Officer Chris Peterson stood outside Chief Greene’s door and inhaled deeply before knocking. He had something for the agenda of the daily bullpen meeting, something of a conflict of interest. He had arrived a little early for his shift to bring it to his police chief’s attention.
Josh is in his office preparing for the A shift meeting. It’s a little easier with the ferry shut down and the island isolated once again. The newest shutdown had created something of a modern tent city but he wasn’t too worried about that because he knew most of them were workers in Adam Brate’s construction company. The largest crime of the last two weeks was the theft of a McLeod bicycle. Just the way he liked the town. A knock sounds and he sits back. “COme in.” he calls as he sips his coffee.
Chris steps in and sees the chief with his coffee “Chief Greene. Good morning. Something came on my radar while I was off duty that I wanted to ask for help investigating. In fact I might have to pass it off because I have a conflict of interest.” He gets right into it, valuing the chief’s time and not wanting to waste it. “Joey Piccolo seems to be back in Alexandra, staying with Daisy Dale. He’s Blaze and Olivia’s biological father. But he’s also been violent to Noelle in the past and when he showed up to try and meet the kids with Daisy on the weekend Iris Page recognized him as a man she’d ended a date with when she got a bad feeling he was taking her outside city limits in Vancouver for what may have been nefarious purposes. Then she read about a woman her age being attacked by a man driving the same type of vehicle that she ran from that Joey was driving. It was a courier delivery truck and if it’s here on the island with him, I’d like to find it and examine it. Or I’d like someone to….I feel like these things are connected. Joey also has a history of violence to women and from what I gather attempted if not fully formed sexualt assaults. That woman in Vancouver was violently raped and then left for dead. And now Joey is living here and wants to suddenly be a dad…..to Noelle and my son….as well as Olivia. And he’s scaring the shit out of my wife and Iris…..I can’t just let it happen.”
Josh drinks a bit more coffee as Chris explains what’s going on. He sighs a couple of times, especially when Joey Piccolo’s name comes up. His brows raise at what seem to be Joey’s actions while he was off of Alexandra. Yet, he can’t help but grin when Chris refers to Blaze as his son. Turning in his seat a bit, he begins typing on the computer. “Joey doesn’t have a record here on Alexandra.” he murmurs as he types. He hits the enter key and looks at the screen for a minute. “And his name isn’t coming up now, which means he’s either terribly misunderstood, or he’s using an alias.” he closes the program and reaches for the sheet he was writing down notes for the morning briefing on. “I think we can get a warrant to search the van, if we find it, on suspicion of an attempted sexual assault on Iris Page.” he blows out a breath, turns back to the computer and starts typing again. “Joey was pretty adamant about NOT being a father when Daisy told him about Olivia, I remember that much. Now, I suppose he could have had a change of heart, but I’m not much for optimism.” he hits a few keys and then looks at Chris. “Where is Olivia now? Still with her mother? Have you contacted the local Social Services?” he sighs softly. “How have Daisy’s parenting skills been? I haven’t seen her around with the girl much since the fog lifted.” he had been overjoyed when they had rejoined the world … until he found out the state of the world they’d returned to.
Chris nods gravely that Joey has no record on Alexandra “I know Sir. Apparently he went by the name Joe in Vancouver but I don’t know if there was a last name associated. I mean Joe can be an any guy name. And as far as she told me, he didn’t threaten or touch Iris, it was a gut feeling. So I don’t know if we can get a warrant on that. But…” A lightbulb goes on in his head and is written in his eyes as they light up “We could get the vehicle on parking or registration requirements right? Or see from that other case in the news...where that was….if it matches the description then we have a warrant to look inside?” He’s hopeful that they have options. His face sours again “Olivia is with her mother but Noelle and I babysit a lot. Daisy is not the best parent unfortunately. I was going to call social services today. Noelle’s been keeping a log of incidents. Daisy has an active social and hook up life so she’s a bit of a barfly. She chooses that over Olivia….and now time with Joey….adult time which we suspect she’d do regardless of whether Olivia could hear them….so we’ll intervene when we can and offer to take her.” He sighs.
