Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 003 Thunder Rolls
Brown hair, blue eyes, sparse eyebrows, slightly curly hair that is a little messy and sloppy; the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, revealing a bit of laziness and casualness. This is not a face that can be easily forgotten.
Adrian paused for a moment, and recalled his memory, and then he remembered——
It should have been about a week ago. After nine o'clock in the evening, all the police officers on night shift would go out for dinner, leaving only the youngest members to continue to work in the office. But Adrian forgot his wallet in the drawer, went back, and then saw the man in front of him.
Megan Davis was on duty at the time, and she was chatting happily with the man in front of her while eating pizza.
Seeing Adrian coming back, Megan was a little flustered and tried to explain, but Adrian was used to it and didn't care. He had no interest , so he took the wallet and turned away.
At this time, when they met again, Adrian realized that they didn't even say hello at that time, and he didn't even know the name of the person in front of him; but a quick glance still left a deep impression on Adrian, and after a brief recollection, the image emerged in his mind.
Although a little annoyed, Adrian managed to control himself and remain polite and respond.
"Are you here to look for Megan? Uh, I think you should contact Megan yourself. If nothing unexpected happens, she is at home now."
“You should still learn the specific situation from Megan.”
Adrian stopped there and had no intention of plotting against his colleagues behind their backs.
In fact, Megan was suspended.
Because last Thursday, Megan forgot to lock the door of the evidence room while she was on duty at night. Although no evidence was lost, it was still a serious dereliction of duty.
As a punishment, Megan was suspended for two weeks.
It seems that Megan's date was unaware of this.
...Wait, things seem a little strange?
Last Thursday? The evidence room? The key evidence in the "homeless man case" leaked? The New York Times?
The scattered clues are connected together in my mind.
Adrian's expression paused slightly, and the look in his eyes when he looked over again subtly changed, and his words became a little more hesitant.
"Sir, do you know what's going on?"
Kirk, can you deny that—
Of course, he could totally deny it. There was no evidence to prove that he had ever sneaked into the evidence room, and even if Megan was here, he couldn't prove it. He was not worried.
However, he had different plans.
Kirk had a purpose in returning to the Special Investigations Division, one of the many branches of the NYPD's Investigation Bureau, today.
First, he needed to confirm whether the Special Investigation Division was really unaware of the possibility of a serial murder case.
If it is true, although it is unexpected and shocking, it is not impossible, after all, the NYPD has a mountain of cases.
But if not, they knew that this was a serial murder case but still chose to ignore it, then we need to investigate further to find out who is obstructing the investigation and who is trying to conceal it. Different situations may lead to completely different directions, and the focus of the subsequent investigation may also deviate.
Secondly, he needed an entry point and the cooperation of a detective from within the Special Investigations Division.
On the one hand, it is about updating information, and on the other hand, it is about “cooperation”—writing cooperation means reading it as manipulation, guiding the detective to find the truth and complete the case.
Before coming to the Special Investigations Division, Kirk had completed background checks and identified three targets.
One is Megan Davis, one is Stephen Campbell, and the other is Adrian in front of him.
Now that Megan has been suspended and Stephen is temporarily out of sight, Adrian naturally becomes the most suitable choice at the moment.
Kirk was not ready to admit it, but he was not ready to deny it either.
So, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Kirk carefully studied Adrian's expression, which was innocent but meaningful. "Do I need to know anything?"
Adrian was a beat late to realize that these were the first words spoken by the man in front of him. The whole situation and infinite possibilities collided in his mind, and he stood there stupidly as if struck by lightning, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his temples.
The poor Irishman almost forgot to breathe.
The next second, Adrian grabbed Kirk's arm and rushed towards the interrogation room like a tornado, slamming the door shut.
"Tell me, who are you?"
"This should be the first time we meet officially, Kirk-Hull."
Adrian looked at the right hand stretched out in front of him, so graceful and upright, that he was stuck for a moment.
Kirk's right hand didn't get a response and felt a little lonely, but he didn't mind. He flicked his wrist and like magic, a business card appeared at his fingertips.
Adrian hesitated for a moment, but finally took the business card, took a look at it, and a mouthful of water choked his throat.
"private detective?"
"It's you!"
“It’s you!”
"roll!"
"Get out, get out of here now, you are not welcome in the NYPD."
Adrian felt a severe headache, as if an electric drill was drilling holes in his temple, and the thumping sound was transmitted directly to the nerve endings.
Looking at the burning ginger head in front of him, Kirk was not nervous at all. Instead, he sat down in the interrogation room as if he was the interrogating police officer.
After a long absence, returning to such a space really feels like a fish in water.
"Are you sure?" Kirk said.
Adrian didn't understand.
"I can leave, right now, right now, immediately; but Detective Guzman, who do you think they'll think leaked the information?"
Adrian subconsciously turned around to look at the door of the interrogation room. His previous action was simply like mud falling into his crotch. What should he do now?
"No, I, you..."
Kirk, with an innocent look on his face, leaned back leisurely on the chair, and gently leaned back. The three legs of the chair left the ground and were supported by only one leg. The wobbly look of the chair was as if it was a swing in the backyard of his home.
Adrian felt extremely powerless as he looked at Kirk who was so contented in front of him. It was like a heavy punch hitting cotton, but his surging emotions finally calmed down a little. He felt angry, helpless, anxious and depressed, with mixed feelings surging on his tongue. He tried to regain his sanity but it was not easy.
If the guy in front of him insists that he is the source of the police's inside information, how should he prove his innocence?
Click. Click.
There was a crisp sound in his ears, and Adrian looked over reflexively in the direction of the sound. Then he saw Kirk tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, indicating that he should sit across from him. His persuasive expression seemed to be saying:
Come on, let's think about solutions together.
Every expression and every movement, the calmness and composure that came from knowing everything was planned out, whispered in Adrian's ear like the devil's whisper.
Almost, just a little bit, Adrian almost stepped forward and sat down, but the last bit of his remaining rationality made him step on the brakes.
Adrian took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one roughly into his mouth, and was about to light it, but a surge of anger surged up again.
"Do you know what you are doing? This incident has caused a huge mess for the NYPD. It has caused a huge mess for the whole world."
"Oh, I thought those lives that could no longer breathe were the victims. Now there should be one more?" Kirk continued strolling leisurely.
Adrian choked on his words and couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck!" After thinking for a while, he still felt unsatisfied and cursed again, "Fuck! You're just an asshole."
Kirk smiled instead of getting angry, the corners of his mouth raised in an arc, and the smile slowly flowed from the bottom of his eyes, "Thank you for the compliment."
