Open Case File [COMPLETED]

The Write Service (Part 1)

"That information might be fake," the woman said, nodding at the computer. "We can't take any chances. I say we shot her and dump her body in a back alley."

"OKAY! I think we are jumping to some very big and very unreasonable options," Cece said, her heart starting to race and driving her voice octaves higher. "You're federal agents."

"So..." the woman shrugged.

"But..."

"Carter," the male agent warned under his breath.

Cece watched as the two agents exchanged looks and was amazed as she realized they were having a silent conversation. With a final eye-roll from Carter, they looked back at Cece.

"Fine. We won't shoot her," Carter said.

There was clear disappointment in her voice and Cece was beginning to wonder if she should have chosen a different way to wait out her writers block.

"She doesn't have any felonies, misdemeanors or charges," the male agent said. "We can let her go."

"Fine. Out!" Carter instructed, motioning towards the door.

With the fear of sudden death gone, Cece remembered why her crazy idea to infiltrate the agents' stakeouts had begun. "Actually, I have..."

"I just convinced my partner not to shoot you," the male agent said. "I won't do it again. Get out."

Cece hesitated until Carter said, "out!" and jabbed her gun in Cece's face.

Cece raised her arms. "Fine, I guess you don't want to know about Lucas Randall." She moved to open the door but the male agent grabbed her wrist. "Oww," Cece said, his hold like a death grip.

"What do you know about Lucas Randall?" Carter asked.

There was a thick layer of disbelief in her tone but Cece could also hear curiosity. She knew she had bought herself at least a few more minutes in the van.

"What do I know about Lucas Randall?" she laughed dramatically, feeling like she had some cards back in her hand.

"Spit it out," Carter demanded.

"Fine," Cece said, annoyed her monologue had been cut off. "Mr Randall is really Freddy Wainwright." The agents shared the slightest look and Cece knew everything she had discovered was right. "He lives with his wife Penelope one door down from me. They say they earned all their money in lucrative development deals in Florida but they really got their money playing a dicey game with the Italian mob – AKA stealing money from four members then killing them and making it look like it was the local Chinese gang. How am I doing so far?"

Carter rolled her eyes as the male agents said, "go on."

"This isn't their first job either. Nope. Freddy and Penelope have had a long career of starting gang wars and reaping the benefits. If I am correct, they have also done this in LA, Georgia, and New York. And it all started by stealing from the poor helpless retirees in Florida."

The agent's expressions had remained unreadable as she listed off the different locations until she mentioned Florida. They both frowned in surprise.

"You didn't know about Florida, did you?" she asked gleefully.

"We haven't confirmed any of what you said is right," Carter snapped.

"But I am," Cece said confidently.

If the agents hadn't known about Florida then Cece had done a better job on her research than she had thought. Elliot and Tristan would never believe this. She felt for the phone in her pocket, wondering how she could sneak a picture for proof when someone started to clap.