Josh nods. “I searched Piccolo, Joe, Joey and Joseph which is his full given name. Nothing on the name. I thought of the parking violations when I applied for the warrant.” he rubs at his chin a bit. “You call social services and now that you’ve told me, I will also file a complaint with them, since I’m a mandatory reporting person also.” he sighs. “With all of the men Adam has working that are mainlanders, there’s a slew of men for her to pick from.” he sounds resigned. “I had hoped for more from Daisy, but that hasn’t worked out. Her stabilizing influence during the fog was Seamus Reinhardt, but that wasn’t a serious relationship, at least from his end.” he sighs and considers. “Didn’t Daisy have a run in with you and Seamus?” he considers. “She wound up in the clinic, or something like that?”
Chris looks mildly relieved the chief is on the same page about the vehicle options “I’ll call them right after this.” He makes a face about the construction workers. It was necessary but also complicated. “Seamus and Iris are really committed and she’s helping him raise his daughter. Daisy didn’t take that well. And I feel like that was a trigger to open up some bigger unchecked stuff in her. I don’t know I'm no shrink. But that confrontation and the clinic. She had a mental health incident. I don’t know to what degree but it was not good.”
Josh shakes his head. “Well, that’ll put her on the Social Service radar also, most likely. I’ll bring it up when I call them.” he makes a note of it and then looks at Chris again. “You’ve done good to tell me about this. And yes, you’re not to have anything to do with this case if it can be avoided.” he folds his hands. “You and Piccolo didn’t really go to school together, btu I am assuming he rubs you the wrong way.” he looks at Chris calmly. “Holding onto that temper of yours?”
Chris nods “He’s younger enough than I am that no...we didn’t go to school together. He was in Noelle and Daisy’s classes. I’ll keep my distance. And I have kept my temper in check. Joey came right to our back deck and I didn’t throw him over it. I’d call that a fuckin miracle. It helped holding Blaze. But yes Sir...I will.” He moves back towards the door to head out “and I'll make that call.” He thumps the door frame as he heads out “Thanks Chief.”
Darcy Lynch is just coming in for her work day with a large travel mug of coffee in her uniform with her APD windbreaker overtop. She clears her throat as she sees Chris “Morning. Getting done with this smoke...I mean I feel worse for the folks down the American coast.” She sets down the travel mug on her desk and then picks up a document left for her by a colleague and skim reads it. As she’s distractedly reaching for her coffee she ends up tipping it right off the desk and it opens and spills in a radius around the floor “Aw shit…..” She runs to grab some paper towels “Watch your step…”
Ryan Yamada is walking in chatting with Michael about his adventures in parenting “So Jay says Daddy I can brush my teeth all by myself….and I trust her to try….come back to the bathroom after stepping out for less than a minute and she’s covered….and I mean covered the bathroom mirror in a layer of toothpaste like a canvas. She’s just sitting in the sink smiling at me like it was her plan all along…” He jump stops at Darcy’s desk as the cup tips over and a puddle of coffee grows from it in all directions “Whoah….morning butterfingers..” He teases as he sidesteps the mess. “Hey Chris...oh sorry you’re on the phone.”
Chris is now holding up a finger with his phone to his ear as he walks away from the bullpen towards the holding cells seeking a tiny bit of quiet to make his call.
Tamela Douglas-Sharp saunters in with Frank right behind Ryan and Michael and comments on the toothpaste story “Yamada….kid’s an artist. Just be glad it was toothpaste.” She snorts and looks back at Frank. “One time when Izzy was smaller we babysat. Thought she was sleeping but as I walked by her room on the way to the bathroom I smelled diaper...like big time diaper. Well she was awake and using her diaper as a palette…..to paint the rungs of the crib. Worst auntie night ever!”
Ryan convulses into his desk chair “Oh GOD……..oh god…” He looks a little queasy at the thought. “Adum didn’t tell me about that one…...oh god…….”
Michael walks in and watches Ryan's reactions. "Ah, kids. I suppose I should be happy I got mine potty trained already." he looks at Ryan, completely amused. "Adum knows better than to share that shit with you .. literally." he makes his way to his desk and sits, checking messages and preparing himself for the day.
