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Jana was laying on the bed by herself. She was alone again tonight, and she hadn’t seen her husband since three nights ago. It was frustrating not having any attention. She got up and started to wander around the house.

Don was studying in the speak- easy. He hadn’t been paying attention to girl attempting to flirt with him. Don wasn’t a bad looking man. In fact he was quite handsome despite his geeky persona.

Samuel was in his office as usual studying photographs. A murder broke out a few nights ago. The man murdered had gang affiliations, so it was his area of expertise. Samuel noticed a pattern in the recent murders and this one.

A shady man in a black hat and wool trench coat knocked at the door of the one room apartment. This wasn't a common thing, having a guest.
"Sir may I come in?" He said in a low voice, he looked around and came in without Max answering. He sat in a chair near the kitchenette and continued. "Alex was in a fight last night, he is gone now, Alex needs you take over his part. The shipments, handeling, EVERYTHING!"
I knew what he ment, it was plain to me. Alex Malone has died in fight, probably during a liquor import. He has died and wanted me to help. This I knew little about, all I knew was the Malones were dangerous, I had to do this, and Alex was killed by a Rachinello.

George entered the police station. Everyone stared at the new guy. No one usually likes the new guys. "Come on guys. Just cause I'm from Brooklyn doesn't mean I'm different. We're all Americans here." George sighed and sat down. Everyone got back to work without a sound.

Jana kept whispering, "Don't drink the merchandise." She was so tired, that a bottle of Canadian liquor didn't seem bad. Moonshine was nice once in a while, especially seeing her father made it, but liquor was a rarity now.

Don looked up from his book. He had done alot of memorizing the few days. There was a young lady standing there. "Yes ma'am?" His voice trembled a little

Samuel notice three brasions on the arm. There were inconsistant, almost unrealistically perfect. Surgical tools were used to cut. Samuel looked at the other cases

George began walking towards the chief's office. He wanted to make a good first impression on front of the chief. "Sir." George stood at attention.

Samuel looked up from the photos. "Yes?" Sam didn't have much to say. He was focussing on the surgical tools that could have been used. "Come in."

Max buzzed beelines down the Chicago streets, he like the sites and sounds of it all, even the smell of cigar smoke and coffee were what he found nice. Chicago was the place for him, this is how he like it and now (because of the death) he was staying here forever. He was walking through the very busy streets and then there it was, the place he was needing to be... The Lake Michigan Harbor.

"Lt. George Curnell. NYPD. I got moved to this place in a transfer operation. I believe you needed new faces because of the... you know..." George froze up during the name of them. He stood there at attention.

Jana decided to run out and drink a little. She knew all the speak- easies in this city. She grabbed her coat and headed out.

"I want you." The woman was drunk. "Ma'am, I'm not on the menu." Don was trying to ease her out of stuper. Don wasn't a ladies man.

"Did you work homicide?" Sam's face was continued to be buried in the reports.

"Yes sir. That's why I was promoted. I'm ready for action sir." George stood at attention. Waiting for Sam to review his work.

"Come here." Sam motioned the boy to go towards him. "Take a look." Sam didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all.

"Hmm... a typical shooting homicide." George tried to prove himself to Sam. "Looks like the bullets were from a M1921. Or Thompson Submachine Gun."

"I established that. Look here." Samuel pointed to a laceration on the arm. "Where'd come from?"

Back the house the man had given hime $300 and a letter sayingmeet Janis at the harbor for instructions. Here I was, where was she??? This seemed not right, unsettling even. Then out of the foggy darkness emerged the all known Janis Williams.

"These people were possibly whipped. How strange." George said cautiously.

She took me to a coffee shop to talk, dim lim for privacy.
"You're the replacement?" she said as if she didn't even care if Alex had just died. "I talked it over with my boss and we find it you would be better in... Showbizz..." took me a minute to figure it out but she wanted me to kill people! "wait what!" I proclaimed, she kicked me with here with her hard as rock boot. "You will not be working at the harbor! You have to do take care of people." what other option was there! I have been in this mess for about 6 hours now and coming from an observant guy, you have to do as they say.

Jana arrived at a speak-easy from the Tolli family. The Tollis weren't a major family, just an intergrating family. The were part of the Malones now.

Don looked at the woman with a stupid look. She wasn't even stable enough to stand. "I think you should stop drinking." Don tried to be sweet but stern.

Sam looked at the laceration in the photo. "If you were being whipped, why wouldn't you fight back?" Samuel turned his attention to the young man. "Answer me that."

"They may have classified it as treason and gave the information to the boss. Causing a shooting party to arrive. Possibly the man did... what do we know in this case... so far?"

