"David, are you ready?" A voice called out from outside the front door. "Come on man we got a stiff getting cold in an alley."
David Mitchel, a Las Vegas detective that has seen too much in his life starting from childhood, watching his alcoholic parents turn tricks to support their habits; while dragging him along. When he hit his teenage years, David found himself in the middle of a firefight between a local bar owner and his father, when his old man tried to skip out on his tab, leaving his father's chest full of buckshot and the barkeep with a .22 slug in the leg. From that point, David promised himself that this would not be the way of life for him and left home at seventeen to make a better future for himself or hoped anyway. After graduating from high school, David joined the Marine Corps, where he struggled with authority and found to be a total smart ass. However, when it came down to a fight, he could always be relied on to have his unit's back. Yea you could say he was full of piss and vinegar or you could tell he still is.
At the age of thirty, David Mitchel still has a problem with following the rules. His partner Carter Taylor, a hardcore cop looking to put an old fashion smackdown on the bad guy, Carter comes from a long line of shields; he says it runs deeper than in their blood, it runs down into their soul, and that's what makes them so good at their job. Carter and David have been working together for the past five years, and they made a hell of a team until David started noticing changes in Carter's actions. Now he's just doing what needs doing until he can get transferred to Florida.
Carter's hand came crashing down on the front of the door again BAM, BAM, and BAM! "Let's go, David, my granny, moves faster than your scrubby ass, and she is ninety." David opened the door and looked at Carter wearing a new suit. "Got a hot date or did the Mayor just give you the keys to the city?" David didn't understand why his partner was acting like a total douche bag, but he could feel it was only going to get worse. "What I think I look pretty damn good; nice and smooth. Reminds me of that movie Bad Boys, you know the one that has Will Smith in it. I make this look good." Carter said as he struck a pose. David laughed, and there was his opening, "Yep, but everybody wanted to be like Mike, not like Carter." David slammed his apartment door shut and headed for the stairs the whole time laughing. "Yea, well this isn't the damn movies we got a real case to deal with." Carter pissed off now that meant at least an hour of the silent treatment David could handle that.
When they arrived on the scene, David already knew something was way off about the setting. No crowd, no reporters, just a dead girl, is lying cold in the alley. "Carter, where is the rest of the team." Every bone in his body told him this was bad, and Carter was part of it; he didn't know how yet. "Looks like it's just your partner and me," Carter said with a grin on his face. David didn't like this at all; it smelled of set up and betrayal; guess it was a good thing he was street smart and common sense worthy not too many can say that much. "Well without the team we can't process the scene, so I guess we will have to wait for them to get here. Why don't you try calling them again and find out what their ETA is? Partner!" David was always good at playing kind until further notice. When Carter walked away, David pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick text to Lexi, a DNA specialist in the lab, and she would get to his Captain hopefully before the situation went from one dead body to multiple bodies.
Carter was still out walking around behind the car when David's phone buzzed back. "Lexi- Back up on the way! Watch your back. You still owe me $20 dick :P..." David couldn't help but giggle, leave it to her to find the humor in the situation. "David- Thanks and if I get killed I left you $20 in my Will and left Dickie out of this he never did anything to you. :P." Yes, they had a proper work relationship. Lexi was more like the guys than a real girl hell she could kick all their asses and shoot better than most. She would have made a hell of a Sniper for the Marine Corp. "Hey! The teams ETA is at least an hour, but Captain said go ahead and start processing the crime scene." Carter spoke while looking around like a nervous rat that just caught wind of a hungry alley cat. BUZZZZZ, BUZZZZZ!!! Damn phone!! "Lexi- ETA 10 minutes Capt. said don't move a muscle. ;)" David had a good come back for that one but now wasn't the time for it. He had a bigger problem, and it was called a cop issued revolver. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?" David was horrible when it came to dissolving issues when it involved a gun pointed at his head, at this point he would have pulled the shoot first, ask questions later trick but shooting his partner even if he is a total dip shit was not on his bucket list. "You just couldn't shut up and leave it alone. All you had to do was clean up the mess and move the hell on with your life. What you think you're the better cop now?"
David could see Carter was on edge and slipping faster than back up was moving. BUZZZZZ, BUZZZZZ!!! Saved by the buzz. David saw lights heading their way. "Carter we can walk away from this right now and get you some help, but you gotta talk to my partner. What happened here, buddy? Did you kill this girl or do you know who did and they are making you play maid service?" Now they were surrounded by the team and local PD. He could hear the Captain asking him if he was okay, but didn't dare move, somebody was about to get shot and he damn sure didn't want it to be him. So David closed his eyes and clicked his heels together. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING DAVID?" Carter is thinking this was some signal and started moving away from David a little. David kept his eyes closed and continued to click his heels and whispered: "There's no place like Florida." David didn't lose anything at home. Carter continued to inch away from David, trying to spot any Snipers. Once he was at a comfortable distance, David made a run for it; thankfully, his truck wasn't but a few feet away.