Frank laughs at the memory of Izzy's visit. "Artistic children are a mixed blessing." she chortles and passes by Ryan, giving him a pat on the back.
Josh walks in just in time to hear Tam's story. He stands at the front desk and sets his paper on it. "Good morning, kids." he begins. "Time for class to start, if everyone's gone potty already." he looks around and notices that Chris is missing, so he waits.
Ryan had groaned at Michael as he restacked the documents on his desk before turning on his laptop and glancing briefly at his own messages and emails. He glanced back at Frank and chuckled, feeling the back pat and then as Josh began with a potty joke he let out a sigh and twisted his chair so he was facing the chief and ready to hear the day’s priorities.
Darcy was back with paper towels and wiping the floor as she overheard the banter and smiled at it. Then she scooped a sopping mess of paper and coffee into her garbage can and sanitized her hands, mourning her favourite coffee. She could get a cup here at the office but it wasn’t the same. She looked ruefully as she held the now empty cup and then looked up as the meeting began.
Tamela chuckled along with the rest after her success at horrifying Ryan. He was always such an easy target. She started on her paperwork immediately, having some goals in mind as she was walking to work but then paused for the morning meeting like she always did and picked up a pen and notepad. Tamela needed to keep notes and she took good notes to refer back to.
Chris was aware of the time and so he managed to make his call and get back to the bullpen just as he heard Josh’s voice greeting everyone. He steps around the corner into view and nods as he walks to sit on the edge of his own desk and folds his arms.
Michael leaned back in his office chair to listen, casually picking up one of the unsharpened pencils between he and Ryan and chewing on it. It wasn't a habit of his, but sometimes Michael just liked to pile on.
Frank leaned against the copier to listen to the briefing after getting herself a cup of coffee, noting Darcy's mourning of her own.
Sam Wright had been at his desk, working at his computer. He had noted Darcy’s spill and the toddler stories, but quickly finished his task before the Chief began the briefing.
Josh nods as Chris joins them. "Alright now. Today is hopefully going to be a nice slow day." he begins. "Douglas-Sharp, part of your outreach today is going to include checking on the local seniors." he tells Tams. "Dr. McKiney suspects more than one might be lying about how this haze is effecting them to their families and we still have a few living on their own. We're not at close windows levels of cold yet so they may be breathing in this crap." he gances at Chris and then continues. "I just got a warrent to search a white panel van. I seems our old friend Joey Piccolo has come back into town to rekindle his relationship with Daisy Dale and his estranged children. We don't have much cause to search the van, but there is no white panel van registered with the town, so it's in violation and if we find it, I want it searched for evidence on a suspected kidnapping case." he had used very creative writing in his application for the search warrant. "Yamada and Reinhardt, you two check down at the storehouse parking lot. Run every plate down there. May as well make sure Adam Brate's workers are all properly registered."
Ryan had tuned into the briefing but noticed a pencil going into Mike’s mouth. He gritted his teeth and looked back to the chief. He knew a little about Joey Piccolo by reputation, none of it good but had not personal connections. He nodded about checking the plates and picked up the portable tablet with the software they needed to do it. It mounted in the squad cars. Then he shot Mike a look “Are you building a beaver dam Reinhardt?” About the pencil chewing choice.
Darcy had nodded about the seniors and the air quality “It’s bad out there…” she muttered under her breath. She visibly tensed about the news on Joey Piccolo. She had seens Daisy buying men’s clothing, and now she knew why. Joey had terrorized both Vincent and Fiona and she couldn’t help but harbour residual hatred for the guy. She head jutted at Sam after the chief was finished “Can we take a cruiser to the access road? I can think of a few places you could offroad a bit between the trees and stash a vehicle.”
Tamela wrote some notes and then nodded about her assignment “Yes Sir. I’ll make the rounds and shut windows if I have to.” She frowned about Joey and looked between Ryan and Mike and Darcy and Sam after closing her notebook.
Chris nodded vaguely about the seniors. Of course it was important but his mind was on Joey. Then he watched as the van investigation got farmed out. It was killing him not to be on it but he knew why. He was going to sit this one out. He sat down at his desk and started to go through his unfiled reports. He gave a half smile at Ryan’s beaver dam comment. He had seen Mike chewing another one of the precious pencils. Then he resigned himself to a day of data entry and started reading and typing.