"He was found in a hotel, shot and gagged. No other DNA was found." Sam handed him a medical report. "The only one who saw him was the doorman. Not much help. Only spoke Spanish." Sam spun to face George.

Janis:
Janis stormed out of the ole coffee shop. What did she care? If Alex died, he died. Inside this did make Janis feel a little sad but she couldn't show fear! Fear is a weakness and Janis Williams hadn't a weakness! This did stay heavy in her mind, how did he die? Was it for a purpose? Was it an issue? These are the thing that made her want to get out of the Malons thing! But this is what she had to do, to get away from her past...

Max:
Max wasn't sure what to think. What, what was he supposed to do now? What was the purpose of the switch, he thought. Was Janis his boss? Well he didn't let this bother him, it was time to go home, go home and relax about this all. But could he relax with such a big load on him! Gah, this caused frustration. But what ever.
One Max's way to his apartment a black car with tinted windows pulled up and he was dragged in there.

"I can speak a bit of Spanish. Send him over here." George said. Looking over the medical report.

"Fine." Sam waved in an officer and whispered the directions to the hotel. He was starting to like this new officer.

"Okay. This case will finally be cracked. We will regain this city." George turned around and left the room. With no other word.

Jana went out of the the speak-easy drunker than hell. She was stumbling and hiccupping down the city streets.

Don realized it was time to get to class. He rushed toward another bartender. "Gotta go." Then Don left to go off to the college.

Sam kept staring at the photos. Then he ran after George. "I'm going to send down some back-up."

"Good. Have them report to me as their superior officer at my command. Right chief?" George quickly replied as he continued walking down the hall. "Where's my cruiser?"

"Out front." Samuel then looked at another officer. "Ashley Dowell. Get her."

"Excellent." George jumped into the police car and waited for his assistant.

JANIS
Janis was walking to the taxi cab station when she stumbled upon a girl wabbling in the street, obviously drunken, Janis said to here "Excuse me but, do I know you? Is you name Jana?"

Jana looked at the lady. "Yeah, what about it?" She stumbled into her.

Don was late for class. "Sorry Professor." He yelled when he entered the lecture hall.

Ashley came in. "Yes, Dad?" She was annoyed. "Go with George." Ashley walked out to meet George.

"Alright!" George reved the engine.

Ashley stared blankly out the window. "What got you in the force?" Ashley always was looking for a conversation. Ashley then turned her attention to George.

"I managed to stop a bank robber. They knew I would be a great addition to the force."

"Oh cool." Ashley grew impatient, and she started to mess with her hair.

"Okay. Let's go!" George pressed the gas pedal.

Ashley took some of the photos and looked at them. "Mob case? Figured. Bet it has something to do with a lack of forensic evidence." That was Ashley's speciality.

"Yeah. I'm ready to solve some crimes here in Chicago. I'm Lt. George Curnell. From the NYPD. And you miss...?" George said.

"Ashley Dowell. You met my father." Ashley was as distant as her father. 23 and a cold distant hermit like her father. She normally laughed at the thought.

"Yeah. Sadly I did." George chuckled. "So where's this Spanish guys place?"

"Hotel on the left up here." Ashley pointed for emphasis.

"Alright." George pulled up next to the curb. "Let's move." George opened the door for Ashley.

"Thanks." Ashley walked slowly. It was just an interview. There was no point in rushing.

"Okay let's get moving. We need some info on this case really fast before more things happens." George knocked on the door of the house.

Ashley opened the door. "It's a hotel sweetheart." She went to the check-in desk. "Two nights, please?"

"But Sam said..." George sighed. He entered the hotel. "Yeah..."

Ashley got the keys. "Come on." Ashley started to head to the assigned room.

"Okay." George followed her closely.

"Now staying close to the crime scene is nice. However we need to lay down rules." Ashley was extremely stern when staying with a partner.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know." George followed her.

"There is a bed and a couch. You get the couch. If you get in the bed you are likely to lose blood, and trust me you don't want to know where it's going to come from." Ashley stared him down. She wasn't going to sleep on the couch. "And you touch me, you die. Got it." She smiled faintly.

"Hang on one second." George left the room. He ran down the hallway to get another key.

Ashley started to talk to herself. "He does realize that I'm not joking, but he's not going to get another room?" Ashley shrugged and went in. She wasn't tired but for some reason she wanted to bathe. She wasn't surprised that the lock didn't work, or that the bottom of the tub had wax. This hotel was common for lovers.

"Yes I would like a room." George asked. He handed over some money then received a key. "Oh great next door to her." George walked down the hallway.

Ashley got out and grabbed her towel. She wasn't concerned with George walking in, so she dried off and wrapped the towel around her. It hugged her body almost contouring to her curvacious body.

George walked into his new room. "Damn my partner is scary." George lied down on the bed. "My bed. My room. It's nice."

