go across the pond on a whim, maybe this time might yield something different.
Scene: Police Department
Players: Me, police officer behind partition.
" How can I help you miss?"
" I need investigative notes on a shooting from 1935."
" Holy Shit!"
" Just tell me where I can go please, I've been bounced all over."
Up the elevator to the Homicide division. ( note: you never want to be there under any circumstances) a cold empty hallway: I get blank, suspicious looks, I put on my best shirley temple smile with my hands clearly visible.
One barks: " You a relative?" ( maybe I need to say that next time)
" I'm researching the victim."
" You gotta send a letter to the director for permission across the street"
Letters get me no where in this town, so I bypass that and head straight over. Those detectives are a little bit more friendlier, the one stops laughing when he sees I'm glaring at him.
" Ah, miss that's hard, ya talkin 75 years ago, see those records from back then were moved a hundred times, one place had a fire, the other there was water damage." So God struck twice to rid Babylon of it's sins in the form of old records? Must've been a slow year then.
Bounced back home gritting my teeth, not so much from hitting a road block but more at how poorly kept things are and no one cares until someone comes calling for it. Well, as long as there's a will, there's a way and I'm gonna find it. Somewhere. Just need a bigger flashlight and a whole new bottle of patience.
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