Michael listened to the briefing, but when Ryan spoke to him he shrugged. "Nah, just chewing. He took the pencil out of his mouth and, little indentations all over it, offered it to Ryan. "Want it back?" He didn't know this Piccolo either, except by reputation, and he expected that was why he and Ryan were being assigned this part of the task.
Frank watches the others get ready to go on with their day.. She sat in her cubicle with Chris and checked her own workload for the day. They would be staying close in case they were needed, but for them it would probably be an easy day.
Sam looked at Darcy and considered it. "Couldn't hurt. It's on our route If we find anything, we can call in the detectives." he remembered Joey and his troubles with Daisy and even Vincent well and knew Darcy would, too.
Josh watched his people getting set to follow orders. "Keep me informed." he calls after them. "And do not engage Piccolo unless absolutely necessary. He is living with a 3 year old and I don't know what he is capable of now."
Ryan pursed his lips at Michael and then sighed “Oh that one’s yours now. Let’s head out.” and with that he stood up with the tablet and headed for the squad car. In the storehouse parking lot the plate cataloguing was mostly boring searches “Dude’s got some unpaid speeding tickets back in Alberta…” He remarked at one. Then they get to a black Chevy truck with a set of metal testicals hanging below the tailgate as decoration “Overcompensating much?” Ryan scoffs “Ooooh Hunter Tench….your driver’s license is expired.” As if he summoned him, the owner of the truck stormed over.
“Hey…..what’s the problem!” The muscular tanned curly black haired construction worker was immediately defensive.
Ryan looked almost amused “Are you Hunter Tench?” He asked casually.
Then man nodded “Yeah….so what?”
“So your driver’s license has expired Mr. Tench and you can’t legally drive this truck anywhere. Did you buy a parking pass at least?”
Hunter snarled “Aww fuck them...parking pass. That ad said it was all included when I applied for this job..”
Michael grins and slides the pencil away. "Thanks, Ryan." he runs a plate or two of his own and turns when the blackhaired Tench engages Ryan in conversation. He pulled out his own tablet and taps on it a bit. “It was included, but two things. One.” he nods at the front of the car. “That pass would have been given to you for display in your front windshield. And two, did you personally drive this vehicle off of the ferry and onto this island?”
Hunter snorts. “I musta missed that art. It’s in my wallet.” he narrows his eyelids. “And of course I did, you think I fucking pushed it, ass hole?”
Michael maintains his mild demeanor. “Well, that makes sense.” he announces. He pulls out his ticket book. “Driving on an expired license and failure to display your parking permit as required by law.” he writes them out. “You can renew your license at any time after paying your fines, but there’s no real rush, just don’t drive on the island. Next time it will be an arrest.” he smiles. “You have a nice day, sir.”
Darcy looks preoccupied as Sam drives down the access road. She blows out a breath “Joey Piccolo. Hoped we’d never hear his name again to be honest. I saw Daisy in the thrift shop buying men’s clothes….for him I’m assuming. I don’t even know what to think….”
As they pull up to the farm Avery Peterson is in the fields harvesting and giving instructions to a few casual workers who were hired over the summer. She sees a police cruiser and looks at it hopefully and then peers in the window and looks possibly a bit disappointed it’s not her brother Chris. But she gives a wave anyways and then someone asks her a question and she points to a big roughneck bin of assorted squash.
Sam drove slowly on the access road towards the lighthouse. “What I have to wonder is why does he all of a sudden want to play house.” he wonders aloud. “I suppose we should be giving him the benefit of the doubt to have turned over a new leaf but … I can’t imagine it.” he waves at Avery and then the last bit of distance to the lighthouse and even driving around it. They did not come out here very often, as the new proprietor was not fond of visitors. But not seeing anything, Sam parks. “We should ask if the van has been spotted.” he says just before exiting the car.