After the Captain and the local PD took care of Carter, the team got to work processing the scene. The body was of a young girl maybe eighteen, dressed to impress with a black mini skirt and tube top; her shoes were missing, no purse, no ID, and a single gunshot wound to the back of the head. The only thing was, this was the secondary crime scene; she died elsewhere, this was the business district for this kind of girl, she was clubbing, and the only clubs around here was for the retirement homes. "David, do we have any leads?" Jimmy another CSI detective, a little goofy, but an awesome Criminalist. "Not much that she was killed elsewhere and dumped here. DNA and prints are being sent back to the lab for analysis. M.E. gives the time of death just before 1 AM." David scoped out the scene for any more leads as to why they dumped the victim here. It didn't make any sense; during daylight hours this place is bustling, was it a hit sent to warn somebody around here, was it personal; they knew the victim, and this was a way of keeping tabs on the investigation without being noticed? Well, there wasn't much he could do until they could get an ID on her maybe it wouldn't be too complicated.
David went back to the station to see if anyone had reported the girl missing and see if Carter had decided to spill the beans yet. He still didn't know how he fits into all this; however, it was it wasn't going to end well for Carter. "You got any updates for me on the victim's ID yet Nate?" David questioned the fingerprint analysis, he was a rookie and caught hell from everyone, but he took it well. "Not yet we are still running them through the system but no hits. There were hundreds of prints in that alley but none match to our dead girl." Nate didn't want to be a disappointment, so he worked hard to make sure he covered everything something to the point of overkill.
"Alright man keep me posted. I'm going to check with Tom in ballistics, catch ya later." David started to drift back off into thought when he caught something out of the corner of his eye or more like someone. Female, roughly about 5' 8", 160lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, and looking lost. "Can I help you find something?" David asked the young lady. "I'm looking for Mike's Diner. I can't seem to find the street, and my cell phone is dead, so I can't call my uncle." She seemed nervous; keeping her head down, only making eye contact when spoken to and when David went to touch her arm, she flinched, and it all came together; domestic abuse. "Are you okay Miss? You seem like you are afraid of something." She would not look at him and continued to keep her head down as she spoke. "I'm fine. I need to find my uncle's diner. Thank you." He knew better, but he gave her directions and walked her back to her vehicle. As she pulled out onto the road, he noticed it carried a Florida license plate. "No place like Florida." He smiled and went back to work.
Tom in ballistics only had for him that, the bullet fired from a .9mm gun, it was reported stolen six months ago by a casino junkie, and the round was damaged so a fingerprint a definite out. Anyhow they had a starting point. The M.E. ran a rape kit, and it came back positive, but he had to wait for Lexi to run it through CODIS. "Hey Lex when do you think you will have the results of the victim's rape kit?" Lexi loved to bust his balls so she would make him wait for an answer by looking swamped with other cases. "Oh sorry were you needing something Mitchel?" She giggled, "Yea about 2 hours. I'm snowed under; I will get it to you as fast as I can." He waved with a thumbs up and walked out of the station to his truck. He needed to find something to eat before his sugar started showing its ugly face, another downfall to childhood neglect. "I never have kids." he thought to himself. He pulled up to the red light and was sitting there waiting for it to change when he saw a sign "Mike's Diner" He smiled again "No place like Florida." He drove around the block and parked.
The restaurant was busy for such a small place. David found an empty stool and sat at the counter and waited for a waitress. The waitress dressed merely in a t-shirt and blue jeans, hair pulled up in a bun, and a name tag "Tiffany." "What can I get ya to drink?" She had a Minnie Mouse voice it was almost annoying. "Um, Sweet Tea, and by the way, is Mike the owner here by any chance?" David asked. She rolled her eyes and yelled, "MIKE, YOU HAVE A VISITOR." Wow, she had a big mouth for a Minnie Mouse voice.
A big guy walked out from the back where the kitchen was. "Who wants Mike?" David thought maybe he shouldn't mess with the guy while he was cooking his food. "That would be me." David waved him over. "What can I help you with a young man?" Whoa, young man, it had been a long time since he last heard the phrase. "I was checking to make sure the young lady found her way to your establishment. She seemed upset about something, but I didn't want to pry." He was sincere he wanted to make sure she had made it safely. However, he was hungry, so why not kill two birds with one stone. "You were the police officer that helped my niece this morning. Thank You so much I was worried he had found her and hurt her. Yes, she is here and safe. I have a lake house that I used to take her as a child, and that's where she is staying now. She can now concentrate on doing what she loves most; her music and writing." For a big guy, he was more like a big teddy bear when it came to her. "Hold on, who is after her, and why? If you don't mind me asking." David didn't want to intrude. However, the uncle didn't seem to mind telling him since he had been the officer that helped her out.
"Her ex-boyfriend back in Florida. He too is a cop, but he is a crooked SOB at first we thought he was the best thing that happened to her then he became possessive; not letting her call us, leave the house without his approval first. Then she called and said he was becoming physically abusive. She went and filed a report, but they threw it out because he was a cop and took his word over hers. She went and borrowed a friend's phone and took photos and emailed them to me on my phone. When I saw everything he did to her I told her to leave doesn't worry about packing leave." David saw tears burning at the edge of the gentleman's eyes. "If you need anything here is my card don't hesitate to call and tell her the same? What is her name in case she does call?" He had a case to focus on, but he didn't handle these types of situations lightly either. "Marie, Marie is her name. And Thank You. Lunch is in the house." And he got up and walked back into the kitchen. David finished lunch and left Minnie Mouse a five-dollar tip. As he stepped out of the diner, he clicked his heels together and said: "There's no place like home."
Lori on May 20, 2013:
That is fantastic, i love it, cant wait to read more.