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In the meantime, Kate and Rick find themselves in the middle of New York Comic-Con on the hunt of a suspect. Check it out:
“Alright thanks.” She tucked her phone into her top and
continued her careful perusal of the area around them. The floor was crowded
and frankly smelt a little too much of pizza and sweat but the guard at the
door had mentioned something about being over capacity and only letting them in
on official police business as a favor. She was inclined to believe him; there
was barely room to walk let alone enjoy the festivities at the convention.
“How can people enjoy these things?” She’d meant it to be a
quiet utterance but three separate groups of people glared at her before
looking her up and down approvingly and apparently deciding to forgive her. She
rolled her eyes. “And how can they do it wearing these costumes?” Resisting the
urge to reposition her breasts so they were no longer falling out was proving
difficult as yet another pudgy-faced kid whistled at her from behind.
Beside her, her boyfriend scoffed, hooking his arm in hers
as they maneuvered the crowds like he was proud of his slutty girlfriend. “This
coming from the woman who went as Slave Leia – willingly – to last year’s
convention.”
“Only because you insisted on going as Han Solo even if you
were going alone.”
“As I recall, you practically dragged me to the ticket sales
office the moment the passes became available.” Her grip on his arm tightened
and she pretended to pout.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She sniffed,
straightening her shoulders – which was a big mistake for her tumbling
cleavage. “Besides, last year was for fun. This is for a murder investigation.
I don’t understand why we had to dress up.”
“Because – and I quote – “it will help us blend in and get
the other patrons to cooperate if we look like one of them.” You do realize
that you sounded really old when you said that, right?”
“You are never too old for comic-con. Now stay focused.” She
instructed “Esposito told me that Aaron’s neighbours saw him leaving in a Luxan
costume with his glasses over his mask because he couldn’t get his contacts to
work or something.”
He wrinkled his nose “what’s a Luxan?” They chose not to
acknowledge the two sets of gasps coming from behind them. They really needed
to lower their voices.
“I don’t know, some Klingon type character from a sci fi
show.” She waved him off, taking a quick probe of the floor from their new
location across the room. “Espo sent me a pic of what it’s supposed to look
like.” She dug into her top and produced the phone, bringing up the shot. Her
boyfriend peaked over at the photo, taking a quick swipe at her cleavage before
memorizing the photo before him. “Look down my top one more time and I’m
burning this outfit.” She announced, replacing the phone as she continued her
scan of the crowd.
“Noted.” He muttered, his eyes following her path. “I still
think that outfit is very sexy.”
She pursed her lips “well I don’t. It’s too…revealing.”
“You did see what you looked like in that costume last year
right?”
“No I know what I looked like last year.” She turned on him,
her voice low but incredibly dangerous. “Last year was for fun, it was for us,
this is for work. I don’t like looking like this when I’m working. I’m a cop
and I’m…uncomfortable looking like this, okay?”
He didn’t hesitate to offer her a gentle smile, twisting his
shoulder so she was partially covered from the view of others. “Okay.” His eyes
suddenly darted over her shoulder and he whispered her name so she’d follow his
line of sight. “Suspect staring right at us.”
The moment the suspect broke out into a run, she was chasing
after him – again, not a wise decision for her exposed cleavage. The material
kept her snuggly inside but she could not help the bounce which caught the
attention of many patrons.
Especially when she called out "NYPD stop where you
are" and her boyfriend followed behind her at a jog. The suspect of course
continued his retreat but at least the rest of the crowd parted for the hot,
leggy brunette wearing what could barely be considered clothes.
It made things easier when she finally caught up with Jacob
Aaron and she tackled him against the fattest, furry cosplayer she'd ever seen
- maybe he was some kind of a Pokémon, she wasn't entirely sure. Regardless,
she was grateful for the cushion and it provided ample padding when she pressed
her elbows into her suspect’s back, holding him in place against the plush.
“Jacob Aaron, you are under arrest for the murder of Victor Aaron.” She
handcuffed her suspect as her boyfriend came jogging up behind her, nearly
chocking at the sight that met him and the rest of the crowd that had gathered.
Clearing his throat he removed his leather jacket, leaving
him in a black wife beater, and placed it around her shoulders even as she rose
to her feet. “Where were you hiding those cuffs?” He mumbled.
She tossed him a breathless smile over her shoulders “trust
me, you don’t want to know.” She bit her lip “am I…?”
He scrunched his face “just in the back.”
She cringed, using her suspect as a tool to push through the
crowd as her boyfriend stood behind for extra cover. “I hate this outfit.”
“I’m sure no one else even noticed.” He pulled the jacket
tighter around her and she tried not to roll her eyes.
“Dude, I totally got a pic of Amazon Chick’s ass.”
“Nice.” She groaned as the two boys high fived each other
and went on their merry way, no doubt publishing the photo on every inch of
social media at their fingertips.
“If the Captain ever sees that photo I’m going to be
suspended indefinitely.”
“Well,” he agreed “at least you’ll probably be making the
police calendar next year. Miss July.”
He jumped at the glare she shot him “Stop.”
“I’m just saying”
“Now.”
“Right.” He pursed his lips.
She shook her head. “Never again.”
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