The receptionist at the desk, a young man, looked up and checked over the paperwork. Everything was in order. He typed the case number into the computer and found the detective assigned (previously) to the case.
”Detective Guerro,” he said, handing the forms back to Detective Vega. ”I can take you to her desk. I believe the captain informed her to get the files of the case ready for you. Please follow me detectives.”
He led the men into the bullpen. Detectives worked at various desks on whatever cases they had been assigned. Guerro’s desk faced away from the entrance, so her back was facing the men as they entered. Beneath the dark suit, it was easy to see her shoulders were tense. Her hair was tied in a pony tail.
”Detective Guerro, the detectives from Domovoi are here,” he said.
Marisol turned around in her chair and stood, seeing the two men. She thanked the receptionist who dismissed himself to go back to his desk. Marisol looked over the two men. One she recognized. She had met Dorian Vega when they had both responded to a death outside of a movie theater. It was then Marisol had learned of humanoid creatures that could manipulate emotions. Poor Rachel Shale. Marisol hoped she was healing okay. The other detective was a tall man - a good head taller than Marisol herself and younger than Dorian was. Marisol wondered why the two of them had come here to pick up the file. Perhaps they just hadn’t wanted to come alone.
Marisol gave them a smile - a genuine one. She was, after all, a team player. The case was in their purview even if she was frustrated that it was being taken away. Perhaps it was moreso the case was a puzzle she couldn’t solve that irked her so much. Marisol had always wanted to prove herself in a world that still seemed more dominated by men.
”Detective Vega,” she said, offering her hand to the older detective. ”It is good to see you again.” she then turned to the younger man, offering a hand to him in turn. ”Marisol Guerro,” she introduced herself and allowed him to do the same.
She gathered herself before continuing on, speaking to both men. ”I have everything here: photographs, witness statements, the toxicology and coroner’s reports, as well as physical evidence. You should find everything in order.” she hadn’t taken the vindictive nature of just throwing everything into a box for them to sort out. Everything was well organized.
”Detective Guerro,” he said, handing the forms back to Detective Vega. ”I can take you to her desk. I believe the captain informed her to get the files of the case ready for you. Please follow me detectives.”
He led the men into the bullpen. Detectives worked at various desks on whatever cases they had been assigned. Guerro’s desk faced away from the entrance, so her back was facing the men as they entered. Beneath the dark suit, it was easy to see her shoulders were tense. Her hair was tied in a pony tail.
”Detective Guerro, the detectives from Domovoi are here,” he said.
Marisol turned around in her chair and stood, seeing the two men. She thanked the receptionist who dismissed himself to go back to his desk. Marisol looked over the two men. One she recognized. She had met Dorian Vega when they had both responded to a death outside of a movie theater. It was then Marisol had learned of humanoid creatures that could manipulate emotions. Poor Rachel Shale. Marisol hoped she was healing okay. The other detective was a tall man - a good head taller than Marisol herself and younger than Dorian was. Marisol wondered why the two of them had come here to pick up the file. Perhaps they just hadn’t wanted to come alone.
Marisol gave them a smile - a genuine one. She was, after all, a team player. The case was in their purview even if she was frustrated that it was being taken away. Perhaps it was moreso the case was a puzzle she couldn’t solve that irked her so much. Marisol had always wanted to prove herself in a world that still seemed more dominated by men.
”Detective Vega,” she said, offering her hand to the older detective. ”It is good to see you again.” she then turned to the younger man, offering a hand to him in turn. ”Marisol Guerro,” she introduced herself and allowed him to do the same.
She gathered herself before continuing on, speaking to both men. ”I have everything here: photographs, witness statements, the toxicology and coroner’s reports, as well as physical evidence. You should find everything in order.” she hadn’t taken the vindictive nature of just throwing everything into a box for them to sort out. Everything was well organized.