https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pf9nK9o9ItYThe more you think about it, the more you realize that Amir is the right choice. Guy was a hard ass, sure, but he got the job done and he was clean. More than you can say for yourself. And you’re sure he’ll jump at the chance to deal a blow to the Popov’s, and chances are he has enough pull to get a warrant ready fast. You grab your phone and go into your contacts, eventually finding Amir’s number. You hit call and wait, and after just two rings you hear a rough, gravelly voice speak up: “Hello, this is Captain Carter speaking. Who is this?” Jesus, old Amir finally got the Captains chair. You smile and say “Amir, it’s Roland, remember? Congrats on getting the Captaincy.”
If Amir is happy to hear from you, you can’t tell as he says “Oh. It’s you. What do you want Roland?” You sigh before saying “Well, it’s a long story… To keep it short, I took up a case for this girl, ya know, a private investigator gig, and…” You tell him the bulletpoints, about Jane and how she wanted you to find a missing hooker, how you went to her apartment and ran into a Popov goon, how you got him to spill about where they were keeping her and what they were planning on doing to her. The whole time you tell your little story the Lieutenant is dead silent on the other end. When you finally finish, you ask him if he can help you with this and after a bit too long of a pause, he replies “Alright Roland, I’m overdue for a lunch break. Give me your address and I’ll be down in a bit to take a look at this phone you picked up. It is still unlocked, right?”
You reply in the affirmative and give him your apartments address, and you hear some papers being shuffled around on the other end as Amir says “I’ll be there soon, about 15 minutes. If what you’re telling me is legit then getting a warrant quickly shouldn’t be a problem, the mayor’s been getting assfucked by the media for the rising crime rates for months now and he owes me a favor, he’ll fast track it for sure. But Roland, you better not be pulling my fucking leg on this.” And before you can respond you hear the three beeps telling you that he hung up. Well then, that went about as well as you could have hoped for.
You kill time for a bit, and when you hear a knock on the door you check your watch: 7:48 PM. Seems like the Lieutenant, or rather the Captain, hasn’t lost his punctuality. Good. You open the door and see Amir. You both size each other up for a second, and you note that Amir must be in his late forties or early fifties by now, but he still has an air of gravitas about him. You invite him in, and you swipe some clutter off the couch and offer him a seat. “I’ll stand. Nice place by the way, I’ve seen bunny ranches that were less messy. Where’s this phone you got?”