Darcy waves back to Avery with a small smile “I have no idea about Joey. Maybe he’s homeless and she’s a place to stay? I have a hard time believing he wants the kid. I can’t imagine it either.” She looks at the lighthouse and nods at Sam’s question “Agreed.” As she get out though she notices a set of tire tracks beyond the cruiser “Sam…” She points. They go around the back of the lighthouse. Darcy jogs the path of them beside them but then they don’t lead to a vehicle. “Someone drove in there when it was raining….but out when it was dry…” There’s a bit of extra indentation at the very end but then no backtracks.
The door to the lighthouse opens and the smell of marjuana wafts out around Morgan Wright as he shuffles to the end of the deck “Who’s there?!” He asks nervously.
Sam nods. “Yea, I saw that, too.” he moves up the stairs and approaches his uncle. “Hey Morgan. How are you feeling?” he asks because it’s honestly been a while and he feels a little guilty about that. Unless Anna has been keeping up with her father and just hadn't told him. “Have you seen a white panel van out this way in the last couple of weeks?” he moves on to the business at hand.
Morgan’s eyes brighten a bit at the sigh of Sam “Sam….” He’s very shaky these days and thin, painfully thin. He looks at Sam’s partner “Hello Darby.” Then he has a long think about the question “A white van…...those garden people….no that was a long time ago….the girl on the bicycle…” He sort of smacks his lips.
Darcy frowns momentarily. Morgan had never gotten her name right but he didn’t look so good so she wasn't going to correct him “Hi Morgan….”
Morgan nods slowly “Darjeeling….Sam….would you like some tea. I made tea…...I’m doing well enough to make tea.”
Darcy pulls out her phone and googles white delivery van in an image search and then holds out a picture to Morgan.
He squints at her phone “Oh! We had something like that around here…..just left it right there like I’m a parking lot...came back in the middle of the night…”
Sam looks at Morgan with concern. With almost anyone else, never getting Darcy’s name right could have been amusing. But it was a sign of Morgan’s deterioration. “No, thanks Morgan.” he watches Morgan recognise a white van had been there. “Can you remember exactly when, Morgan? Today’s the 14th…”
Morgan holds onto the railing and thinks “Well...I dunno….maybe a week ago. Has school started for the kids already? It can’t be the 14th already…” He nods “bout a week ago…..hey Sam...how’s your pretty friend with all the hair….?” He smiles. He remembered Kitty.
Darcy is making notes, for what it's worth and looking at the tracks. Smaller tires….She snaps some pictures.
Sam nods. “Yes, it’s the 14th of September.” he can't help but smile. “Kitty’s great, thanks. I’m going back and forth between my place above Alex and hers because everytime I think it might be safe to be around Alex …” he shrugs. “Covid could kill him.”
Morgan frowns “Yes covid...I keep forgetting about that out here.,..you kids take care of each other…..I hope you find that white cat.” He trails off “Darjeeling…” And then he shuffles back towards his door.
Darcy looks up from her notes as Morgan’s door closes and then at Sam “Your uncle is having a hell of a time isn’t he? Do you think he said cat because of Kitty? I feel like there has to be patterns in his brain right?” She flips her notebook closed and starts for the car.
Sam watches Morgan shuffling towards his door and once its closed, he turns to Darcy. “Yes … yes, he is. And I think he meant van but said cat because of Kitty.” he heads for the car. “I don’t know what to do about him. There isn’t a home on the island and he and Anna aren’t as close as they could be. Hell he’s not really close to any of us.” he blows out a breath. “OK … the van was here a week ago. There’s no ferry so it’s still on the island, but where?”
After Hunter Tench was gone there were no more interactions of any note while recording and checking vehicles and Ryan looked a little bored “Maybe we should branch out. Do a sweep. If you wanted to stash a car….where would you put it Mike?” He leans on the cruiser after they’ve exhausted the parking lot and written several citations.
Michael looks around the parking lot once they’re done. “That’s not so easy to hide a car on an island that damn near bans them.” he looks north. “Maybe in the treeline from here to the North woods?” Then he looks south. “But this way you have the gas station, the theatre and the Olin … let’s look behind them first, before we start looking in the trees. That would be a fucked up drive in or out.” he walks along to the gas station and then jogs past it. He turns back in Ryans direction and waves for him to come and join him, then jogs behind the gas station.
