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[detective_allen]

Finally, after having looked at this case from ever angle they could possibly think of, GCPD Detectives Allen and Montoya have caught a break in the Gotham Plastics Warehouse case. Thanks in large part to an alert postal worker, the two detectives have been questioning a Mr. Edward Thorne, grand-nephew of Rupert Thorne, for the better part of an

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[det_montoya]

Montoya holds eye contact with her partner for a moment longer than necessary. It's an acknowledgment of sorts. When you've worked with someone as long as she's worked with Cris, you start to read each other. She steps out in front, opening interior doors, clearing a path, moving towards the front of the busy Post Office. With both hands, she sweeps open the double doors. Thorne and Allen are to her rear.

[jla_extras]

"What," Eddie quips. "No cigarette or blindfold offered?"

[detective_allen]

Allen puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder, not quite pushing him forward, but clearly wanting to get him the hell out of the post office. "This isn't an execution. Keep your smartass comments to yourself. You can jabber all you want when we get to the precinct house," Cris says, making sure that Thorne stays close behind Renee.

[det_montoya]

She continues to move wordlessly. She trusts her partner to keep a reign on their witness. Her eyes are on the street, the individuals around them, the building across the way. Anywhere and everywhere. What's she looking for? Any signs of trouble.