A Problem of Altitude

10 MAY 24, 01:00

After the interview the witness had been given a business card and told, if you think of anything at all, even if you think it’s nothing call me. She then let the recruit leave, there is nothing he could do and he had calmed down so that she wasn’t wondering if he might need medical clearance.  

As she walked out of the room she saw Reeves, looking rather dyspeptic. Rather than have this conversation publicly, she instead waved to the other agent.

“Let’s talk for a bit.”

Once they were in a private room, Angelica took the proverbial bull by the horns, “You have issues with what I did?”

Reeves nodded, “You cut me off at the knees and sent me out of the interview room.”

Angelica continued, “You fucked up the interview. From the beginning. Kid was scared shitless and you start throwing around words like charges. You are lucky he didn’t either puke, pass out, or both.”


“So…” Angelica paused taking a few seconds to control her temper, because, no matter how deserved breaking a colleague’s nose is still assault and jail is not a fun place to be. “So… if he’s scared shitless that we’re looking to charge him, when all we have is an AWOL recruit, maybe he clams up, maybe he lawyers up, then we have a delay and in any missing persons cases delays kill missing people.”

“Look I was a cop…”

“So was I you daft bitch. 5 years, I also was a combat engineer and worked with Female Interaction Teams in Afghanistan. You have to learn people in this job, you misread the situation.” There was a pause, then she continued, “Right now we need to get this information back to the office, and start searching, if we’re lucky his buddy will remember stuff.”

“You don’t need to lecture me, I was a Naval Aviator….”

That got a sigh, “Ok, and if I need you to shoot down a Mig, play a very homoerotic volleyball game, or sing a Righteous brothers song at a bar, I’ll let you know, but this takes a different set of skills. Go back to the office, get the information distributed as best we can, and I’ll meet you there. Go.”

Once Angelica was alone she sighed and muttered some rather choice Italian phrases then placed a call to Roe.

She waited for his response on the phone.

“Roe,” was the curt response on the other end.

“It’s Passolini.”

“Oh, hey, sorry,” Roe said, having not looked at the caller ID. “What’s up?”

“The issue with Reeves, I just had to pull her out of an interview because she nearly gave the witness a panic attack, and when I tried to address it I got some real attitude.”  

“Yeah, I’m not shocked,” Roe said, flatly. “You want to bring her back to the police station? I think I’m going to send her back to Virginia and get her reassigned. She’s not mature enough for this unit and I’d be shocked if she made it through probation.”

“You got it, boss.” The conversation ended and Angelica headed out to see Reeves. “C’mon Goose, we’re heading back.”

The drive back was remarkably silent.

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