The Pink Pistol [Girlxgirl]

Chapter 2

(Riley's POV)

"I'm not saying you're obsessed." Danny said, as she absently tossed a baseball up into the air and caught it again. "But you're definitely obsessed."

As per usual, I was doing what I could to ignore my partner, and she was doing everything she could to make that an impossible task. Since we'd recently solved an individual (and much less interesting) murder, I was right back to analysing the data from a case I was truly invested in. I'd been over it all a dozen times already, but I wanted to make sure I hadn't missed a single thing. Currently, I was re-watching surveillance footage from the blocks surrounding the crime scene.

"I mean, it's been a week since she killed anyone. That we know of." She continued, as though I needed reminding. "We've got no leads, no clues, and we're no closer to finding out who this chick is."

Unfortunately, the cameras at the actual scene of the crime had somehow been remotely disabled during the time of the murder, so we had to make do with what was left. Which wasn't much. And with the media having caught wind of this killer a couple of months ago, creating fear and hype around her and even going as far as to nickname her, the pressure was on. What's more was that, since this particular killer favoured the blood of crooks, she wasn't very high on our priority list. Not when there were cop killers and armed robbers and kidnappers all over the city who were targeting innocent people. So the force wasn't as supportive of my relentless pursuit as I might have liked.

But for me the situation was very black and white. Killers were killers, and they deserved to be put away. Which is why I continued to sit at my desk and dedicate my every waking minute to going over every last scrap of evidence we had against the so called 'Pink Pistol,' a nickname I greatly despised. Her latest victim had been an accountant, though the NYPD had always suspected him as the money man for several big names in the world of crime.

"We could be out snagging a proper homicide right now. One that isn't impossible to solve, with blood and guts and suspicious wives and shady best friends." Danny had never been discreet about how much she loved her job, especially the gruesome parts. "You remember field work right, Wolfe?"

I rolled my eyes and spun around in my chair. "Do you know how many people would kill to be on this case? Every cop in here is green with envy, and you're complaining."

"I get it, all right, but the Pink Pistol will still be here waiting for us when we get back. Staring at old CCTV footage isn't going to get us anywhere." She argued. "Come on dude, there's a maggot-eaten, blue-lipped, dead and decaying body out there somewhere with our names on it."

I sighed. When Danielle Silver was first assigned to be my partner four months ago, I'd been relatively happy with the pairing. She had the second most collars of the year, and I'd heard that she was a driven detective. That wasn't a lie, she was most certainly driven, but whatever it was that was driving didn't seem to have any brakes. Danny was always on the look out for a newer and better case, and if she sat behind a desk for too long then she went a little crazy.

She threw the ball up into the air again, but this time another hand reached in and caught it. Danny and I turned to see the Captain standing over us with a raised brow.

"Wolfe. Silver." He greeted us. Captain Watts was a tall, broad shouldered man with greying hair and an air of authority that seemed to follow him wherever he went. He also used to be my father's partner back when they were just detectives. "How's it going?" He asked.

"Fine, sir." Danny and I answered simultaneously.

"Any new leads on our femme fatale?" This time when he spoke, he looked directly at me.