. He wriggled as I scratched his side.
I walked into my bedroom, pulling out a backpack and a suitcase. I threw in some clothes and two pairs of shoes. I usually wore Converses, they were comfortable and stylish. I walked Boomer to my car and helped him inside. I pulled out my phone and called my little sister, Mackenzie. She was nine years younger than me, at the tender age of twenty.
"Hey, Izzy!" she greeted me. I smiled, glad she was out of her funk.
"Can you watch Boomer for a week or so? I'm going out of town on business", I said.
"Sure, just get his stuff. He gets along great with Brewster", she replied. Always reliable and unpredictable Mackenzie. She had adopted floppy-eared Lab/Bernese Mountain Dog mix Brewster on a whim. I pulled up to her apartment building. The day was young, and I had a lot of stuff to do. About six hours later, I arrived at the airport with Michael.
"This is a big milestone in your cop career, kiddo", he said, squeezing my hand. I smiled and nodded. It was pretty major to be selected out of everyone else on the team. This was going to be one of the biggest cases in my career.