Detective's Work

Briefing Room, 8:49 AM, 41st Precinct

“Detective Gatsby, have you made any progress upon your work regarding the Apache Fires?” Captain Fay questioned, setting her papers down. “5 fires to add to the 10 the previous week, and more people injured or killed within the fires, all surrounding the area. They have to stop.” 

“Well not yet Captain, but I do have a lead. Nick and I were just about to head on over there with your approval for further surveillance, Captain.” Gatsby said, casually leaning back in his chair. “Isn’t that right, old sport?” 

“Uh, yes Mr. Gatsby!” Nick nodded, the fresh young police cadet looking towards his cousin for approval. When Captain Fay nodded her head ever so slightly, he nodded more resolutely. 

“Well, I’d rather you consult with the suspects that Detective Baker brought in last night.” Captain Fay admitted. “I want the whole precinct on this.” 

“What?” Gatsby gasped, his seat back in its normal position. “But we’re your best on the field?” 

“No? You’re my best in the interrogation room. Detective Carraway, Detective Gatsby, your assignment today is to interview the few suspects we have. Sergeant Wolfsheim, Detective Baker, please go to the crime scene and see if anything is left.” 

Gatsby grumbled as Jordan winked at Nick, who sat looking thoroughly confused. 

Interrogation Room, 10:55 AM, 41st Precinct

“C’mon Wilson, just tell me you did it.” Gatsby groaned, as he ran his hand through his hair. “What do you even have to lose?”

“I ain’t going to jail for something I didn’t do.” George Wilson growled, shaking the handcuffs that tied him to the table. “Sure, the cars were me, but I ain’t do nothing.” 

“Ah-ha! So the serial larceny cases were you!” Gatsby slammed the table, standing up triumphantly. “Either way you’re going to jail Wilson so just admit it, you’re the Apache Bandit.” 

“Again, I don’t have anything to do with those cases. Even if you caught me for the cars.” Wilson muttered. “But.”

“But?” Nick questioned. 

Wilson crossed his arms. “I ain’t saying a word.” 

“Really? Well that’s too bad.” Nick shrugged. “I mean, you could always get a year or two off your sentence, or some nice parole.” 

“You know the drill Wilson.” Gatsby winked, as Wilson growled.

“Well, I do know someone fishy. My cheater of a wife. Myrtle’s been talking it up with some big shot from the East side, messin’ herself out to him. Mentioned something about a fire tonight at the Disco.” 

“We have a lead.” Gatsby gasped. “Thank you old sport, we’ll make sure your sentence is lighter.”

“Whatever.” Wilson grumbled, as Nick took him out of the room. 

“See you next week!” Gatsby called out cheerfully. “Nick, meet me at the front in 5, we’re going into the field!”

“Daisy’s gonna be so mad.” Nick mumbled, but still resolving to follow after his best friend.