>>5751328Yes. It was happening. In a spray of glass shards, a cloak of city effluvia like all the best streethearts and asphalt souls, it was h a p p e n i n g. Chien got to his feet, rising, standing, authority refracting in a rainbow sprawl off of the glass shards dusting his suit, plush carpet beneath his feet, crinkling with the crooked reflections of himself, all odd angles, assured, suave, with it, on the case - yes - Chien de Guerre may have vaulted the window but somewhere out there a crime was happening and here was Detectiguerre to solve the case. You could bank on that. The thin line between crime and time in the slammer, a mirrorglass facade.
Finally.
He was the Cool Detective.
Log it. Evidence #1. A 3.7 cm jagged glass shard lodged in his shoulder. Minor bleeding. Incredible pain.
Conclusion: First National was being robbed. The perps? They came from the outside. Ah, but too easy: First National, a nation of capital, and capital accrued, compounded, like crime - it grew when left alone, an interesting interest. But you couldn’t leave fiscal finesse to fester and boil over to monetary marauding in a bank not equipped for the task. That’s the clue.
Why wouldn’t a bank protecting its wealth use shatterproof glass? Cost. Ah, but who set cost? Requisitions and Budget - and Budget? Just another word for cash. Cash flow. And the cash would flow, out through the holes in this bank. Which it shouldn’t, but was, so therefore, inescapable: Someone in Budgets was skimping on security measures and compensating with half trained HCPD dropouts. Men were cheap where metal required upfront payment for contractors. And who worked with contractors?
Inescapable, again. The mob connection. Rob’s construction.
The detective smiles. Crime was everywhere if you know where to leap. Casing the case. Like Aristotle. Levers and leverage, all long lines of material leading to the iron maws of the justice system. Find the right piece of evidence and the proper place to stand and he was gonna bust this thing wide open.
The vault, that is. Because if Budget was stealing money from Security to line their own pockets, then the Vault would be subpar too - crack that, crack the case.
SA Chien rights his sunglasses and turns to his five star witnesses. Retrieves a was of cash from his suit lining and hucks it out the window. Yeah. Cash flow. Crime flow. It’s all coming together.
