So mote it be. I'm good with it. The only unalterable detail is the fact that de Leon got caught by SOME "supercop!" and the Pinnafarina was sold later at DEA auction to the future Joseph Corcoran.
Senior Detective Robert Kane examined the ground for random trace evidence. Ever since the Goop hit, everything had become a potential murder weapon.... even moreso than human ingenuity had allowed for in hte centuries previously.
"Horatio!" One of his subordinates called.
Robert despised the show that had saddled him with that nickname. He knelt and picked up the shell casing he found with his evidence tweezers. Focused on his task he spoke without turning his head. "You know I hate that nickname, Mendoza." He stood slowly, and made sure that there were no more casings that he or his techs hadn't found. "Regardless of the hypercompetent reputation I get with that name, I still sometimes need weeks to catch crooks, and not every case ends with something exploding by the airport."
He lifted his head and pulled his sunglasses off as he ppered at the manufacturer's marks on the casing. "However, it appears that de Leon's boys are back in Miami."
Mendoza shifted uncomfortably. "I'll make sure we're stocked with catgirl restraints," he said. After all, suicide was technically a crime and as police it was their duty to prevent crimes where possible.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Senior Detective Robert Kane examined the ground for random trace evidence. Ever since the Goop hit, everything had become a potential murder weapon.... even moreso than human ingenuity had allowed for in hte centuries previously.
"Horatio!" One of his subordinates called.
Robert despised the show that had saddled him with that nickname. He knelt and picked up the shell casing he found with his evidence tweezers. Focused on his task he spoke without turning his head. "You know I hate that nickname, Mendoza." He stood slowly, and made sure that there were no more casings that he or his techs hadn't found. "Regardless of the hypercompetent reputation I get with that name, I still sometimes need weeks to catch crooks, and not every case ends with something exploding by the airport."
He lifted his head and pulled his sunglasses off as he ppered at the manufacturer's marks on the casing. "However, it appears that de Leon's boys are back in Miami."
Mendoza shifted uncomfortably. "I'll make sure we're stocked with catgirl restraints," he said. After all, suicide was technically a crime and as police it was their duty to prevent crimes where possible.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll