Moe was once again stuck patrolling for Grimm, though at least now he was able to multitask. The detective was here for more than just securing the area, still only halfway secured now. If Moe had to guess, the repair boys were mostly slacking, annoyingly enough. Still at least it kept him away from the paperwork, and the fact it coincided with an informant he was supposed to be meeting just helped. Of course, the informant in question was a mystery, Moe didn’t even know the name of the broad, let alone have a picture. Simply having received an anonymous tipoff to meet in this area of the city just before he’d been drafted again for patrol duty for Grimm and what not.
He needed to pick up more smokes, he’d run out an hour ago, and was his annoyance had already made him feel as though he needed another one. Hell, maybe a drink too, considering how annoying the whole situation was. He had cases to work on, and the longer they sat the more trouble they’d be to close, police work was funny like that. Different cases had a shelf life to them, wait to long and the trail went cold, evidence deteriorated and leads dry up. Moe didn’t really trust anyone else to work his cases either, the one he had this informant about was a particularly dodgy one. Two guys end up dead, both former employees of the same company, executed. Moe had a hunch, but no evidence to prove the perp was guilty yet. Guy apparently had some connections and had hired some kinda up and coming hitter to whack the guys for him. Not just some punk thug by the look of things neither.
The detective stopped when he saw a sewer grate there was something below, trying to get out, that much he could tell. The cracks in the asphalt around the grate made it looked like whatever it was wouldn’t be able to get out through just the manhole either, and it was about to break through by the look. The detective, reached to his coat, frowning at the development. Some days he thought he just wasn’t getting paid enough for this, Grimm hunting wasn’t even his job.
The detective's hand went to a radio that had been given to him, even if these huntsmen were as worthless as the last ones he worked with, least he could let the shmucks keep the thing's attention while he dealt with it, if nothing else.
"This is Detective Moe Finn, I've got a situation on the intersection of Summit and Fourth." he radioed.
He needed to pick up more smokes, he’d run out an hour ago, and was his annoyance had already made him feel as though he needed another one. Hell, maybe a drink too, considering how annoying the whole situation was. He had cases to work on, and the longer they sat the more trouble they’d be to close, police work was funny like that. Different cases had a shelf life to them, wait to long and the trail went cold, evidence deteriorated and leads dry up. Moe didn’t really trust anyone else to work his cases either, the one he had this informant about was a particularly dodgy one. Two guys end up dead, both former employees of the same company, executed. Moe had a hunch, but no evidence to prove the perp was guilty yet. Guy apparently had some connections and had hired some kinda up and coming hitter to whack the guys for him. Not just some punk thug by the look of things neither.
The detective stopped when he saw a sewer grate there was something below, trying to get out, that much he could tell. The cracks in the asphalt around the grate made it looked like whatever it was wouldn’t be able to get out through just the manhole either, and it was about to break through by the look. The detective, reached to his coat, frowning at the development. Some days he thought he just wasn’t getting paid enough for this, Grimm hunting wasn’t even his job.
The detective's hand went to a radio that had been given to him, even if these huntsmen were as worthless as the last ones he worked with, least he could let the shmucks keep the thing's attention while he dealt with it, if nothing else.
"This is Detective Moe Finn, I've got a situation on the intersection of Summit and Fourth." he radioed.