Ashley decide to change. She wasn't an important attribute in regular cases, so she wore a button up dress and some worn down slide ons. She wasn't much for fashion.

George sighed. "Why does every chick I meet is crazy." George sighed again. He turned on the radio.

Ashley heard some music playing. The romantism wasn't apparent, but she figured it was a lonely old man on business. She knocked on the door maybe to grant him her presence depended on the man. "Hello?" Her voice was more feminine.

George mumbled quietly. "Great..." George answered the door. "What?"

Ashley was surprised it was her partner. "Are we going to interview or not?" She thought extemporaneously.

"Yeah I am. Let's get going." George left the room. He walked down the hall.

Ashley asked out of curiousity, "You taken?" She always got involved in her partners' personal lives.

"Nope." George sighed and kept walking. "Why do you ask?"

"Always do." Ashley looked at him. She didn't care about anyone but she was going to ask about them.

"Okay then...?" George felt awkward around her. She was a weird person. They reached the room. "This is the room."

Ashley walked in. The first person she saw, she asked. "Ricardo Estivez?"

"Oh my..." George looked at the people in there. "¿Hay alguien aquí Ricardo Estivez?" George spoke in Spanish fluently.

Ashley looked at George in amazement. "My god. Who the hell taught you to speak Spanish?"

"My officer in New York. New York is multilingual. Correct?" George corrected.
RICARDO: "Sí que soy yo."
GEORGE: "El teniente de Policía de Chicago Geroge Curnell."

Ashley sat back and listened to the conversation. She had no idea what was being said.

RICARDO: "I speak broken English policeman."
GEORGE: "Okay. We have a few questions for you." George called over Ashley.

"Thank god." Ashley walked over. "Did you see this man enter the hotel 2 nights ago?"

RICARDO: "Yes. He died. I saw it all." Shivers.

"What happened?" Ashley looked him inthe eye. It was an interviewing technique she picked up from her father.

RICARDO: "The man whipped him for failing him or something. Then a group shot him."

"Definately mafia affiliations. What did they look like?" Ashley started to drum her fingers.

RICARDO: "They were well dressed men. One was smoking a cigar and wearing a nice hat. The other just wore suits." He shivered.

"Thank you." Ashley started to leave and waved George to come too.

"Thank you for your time. Have a good day." George left with her. "Well that was helpful."

"Rachinello family." Ashley said this without hesitation. "Hope you did your research."

"No idea who that is." George wondered. He was new here he didn't know who anyone was.

"Rachinellos and Malones are the main families. They always fight too. Poor dude ended up on the wrong side of the tracks." Ashley wasn't going to go into detail.

"I see." George quickly notches down notes. "Alright let's get to the cruiser."

"Gotcha." Ashley went down to the cruiser. She was still curious about her partner. "What's your opinion of me?"

"What do you mean." George entered the car. "I don't get it."

"What do you think about me?" Ashley always used pshycology with her partners

"What do you mean by what I think about you?" George asked. She wasn't making much sense. He started the car.

"If you were to tell your family about me, whay would you say?" Ashley grew impatient.

"Your pretty and you are very intelligent." George lied. He sped off in the cruiser.

"I grew up hearing liars and theif. You think I can't hear that you don't believe what you're saying? Tell the truth." Ashley was monotoned today. More monotoned than normal.

"I'm not lying. I mean it." George said. Trying to sound truthful.

"I'm not convinced." Ashley turned away. She knew he was lying. "Which part do you not believe? Nice or pretty?"

"Neither, I mean both of them." George began not lying now.

Ashley rolled her eyes. She wasn't concerned anymore.

George was frustrated. "Whatever then. Believe what you wanna believe then." George sped off with fury.

Max :

In the car Max was dazed, what was he doing here? There was a dirty, bloody, burlap bag over his head.
"What were you doing there?"
"I was telling Janis about how her uncle had died!" I had to make up something fast.
"Why wouldn't she have know that!"
"Because she was unable to b e reached!"
"Why are you lying!"
"Im not!" Then everything went blurry and I went to sleep.

"George, you're okay. I like being your partner." Ashley glanced over and George really quickly. He looked nice today for some reason. She didn't pay attention much, but today was different.

"Yeah. Your okay too." George smirked at her. He usually never smiles at anything.

"Cool." Ashley smiled back. George was her first partner that treated her like a partner and not the boss's daughter. She respected him for that. "Oh by the way, try not to antagonize our next suspect to shoot you. He'll do it."

"And who is this suspect? I'll shoot back too." George chuckled.

"Don't. It's Raymond Malone. He's a big catch. Can give us a LOT of info." Ashley fixed her earrings. She accidently nudged George. "I'm sorry."