She had to follow alone, but she didn't look too concerned just shooting a glare at the one screaming orders as her heads went to the back of her head. She recognized that voice even in his suit, and as he got closer to cuff her, she just rolled her eyes as he positioned her arms behind her back and the first cuff clacked in place. "Romero, I didn't know you were into S&M." She could hear one or two of the officers laugh from underneath their suits, even though he didn't seem to share the amusement as he cuffed her. "You guys want to actually investigate the scene and realize this is an obvious, obvious, set up, or are we doing this whole action movie cliche the old fashioned way? Come on, get the chief here. Let me talk to her."She waited for a couple of minutes.
Crack!
A supression grande exploded, rendering her blind and deaf. As she opened her eyes, she saw a couple of armoured police officers, aiming at her with guns.
"On the ground! Hands visible!" One called to her. She knew that those units had tendency to be trigger happy.
Alexey pressed the button for the parking garage, 'So how's it going, Leka? Other than this nasty business?'
"Well, at first I managed to jack into an air conditioner and blew it up in her face. Then I stunned her and disabled her limbs. I let her up, though to try and find out who gave her my indentity." He sighs. "I had to stick her with some needle I found on the ground, and it took her out permanently." Jack mostly ignores the lewd sight. She's a beautiful girl, but given her penchant for public nudity, it's nothing he hasn't seen before. "The irritating thing is that afterwards I saw a different woman wearing Nineke's jacket. You ever seen her?" Jack holds up the picture he snapped of the strange woman. "I wasn't able to follow or confront her, sadly."
"Evidence? You...want to think about that one a little?" She couldn't mask her annoyance. "I called you here. Why the hell would I call you to a murder I committed in an abandoned building instead of getting rid of the body? If you want to actually analyze the fingerprinting, you'll notice that I'm not wearing any gloves and you can pull the dna from my vehicle, the doors and walls I touched while investigating, but I never touched the body and while my fingerprints are on the gun, I never fired it so you won't find anything on the trigger, meaning you can pull a second or third set of prints from whoever actually touched it. Plus, when the body gets examined, you can find the time of death as well as pull the tracking gps from my vehicle that means he was shot BEFORE I got here." She took a breath. He wasn't outright hostile to her, but she had to explain all her findings and how little it actually made any logical sense for her to be the killer in anyway. "Plus, you know...just pull the sensory data from my receptors. I was nowhere near the guy when he died and I could not possibly have had any time to kill him earlier, since it's even in the database of when I submitted my report starting my investigation about my clue to come here." His idea of a mountain of evidence seemed like the most barebone thing to her. She could easily get a lawyer to throw this "case" out. People had gotten off with a lot less to defend themselves. But her reputation was still on the line. She raised an eyebrow at hearing him speak. "What second body?"
Those two were dead...what would the motive be? Nathan was dead, and even an asshole like him wouldn't kill himself just to fuck with her. Someone else then. But there was nobody who as far she could tell really benefited anything from this. "Ten minutes...I didn't see anyone leave when I got there, so they must have called after leaving." She reasoned this out, even though it didn't help. "Also going to have to ask. What's my motive in this hypothetical scenario?" She asked while in the car on the ride back to the station, not heavily worried, but keeping the conversation going to hear what exactly this case was built together. She had to take the ride back to the station, keeping her conversation going with Romero. She didn't really mind him, but he always seemed too eager for easy answers to cases in her mind even when it was obvious there was tons of other loose ends. "Time of murders. Weapons and who had access to them at the time. Motive. Those are all kind of important."
Alexey looked surprised at the kiss, though he didn't push Leka away given the pistol at his side, 'You're kind of giving me mixed signals here, Leka.'Leka shrugged.
"As usual. Taking care of some rats, doing some cleaning. But the last business put a stop to my plans. Now I need to rethink my policies and restructure my company." She snarled. "You do realise how long it will take?" Her heels clicked on the elevator's door, as she pushed Alexey against the window with a view of the city.
Still pressing the gun to his side, she leaned forward and caught his lips.
"You pass this test, you might just get promoted." She said huskily.
Jack looks confused. "Why wouldn't I care? She knows who I am, Liv, and whoever hired her knows too. I'd like to put an end to this, and regain my privacy." The netrunner looks over the rig, before facing Olivia. "How much, Liv?"
A few days locked inside one of the hanging cages of Club Sade could break any woman, but Eve doubted they'd take in a police officer, though other, less reputable establishments would. She had been such a good fuck, all she needed was an attitude adjustment before she would make customers cum with the same harshness she had Eva. Making a call, she introduced herself in a halting Chinese, having picked up a few words and phrases during a trip for a gymnastics competition and what she had learned and mostly forgotten from her father, but the conversation quickly shifted to English as she explained the situation to her Triad contact on the other line. The question was what kind of favor they'd ask for recruiting their newest whore.
Of course, you do. Now, which one of us is the one who is going to break records for most cases solved in a year?