Ryan nods at Mike “Yeah maybe…..I dunno man...rent a garage for an arm and a leg and see if someone will hide it?” He follows the directions of the looks and then jogs along too. Behind it they find where Hunter Tench skulked off to as he’s got Brooke Martin up against the wall and the two are getting rather busy “Jesus….get a room…” Ryan exclaims “Literally! You’re a stone's throw from a motel people! Don’t make us arrest you for indecency.”
Brooke giggles “Oh sorry Officers….we’re not indecent...we just couldn’t wait.” Her top is up and one of her breasts is fully out. Hunter’s bare ass is facing them as her tiny skirt barely obscures everything else.
Hunter snorts “Well don’t look then…..fuck this town…” He makes no moves to ….dismount.
Michael is about to open his mouth and tell them to move along. Then he spots a splash of white. The van. He reaches out and pulls Hunter off and out of Brooke. “Get a room. Hers. One of the Olins. Just not here, because this area is about to be crawling with cops in about five minutes. Not that you need five minutes. I’m just saying.” he nods at Ryan. “Lets get the SOC kit out of the car.”
Brooke gives a little gasp like the detective is being rude, differing from her gasps just moments before. She smooths her skirt down and fixes her top and bra “Come on Hunter, let’s go to the Olin.” She is a little curious about the crawling with cops mind you.
Hunter shrugs at the cop and then at Brooke “Fuck whatever. I got off. Didn’t you? Later babe..” And he tucks himself in and zips up and he’s out of there.
Brooke stares after him “Are you fucking kidding me?” Then with a huff she walks off in the other direction.
Ryan was barely paying attention to Brooke and Hunter after he looks where Mike did and also sees the van. He gives them an almost annoyed wave off “Clear out….” And then he goes for the kit “Talk about low standards...both of them.” He snarks but then he’s keen to dig into the investigation. First he radios in that they’ve found the van “Tell Chief Greene Christmas came early?” He lightly jokes before signing off and heading towards the van with Mike and the kit.
Michael brings their car around to the crime scene. In less than ten minutes the place is, for Alexandra, swarming with cops. Four officers cordon off the area and then spread out to canvas the area. Michael and Ryan start by dusting the van outside and then inside for fingerprints. They are thorough. “I’ll take the back of the van in case the luminol freaks you out too much.” he half teases his partner. You take the front seats.”
Ryan gloves up and smiles at Mike “Thanks...you’re a pal.” He shoots back. He begins by going through the glove box but there’s nothing much in it. Some napkins and pizza menus and a couple of pens and an old mapbook of Vancouver “No registration in here….” He shuts it and begins feeling around the seat cushions with a small frown. He looks under the seat and feels around and then pulls up the passenger side footmat and finds two pieces of paper “Oh….this could be something….a receipt…..for eye makeup remover, lipstick, makeup remover pads, mascara and box of Tampax tampons.” He bags the first paper. “Dated February 21st…” Then he unfolds the second paper and lets out an audible breath “This looks like a pay stub...Alyssa Cavell Apartment 6, 3212 West 37th Street, Vancouver. As of this stub on February 15th she was working for The Old Spaghetti Factory is Gastown. I wonder if she still works there? No phone number but we can get that…” He bags the pay stub. “Anything back there Mike?”
Michael is in the back dusting what appears to be every bit of the back of the van. He lifts every fingerprint he can and begins to catalogue it. “Prints, glorious prints.” he declares. “I just don’t know whose, but this is a delivery van so who knows. Best to run them all anyway.” he looks towards the passenger side. “Dust the whole passengers side seat and dash … maybe Alyssa’s prints are still here.” it was a long shot, but you never knew. He looks carefully at the floor of the van, but can’t see anything that looks like blood. “There’s no ferry, or I’d be tempted to clean it up and leave it so he doesn’t know we were ever here. But he’ll find out, I bet.” he turns and head sout of the back of the van and sees Brooke, as well as several others watching them. “Hey Brooke.” he calls. “Come here a minute.” he motions her over.
Ryan nods and starts dusting but the front it pretty clean. There’s a partial on one of the seats though and miraculously a few up under the passenger visor where there’s a motor on that side. “Here we go…” He hears Mike call Brooke over and is curious as to why but keeps working.
