Stacy likes to eat her lunch here. It's quiet and private. At least, that's what she tells other people, and most of the time it's what she tells herself, too ( Read more... )

To the untrained eye, it's just a mess of reports, papers, and photographs. There's a method to the madness though. Montoya has cleared away all her other case files and has spread out on her desk two in particular ( Read more... )

( Who killed Sergei Andropov? )

JUAREZ

Cris Allen takes a great deal of satisfaction in wiping that off the whiteboard and replacing it with the JUAREZ that signified success. Case closed. Perp in the box. Now it was up to Hudson to make sure he didn't drop the ball ( Read more... )

... or almost, anyway. The rain's been heavy, nice bit of electricity in the sky, and the lights have flickered in the office a bit. Not all that promising an evening ( Read more... )

There isn't much to the box. It's just a room, with city-issued furniture. A table, a few chairs. A light overhead. Oh, and the one-way mirror that dominates one wall. Can't forget that ( Read more... )

"Hi, I'm Detective Joely Bartlett, and this is my partner Detective Sergeant Vincent del Arrazio. We're with the MCU and we'd like to talk to you ( Read more... )

It doesn't look like much on the outside, but the fifth floor of the building houses the biggest diamond brokerage in the city. The cast-iron security doors on each and every entryway are a big clue to those who know better ( Read more... )

"Diamonds." Captain Sawyer underlines the word on the blackboard. "That's how Fries likes to be paid. If he's being paid in cash or other goods, he's going to be converting them to diamonds. Let's hit the pavement, people. Let's find this guy before we have more frozen kids on the 10 o'clock news."

( He stands outside the Tekiya mansion... )