10: Murder in the First-Degree Pt. 3

“Here, birdy, birdy,” Victoria called as she set a bowl of peanuts, corn flakes and strawberries beneath her garage door. “Come on, birdy, I know you’re here.” She pulled a small ladder from the garage and climbed to the top rung. Peeking her head above the roof she checked for a nest hoping her little friend had started building a home. Victoria sighed in disappointment not finding anything and started on her way down.

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09: Murder in the First-Degree Pt. 2

“Have you seen the papers?” Mike asked slamming a copy onto Mason’s desk as he barged his way into the man’s office. “They are making Victoria out to be some kind of cop on an abuse of power trip; making up…all kinds of lies about her! I mean how the hell did they even get wind of this?”

“Rizzitello, calm down. I’m sure there’s an explanation for it.”

“Yeah, there is. Those bastards down at IAD are trying to put on the heat and make her do something stupid. They think this cheap tactic is going to scare her into confessing something that’s never fucking happened! I can’t believe it. I can’t believe how calm you can be just sitting there like nothing’s happening while a damn good homicide detective is being persecuted like this! This is bullshit, Captain!”

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08: Murder in the First-Degree Pt. 1

Two men dressed in neatly pressed, black business suits started toward Victoria and Mike as they stood near the posting wall delving into the new cases and pending notes from previous convictions. “Detective Carson?” asked the taller of the two. He was a medium built man of African descent with dark circles beneath his brown eyes. He wore a wedding band on his left hand with a matching gold watch. The hair on his face was neatly trimmed and from what could be seen he was athletic which spoke of a man who respected his body.

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