yeah.”
“ Damn it, Peewee. You have to be careful. You always go in with a good cover story and you never go in when you know it's too hot. These assholes weren’t kidding about putting us behind bars. If they catch you, you could be looking at jail time.” She came down on him like an angry mother catching her son tugging his dick in public for the first time.“ I’m guessing Klecko is running the show right now ?”
He mumbled with his head down to the floor. “ Yes. “
She shook her head at the situation. “ We should have come in disguise and in a different car! ”
“ What’s wrong with what we’re wearing ?” He objected.
Karen didn’t need to answer that question, she was dressed in leather pants and a leather jacket, he wore his tore jeans and the 'Have a nice day' smiley face black t-shirt, they looked like the 21 jump street rejects. “ We need to get closer, there isn‘t that many cops outside patrolling the yard , maybe we could sneak in.” she slumped forward in her seat tapping her fingers on the dashboard, thinking of a way to get closer to the crime scene, just to get a glimpse in what they were dealing with and not be seen. “Turn on the radio, let’s see what we’re picking up.” She gave him a nudge.
The radio crackled to life, they waited for a few seconds until they got some activity. “ We’ve found a new trail of blood,… it looks like it leads down to the basement… we’re checking it out…. Klecko is upstairs viewing the kids dead bodies.”
Peewee stuck his finger in his mouth as Klecko was mentioned. “ Biggest asshole…”
Karen hushed him up, she wanted to hear what they found. “ You think his wife was cheating on him,” She spoke after a few seconds of silence. “ makes sense for the killing, father didn’t want to lose the kids, lost his marbles when his perfect life around him collapsed?”
Peewee wasn’t sure if he should answer her, she had told him to hush up. “ Are you talking to me?” She flipped him the finger. “ So, you are. I doubt it. Guy doesn‘t fit the profile of a hot head or even have that side of him.”
“ When was this called in? “
“ five to six hours ago, neighbors heard gun fire, cops report to the scene, find no one alive, missing father. I dug up everything I could before picking you up, it was rushed, but I dug up what I could.” Karen patted him on the shoulder for the great hustle, he wiggled in his seat from the boost of confidences. He felt a tad emotional, here they were again, just like old times sitting inside the car, chasing down whatever they could through the midnight hours. “ I’m glad you’re here, I really did miss you.”
Karen winked at him. “ Me too, buddy.”
“ All units, report... I think I found the body, the blood leads into a back wall, there's like another fucking room in this place…….”
Gunfire exploded through the radio and the night sky. The onlookers screamed and ran away from the scene heading into near by houses like a bat out of hell, the officers guarding the scene pushed people away to find safety for their own hides. “ Holy shit! “ Peewee yelled and ducked out of instinct. “ Should we call for help ?” He stuttered, this was his first actual shootout, but he couldn’t understand how calmly Karen stood in her seat, not flinching for a second.
Seconds later a bloody drenched man came running from the front porch of the house holding his fist into a gaping wound from the bottom of his jaw. “ What the hell..?” Karen looked on amazed, tapping her foot
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