Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 004 Steel Wire Rope
Kirk said, "Thanks for the compliment."
Adrian gave Kirk the middle finger.
“Haha.” Kirk chuckled. “Detective Adrian, no one cares about these homeless people. They are displaced, they have no relatives or friends, they are just abandoned and forgotten, no one cares whether they live or die, but they are still lives, and their deaths should be seen.”
Adrian rolled his eyes. "You mean, you care? Because you care, you involve the Times, and the entire police department; because you care, this private investigator works for free to uphold justice, right? Just like Dexter Morgan."
Sharp, pointed——
Adrian also fought back.
Kirk didn't mind, and put his hands behind his head as if he was sunbathing. "Detective, if you are willing to do your job, it won't be my turn, what do you think?"
Adrian's breath was stuck in his chest. Looking at Kirk's deep blue eyes, which were lazy, playful, relaxed but full of mockery, he couldn't help but feel guilty and lowered his eyes in a hurry to look away.
Adrian's mind told him that he should turn around and leave, he should stop there, and he should not continue to get entangled with this guy.
He turned around and was about to take a step forward, but then he paused and turned back.
Angry. I couldn't hold back my anger, but I was also filled with helplessness.
"You think we don't want to continue investigating?"
"But now the entire NYPD is under budgetary pressure and overtime pay is being cut from top to bottom, including surveillance time, daily case handling time, etc., which are all restricted. Even if the work is completed and overtime pay is applied for, the paperwork is just a pile of waste paper and the overtime pay is never paid."
"What should we do?"
Adrian knew he should brake, a voice in his head yelling "Shut up, shut up"; but the words kept coming out, and as they spoke, it was like a floodgate opened, suppressed for too long to be controlled anymore.
From an outsider's perspective, why doesn't the police union speak out?
The reason is simple. This is a problem of the entire city's budget. The struggle between different departments and different links has caused a lot of controversy and complaints in recent years, so much so that the mayor has to rob Peter to pay Paul to seek a balance. Although the police union has filed a complaint through formal procedures, the budget issue involves a wide range of interests and cannot be resolved in a short time.
Of course, overtime pay will not disappear, it just needs to be postponed, from one month to two months, and until now, it has not been implemented.
A small gap led to a complete collapse in front of a stranger who could not distinguish between friend and foe.
But perhaps, precisely because we are strangers, some words are easier to say.
"But the really sad thing is that I can't lose this job."
"Mr. Holmes, I just bought a house. What will happen to the mortgage if I lose my job? Marianna will kill me. I don't want to lose my house, and I don't want to lose my new barbecue grill."
"Grass."
"Fuck! Damn it!"
"Even if we continue investigating now, there are only seven bodies and piles of garbage. There is no evidence that can be used. Without clues, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It is impossible to solve the case."
"What do you think will happen then?"
The more he talked, the angrier he became, and the more excited he became, as if Adrian was holding a ball of fire.
Kirk, show no weakness.
He leaned forward, landing the chair back on all fours, and slapped the tabletop hard with his left hand.
"So, that's all? That's your point?"
“These are murders.”
"Did you hear that? Murder!"
"Even though they were homeless, it was still murder, and the NYPD let those murderers get away with it, gloating over the stupidity and laziness of the police."
"What's the truth?"
"What about justice?"
Looking at Kirk in front of him, Adrian fell into a painful struggle and contradiction, barely squeezing out a trace of remaining rationality from the predicament.
"So you're going to involve the media?"
Kirk didn't get angry but laughed out loud.
"Ah."
“Is the focus now on the media?”
"Wake up, Detective Adrian."
"You should have seen how Stephen struggled and suffered alone."
"A home invasion, a quadruple murder, a family of four brutally murdered, two children, and he was the only one investigating."
"reason?"
"Overtime pay! Your boss Gallagher has transferred all the staff to other cases, leaving only Stephen alone..."
Generally speaking, when investigating a case or going on a mission, the police station often sends two or more police officers as partners to take care of and help each other. But now, Gallagher used the tight budget as an excuse to have one detective in charge of the case investigation. This was really too outrageous and extraordinary, but no one could change his decision.
Adrian managed to find his voice amid the storm, "It's all their fault."
"God damn it, of course it's their fault." But in the blink of an eye, he was swallowed up by Kirk's momentum again, "Should Stephen be glad that he doesn't need to take the subway to investigate?"
"Let me tell you, Gallagher doesn't care about serial killers or how many people died. He only cares about whether he can get promoted and rise to prominence after the election this year."
"Maybe they just need a slap in the face from The Times to wake up."
Looking at Kirk in front of him, Adrian fell into a painful struggle and contradiction, "God, you are a lunatic."
Kirk sat up again, leaning lazily against the back of his chair, his face calm and composed, "Am I the one who is crazy, or is this world?"
Adrian was stunned.
Thoughts were surging in my mind. Words were on the tip of my tongue several times but were pulled back by a deep feeling of powerlessness. Finally, my shoulders drooped weakly.
It's hard to describe the feeling accurately. It's like standing on a tightrope, with a cliff in front and a steep cliff behind. Then you're trapped in the middle, unable to move forward or backward. Looking around, you're trapped in a helpless situation, and any step you take would be a disaster.
What should he do?
At this moment, Adrian noticed that he had a cigarette in his mouth but never lit it. He took out his lighter, but it seemed to be broken and it wouldn't light up no matter how hard he tried. "I... I don't want to have anything to do with this. I don't know, I don't know anything, and we haven't met."
Snapped.
The lighter in front of him lit up a flame. Adrian raised his head and saw Kirk's eyes behind the flame.
Kirk raised his lighter and lit Adrian's cigarette, "At the end of the day, this is our life, we need to make choices and be responsible for each choice, right, Detective Adrian?"
Adrian took a long puff of the cigarette but didn't have time to exhale. He staggered a little and just wanted to leave .
Turning around, Adrian was about to leave the interrogation room, but -
Can't open.
"Haha," Kirk laughed mercilessly.
Adrian rolled his eyes speechlessly, took out his cell phone, and dialed the extension number outside, "It's me, Adrian, I'm locked in the interrogation room."
"Interrogation room? Haha, hahahaha..."
"Get lost, this is not funny, let me out."
"Okay, I'll be right there, hahaha."
Adrian hung up the phone in frustration. He always felt that he should just storm out and slam the door to end it, but now, all his momentum was gone.
Without turning around, Adrian could imagine the smile on Kirk's face, "Shut up!"
Snapped!
Without waiting too long, the door of the interrogation room was immediately opened, and a head popped out. It looked around the tense interrogation room, revealed a hint of surprise, and greeted in a friendly and familiar manner.
"Hey, man, why did you come here without telling me?"
Adrian rolled his eyes, feeling very disappointed with his friend. "Stephen, wake up! Wake up, or you will be sold out by others. Why are you still helping count the money?"
Stephen's face was full of confusion. "Who? Who counts the money?"
However!
Before the conversation could continue, a storm of disbelief erupted in the police office behind them.
"who!"
There was a loud bang, shocking everything.
"Who did this bullshit?"
