The new detective had taken over from the guy who'd fucked it up the first time around. That almost never happened but the initial reports may as well have said, "we're in the wrong profession, we should be out there selling hot dogs." It was bad enough that they took the old detective, Patterson, off the case and assigned it to O'Reilly. And now that they were going over it again, properly but maybe too late, this leak comes up. Ned O'Reilly wiped a palm over his face. "What did I do to deserve this?" he muttered.
"What was that?" a forensics tech nearby asked him.
"Nothing. You guys figure out how bad the contamination is in here?"
"Might not be as bad as we first thought. First responders never came up. We had uniforms and the superintendent in here, and Patterson, but it doesn't look like they did much more than walk from the door to the window."
"Good."
Witness statements indicated a scream was heard, the first officer on the scene noted the door was ajar and the superintendent didn't need his master key to let them in. Patterson then casually filed it as a suicide. The idiot. But now some podcast was telling the world. O'Reilly raised the walkie and spoke into it, "Who can send me a link to this podcast? I want it yesterday."
"What was that?" a forensics tech nearby asked him.
"Nothing. You guys figure out how bad the contamination is in here?"
"Might not be as bad as we first thought. First responders never came up. We had uniforms and the superintendent in here, and Patterson, but it doesn't look like they did much more than walk from the door to the window."
"Good."
Witness statements indicated a scream was heard, the first officer on the scene noted the door was ajar and the superintendent didn't need his master key to let them in. Patterson then casually filed it as a suicide. The idiot. But now some podcast was telling the world. O'Reilly raised the walkie and spoke into it, "Who can send me a link to this podcast? I want it yesterday."
