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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 5:19 pm
 Sheila Locklear
Sheila walked into the room and took a deep breath, clearing her mind before she began. "Officer Samuel Brown was found dead in the train yards, murdered to be more precise. The chief has called in some favors and Hoover will be sending down some of his boys. From here on out it is war, they criminals have killed their last honest man. They called the tune and now, it is time to pay the piper. The little 'truce' is over." Once she finished she dropped dossiers on the table on the leaders of the various factions Chinese, Spanish, German, Italian and Irish. "Does anyone have any questions, comments or anything they would like to add?" As she scanned the faces she saw various reactions lethargy, eagerness, blood lust, nervousness and more. Sheila new some of these cops were on the take and now would be the moment of truth to see on which side they would choose to stand.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 6:47 pm
 Johnathan Hartman There wasn't much more to say. The cards were laid on the table and we had accept what was dealt. It was time for war and we all had to keep our heads cool. This wasn't just a gang of hoodlums we were going after. They were soldiers packing some impressive hardware, spies that had eyes everywhere, and assassins that had a dagger in every shadow. There was only one question in my mind: Where to start? German immigrant hot spots. Follow up on my hunch. Find out who killed Sam. Once I had that thread, I just had to keep tugging until the whole thing fell apart. And with that, there wasn't much more to say.
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:30 pm
Sheila Locklear
"If no one has anything to add, this meeting is adjourned." Sheila left the folders on the table for the men to take and left the room to go to her duties. Receiving telephone and radio messages, as well as keeping all the files in order.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:10 pm
Sheila Locklear It had been a week since officer Samuel Brown's funeral, his wife had moved back East to live with her ma in New York most of the officers were back into their routine the hard bite of his murder had worn off, and with it so did the fervor to find his killer. Part of her wished that Mrs. Brown had stayed to remind the boys the extent of the loss but with a third little one on the way she new the woman had precious few choices and moving back to her family made the most sense. As she sat at her desk she typed out reports and posted bulletins trying to think of what else she could do to light a fire under this towns 'law enforcement' she wanted there to be a change but she did not know ow to get it.
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 2:29 pm
Johnathan Hartman Shreck. I was going to need to pull some files and see exactly what kind of record he had, if he had one. If not, going to a burlesque house may not be against the law, but I'm sure he could tell me it was a good place to get a drink if I so asked. That might get me some leverage on him. Shreck, German descent. Most flock together due to the backlash from the war with the Kaiser. Could be a low time mobster. Might be able to turn him informant and ask about Brown. Could be a start, but I would need to do some digging to see if he could even be expose you the German gangs. Walking into the station I took off my hat, "Hey Sheila, could you do me a favour and pull up anything on a guy named Gerulf Schreck? I'll be in my office if you find anything."
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 3:04 pm
Sheila Locklear Sheila nodded to his request looked like she would be going down to the record closet once more. "Gerulf Shreck" she said under her breath as she thumbed through the records she did not manage to get much. A few reports of fighting, an address at the Agincourt apartments and an address for a business he started. Not much to go one aside for a few notes about him talking to the Irish, Italians, Germans and even the Chinese alike but nothing solid.. Sheila knocked on the Hartman's door. The few slim folders and few photos she hoped would he she knew he was working multiple cases a wondered which one this information was for. He seemed to be one of the few honest cops.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 7:36 pm
Johnathan Hartman Pictures and pages were scattered across my desk like the leaves in fall. Only bits and pieces of each were important to me. Each one dealing with a case I had, with this most recent mess being attributed to the investigation into the Brown and Hayes murders. Hopefully I could get a fresh lead with whatever Sheila could find, and with any luck get two birds with one stone. My thoughts were drifting back to Ms.Walters and her... cigarette case. Back to her dress, and the legs that were beneath. Just as I was leaning back in my chair a knock at the door dropped me back into this world. I opened it and saw Sheila with a slim folder in her hand. "So I see you found something, not too much but much better than nothing. Maybe they should make you a detective instead of me."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 7:43 pm
Sheila Locklear "Alsoi I could not seem to locate the file but about a year back a woman whose name was only labeled as 'Amber' was struck and killed by a car. She was the one who set up that 'Rising Phoenix' place. Seems your man was questioned in that death but that is all I remember. I will let you know if I locate the file that seems to have been misfiled. Is there anything else I can do for you detective?" Shelia asked Hartman. Shelia had slurred the word misfiled, it was her sarcasm acting up again. She doubted it was misfiled although she hoped that was the case. The more likely story was that the right palm was greased and it just grew wings and flew away one fine evening. It was the sort of thing that was known to happen in this town, and other towns like it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 7:11 pm
Johnathan Hartman "Well, if you could shine my shoes, press my suit, solve all crime in the city, put me in a nice early retirement getting one thousand dollars a month, and make sure I never look a day over thirty, that'd be great," I took the small file and sat down with a sly smile on my face. I placed the small file on my desk and turn my attention back to Sheila. "However, before you get to that, how about we just start with a cup of coffee?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 7:15 pm
Sheila Locklear Sheila smirked "I will get you the pot, me I drink tea. I never could develop a taste for tar." She added as she left the room to get the detective his coffee. She knew her job was to manage papers and get the coffee, like a good little secretary. She did her job and she said little but Hartman was one of the few detectives she did not wish to punch straight in the teeth. He was chiding sure enough, but at least he was playful and not simply derisive like several of the others.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 7:47 pm
Sheila Locklear Coming back a few moments later she placed a pot of coffee on Hartman's desk and a mug already filled. "The cream and milk seem to be gone so I hope you like it black.." Sheila said with a sigh seems however used it last didn't think to say anything to me or any of the other girls. "But, while making the coffee I did find one last piece of information." Sheila held out a small scrap of paper its Shrek's room number at the Agincourt hotel and the address of his appliance shop down town. Be careful he seems to be....well a bit mad, if I read the reports right. Or at least he doesn't react normally to police like most do."
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:49 pm
Johnathan Hartman I my line of work, no one reacts well to me. It either means they're under arrest and they panic sometimes hurting others or themselves, or that a loved one or someone they knew is dead and everyone knows how well that goes over. "That's perfectly fine Sheila, thank you. Did half my job for me and I got a coffee out of it." Coffee was coffee either way, having it black just meant more bite. Whatever keeps you going though. Right now I needed to think of some sort of plan for this Shrek guy. Maybe a tough guy act or just keep it cool, I still wasn't sure.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:53 pm
Sheila Locklear "Well, good luck and as always be smart. Hero's end up with flag draped coffins." She said simply as she went back to her desk, rows of filing cabinets, paper work and police bulletins.
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