66 Package Deal (2/2)

I could see Detective Nash look past me and stare at Sebastian.

”Don't look at me. She may be my assistant, but he got her Master's degree in language studies. She is the boss when it comes to that. You can trust her.” From his voice, I would hear inhibited pride. I wanted to scoff. Of course, he had to show off and pat himself on the back for getting someone competent, but this was my talent, not his to write off.

”You probably have a profiler who specializes in language at your department, if you get your hands on a recording of the show.”

Detective Nash rubbed his chin and then looked at me with curiosity. ”I'm pretty sure I will have to sign the papers and get Sebastian on the case, I would lose to have you on too.” He smiled.

Stunned, I looked at him. ”Thank you,” I found myself saying.

”Of course, she is going to be there. We come as a package deal.”

We followed the police officers to the station. I had been there too often, I realized. Most people had little to no contact with the police and there was a fear of them in society. Yes, it was unfortunate, but systemic violence does that to society.

The process was fast and we were sitting in a room with other people in no time.

Unsurprisingly, most of the officers were men and I was the only one in pretty clothes, a skirt, and a blouse and a nice bag to go with it.

There were a lot of things that needed to be thought through.

”I'll be the one to give you the bad news. The victim passed away in the hospital. They went into cardiac arrest even though the doctors did everything in their power to save him.” I looked around the room. The people surrounding me were professionals used to hearing about deaths. They were desensitized to it, or maybe they weren't. But I wonder if they thought the same thing as me.

When the victim is dead, you just know that there is less chance of understanding what exactly happened. You only find out one part of the story if you catch the criminal.

The scene was set up and the officers were briefed.

I turned to Sebastian and asked him under my breath, ”Do you think we can see the CCTV footage and ask the people at the show to hand over any videos or photos they have?” Sebastian turned and looked at me and nodded.

”You ask.” My lips thinned. ”You gotta speak up. When you are in this room, you need to ask questions. No question is stupid because it could give us a clue or direct us to another avenue and help solve the case. Ask your question and assert your thoughts. It is the only way you are going to grow. No other way to evolve.” He shrugged. I sighed and pushed my hand up.