Hypocrite…the story continues…unedited…

With their argument squashed, Konan and Lilly headed to the basement to meet with Lt. Amy Wiseman. At 26, she had rose quickly through the ranks of vice. Hardnosed, fierce, and fearless, Amy Wiseman had earned a reputation as a no-nonsense officer. She looked at the two detectives when they entered the operation center for vice operations.

“You must be Detectives Thompson and Konan.”

“Yes ma’am. That’s us.”

“You’re early, I like that.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“So, you called about Wilson Figueroa. What do you need to know?”

Wiseman motioned at two chairs in front of her desk. Konan and Lilly sat across from her. She was dressed in civilian clothes, vice worked mostly undercover, so they shunned the day-to-day uniforms. The only time they wore the duty uniform was when they were called into court or for a memorial service. Amy Wiseman was dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and steel-toed boots. Her blonde hair was tied into a loose ponytail, her blue eyes had a mischievous glint that seemed to be a permanent fixture.

Konan liked her.

“Well Lt., as you know he is dead. We are looking for anything that could explain why someone would want to kill him.”

Amy Wiseman chuckled. “He scammed a lot of people. That suspect pool is enormous. We have had him under observation for nine months concerning drug peddling and prostitution.”

“Did you guys find enough evidence to make it stick,” Lilly asked.

“No. His proxy, Maxwell Longfellow handled the daily business. We ‘knew’ he operated according to his boss’s orders, but we never could find anything to link Figueroa. So, we continued to watch.”

“Maxwell deals the drugs though?”

“At this point, he’s probably taken over. I would suppose he barks, and his followers jump.”

“What about the attorney Maximillian Heatherton?”

“He’s Maxwell’s friend. Confidant. Bodyguard. He’s dirty from the top of his well-manicured hair to the soles of his feet.”

“With Wilson out of the way, there’s nothing to stop them from assuming control, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Who would have the most reason to kill Wilson Figueroa then,” Konan muttered. “If Maxwell took over, he could have ordered the hit. The kill did have a personal element to it.”

“That’d be tough to narrow down. Wilson was licked, until he fleeced his marks. Some of those he robbed were the wealthy. Those are some finicky folks. Could be they decided to do something about it.”

Konan gave Amy Wiseman a small grin. She winked at him in return. Lilly rolled her eyes. 

“Could you get us a list of those Wilson Figueroa had contact with? Any close contacts or friends we could look at would be helpful,” Lilly asked in her most condescending tone. Amy smiled her most professional smile. 

“Sure, Detective Thompson. I can get that for you. Wait right here. Detective Konan would you like to come with me?”

“Sure. I have no problem going with you.”

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