Brooke flips her hair and flirts with another construction worker “See, even Alexandra’s finest like me…” She sashays over and croons “How can I help you Officer Reinhardt?” She stands coyly looking into the van at him.
Michael smiles at Brooke all friendly like. “Whose van is this?” he asks. “It looks like a party machine to me. But no plates.” he’d already noticed that part.
Brooke pushes out her chest a bit and smiles slyly “Why Officer….do you like to party? Betcha a big guy like you is a lotta fun.” She bites her lip and looks at the van “He’s a friend of mine. Not supposed to tell though…” She shakes her head and then mimes zipping her lip.
Ryan is pausing in his dusting and making a horrified face at Brooke hitting on Mike. He knows his partner can hold his own but he’s also resisting the temptation to record all of it for Stephanie and just let her give Brooke a piece of her mind sometime later for hitting on her husband. But if Brooke had been in contact with Joey and Mike could flirt it out of her hey as long as she stayed in her corner….
Michael smiles at Brooke. “You have no idea.” he tells her. “But seriously whose van is it? I’d do almost anything to know.” he licks his lips for good measure.
Brooke pouts her lips and makes the slightest little moaning sound at Officer Reinhardt. He was so big and muscular. She bet he was big in other happy ways too. “Goodness Officer…..you sure know how to get into a girl’s head. His name’s Joey. He’s been away but he’s back now. We fuck sometimes...but to tell you a secret….I think you’d be more fun in the sack.” Now she makes like she’s about to crawl into the back of the van and there’s an eep from the front seat.
Ryan pops his head up “I’m right here….Jesus…”
Brooke eyes Ryan now “Ooooh a two for one. You boys can just make a little Brooke sandwich!”
Michael binks slightly as Brooke begins crawling into the crime scene. Ryan also protests, but that’s kinda funny to him. “Joey Piccolo?” he asks her. And I’m going to have to ask you to not crawl all over my crime scene. Thanks.” he is still being pleasant and even slightly flirtatious. He only needs that last name and he can go sanitize … everything.
Ryan makes a face at Brooke like he may never look at a sandwich again the same way or eat for the day. But he hears Mike’s question and they do need the confirmation.
“Joey Piccolo.” She looks down the edge of the van as her foot was about to land on it. She had kicked it high enough up to step in that she hoped the nice beefy redhead could see she still had no panties on. “Maybe I’ll be an open faced sandwich just for you…...I’m very saucy already.”
Ryan makes a noise like he’s throwing up a little in his mouth behind Mike.
Michael sighs. At least he got confirmation, and the unwelcome additional view under her skirt. He holds up his left hand, showing off his wedding ring, although he would give good money on the bet that Brooke had seen it just fine. “No. I just pulled one guy literally out of you and I think your new man over there is waiting his turn. Besides, if you touch me, it means I’d have to arrest my wife for assaulting you and that means no sex until I can get her bailed out. That's just not how our marriage works. Have a nice day Miss Martin.” he looks at Ryan. “You can’t puke on the crime scene, buddy.”
Brooke backs off and drops her foot to the ground “Well you don’t know what you're missing and neither does she…” meaning the wife. Brooke shakes her head around and turns on her heel and walks off. A moment later the other construction worker follows her at a rapid catch up pace.
Ryan blows out a breath “The things you do for this job….holy shit. She is one piece of work and not at all appealing...not that I have eyes for anyone but India but talk about a walking disease. I mean I know she was with Covid but shall we take bets on the number of STI’s? OK, so it’s Joey’s van…”
Michael watches Brook go and then looks at Ryan. “Yes, I’m missing several rounds of antibiotics on the luckiest day with her.” he shudders and nods. “Yup it’s Joey’s van. Now we go run the fingerprints, check out that receipt .. you know .. detective stuff.”
Ryan nodded looking relieved they had a lead on it all, and that Brooke was gone from sight. “Detective stuff. I like detective stuff.”
Back at the police station, Chris Peterson was on a break from his paperwork but still at his computer, filling out an online application to become a foster parent. He had texted Noelle the link and she was doing the same thing at home. If they were reporting Daisy and potentially arresting Joey...Olivia needed a safe place to land.
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