Post by Ling on Apr 1, 2017 11:55:49 GMT -6
She was getting nowhere with this investigation.
In irritation, Ling shoved herself backwards from her desk, the one squeaky wheel on her office chair setting her teeth on edge. It was an uncharacteristic emotion for the freckled woman, but then again, very few things irritated her to this degree.
Her sister-slash-investigative partner gave a sympathetic tut from her desk. She was working a different case, as Ling had absolutely refused to allow her anywhere near her old crew. She didn't want to involve her family then, and she certainly didn't want to now. It wasn't so much that she distrusted her old crew, but rather there was no need to tarnish their otherwise stellar reputations. If she went down, Spirits forbid, she would go down alone.
The bleak office exterior provided her with little comfort. She paced restlessly in front of her desk, the photo of her now-deceased cohort staring back at her in judgement. The lead she had been given by the gang had panned out into nothing; the informant at the diner had already told the police all he knew and had nothing more to add. She was certain it wasn't a bluff; the young man had threadbare clothes and turned down her rather sizeable offer of yuans if he had more information.
Detective Xiaolong's business card burned in her coat pocket. She glanced at her coat, hanging so innocently on the rack. Mei-zhen gave her a knowing Look that said, 'just call him already'.
With another irritated sigh, Ling stomped over to her coat, fished out the card, and stomped back to her desk. She gave the operator the number and the RCPD HQ secretary patched her through to Xioalong's desk.
"Good Morning, Detective," she said with a chipperness she did not feel. "This is Ling Yao, we met the other day?"
In irritation, Ling shoved herself backwards from her desk, the one squeaky wheel on her office chair setting her teeth on edge. It was an uncharacteristic emotion for the freckled woman, but then again, very few things irritated her to this degree.
Her sister-slash-investigative partner gave a sympathetic tut from her desk. She was working a different case, as Ling had absolutely refused to allow her anywhere near her old crew. She didn't want to involve her family then, and she certainly didn't want to now. It wasn't so much that she distrusted her old crew, but rather there was no need to tarnish their otherwise stellar reputations. If she went down, Spirits forbid, she would go down alone.
The bleak office exterior provided her with little comfort. She paced restlessly in front of her desk, the photo of her now-deceased cohort staring back at her in judgement. The lead she had been given by the gang had panned out into nothing; the informant at the diner had already told the police all he knew and had nothing more to add. She was certain it wasn't a bluff; the young man had threadbare clothes and turned down her rather sizeable offer of yuans if he had more information.
Detective Xiaolong's business card burned in her coat pocket. She glanced at her coat, hanging so innocently on the rack. Mei-zhen gave her a knowing Look that said, 'just call him already'.
With another irritated sigh, Ling stomped over to her coat, fished out the card, and stomped back to her desk. She gave the operator the number and the RCPD HQ secretary patched her through to Xioalong's desk.
"Good Morning, Detective," she said with a chipperness she did not feel. "This is Ling Yao, we met the other day?"