A Touch Job A Tougher Heart (Closed)

[Mayu]

The city was hard that much everyone knew about, and in all this time Eden Wolf had lived in it always. She was born here and thought she would die here as well, she was the type of girl that could easily be in the shadows of the crowd. It was easy to see the kind of girl she was just by how she spoke. She was not a smart ass, and she took most things seriously. But no one seemed to truly want to understand her, she was a simple girl perhaps to simple for most.

But it was about five in the morning when she rolled out of bed, she lived alone. In a very small apartment, the only thing she could afford was a one room apartment. It had a complete kitchen and bathroom of course. She had just gotten out of the small shower when she heard her cell going off, she wrapped a towel around her slender body as she picked it up. The voice on the phone was a man, whom was requesting she go to a crime scene.

She quickly began to dry her hair off off since it went about middle of her back, it would take a few minutes to dry it. Then she put it up in a bun to get it out of her stormy eyes, getting in a pair of black pants that seemed to hug her legs and behind. And put on army looking boots. It had a very thick high heel, and put on her bra and a black shirt. Eden dressed this way for years and no one was going to tell her how to dress, that much she did know.

Since the scene of the crime was only three blocks she just decided to make sure everything was off, looking at her simple apartment she silently sighed. Grabbing a black long coat and put it on. Grabbing her ID and things she needed, sleeping them into her pockets. Once the door was locked she began to make her way to the crime scene, as she got closer she saw flashing lights and knew that she was going the right way.

The voice on the other end told her to report to Detective Benetti, and by the sounds of the last name he was Italian. So once at the scene, she looked seeing two victims and was rather curious. She was a translator who was also good at looking at evidence and making sense out of it. But she saw an older gentlemen looking at her, and she gave a soft look. And had a feeling her welcome here would not be a rather nice one at that.

"I am looking for Detective Benetti"

 

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It was 4am when his pager started vibrating in his coat pocket. Detective Luca Benetti groaned as he was awoken from a fitful and uncomfortable nights sleep on the table of interview room 1. He had rolled off twice. He had barely seen his apartment during the past week having only returned there for a change of clothes two days ago. A spat of car jackings had happened all over lower Manhatten and the commissioner was exerting his power by pulling in every available officer to crack down. In a completely unrelated incident, the commissioner's car had been stolen six days ago.

Benetti let out another grown as he stretched the cramp out of his muscles before swinging his legs over the edge of the table so he was in a sitting position. Removing his pager, he peered at the message through blurry eyes, slowly taking in what it said. He paused and read it again.

At that moment, a young officer opened the interview room door causing Benetti to winch at the noise.

"There you are Detective Benetti! The commissioner wants you over in Hell's Kitchen. There's been..."

"There's been a murder. Yes I know, thank you." The officer left. Benetti let out a long sigh. This was going to be another long day. He slide off the edge of the table and went to follow the officer out of the door.

"Get me a coffee someone!"

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Several cups of coffee later and Luca Benetti found himself in an alleyway behind a series of shops and restaurants. Crates of fresh vegetables and meat, the mornings delivery, sat piled on top of one another. The dumpsters spilled over with rubbish attracting flies and letting of a putrid stench. A body lay spread below the fire escape ladder.

The crime scene was pretty much the same as when Benetti had arrived. Nothing much had happened since then due to the fact that the only people who were around at the time of the murder spoke no English. And none of the officers spoke Russian. The first thing Benetti had found himself doing that morning, after coffee number 3, was call in for a translator to be dispatched.

It was whilst they were waiting that he heard somebody calling his name.

"I am looking for Detective Benetti"

He sighed for what felt like the millionth time already that morning and looked at his watch.

"5:30? Give me a break." He said to no one in particular and went off in the direction of the voice.

It didn't take long to find it. A young woman was standing beyond the ape arguing with an officer there and rummaging through her bag. She was thin with a round face, black hair pulled up in a bun and off her face. She loomed over the officer, who looked a tad intimidated, partly due to the fact that her boots had a high wedge on them adding at least two inches to her height. A large, heavy black coat hung open despite the cold breeze which blew through the alley. Whoever she was she didn't belong here.

"I'm sorry madam but this is a crime scene and closed to the public. If you're a hack then may I politely tell you that a statement will be released in due course and that you are more than welcome to fuck..."

He paused. She was holding up a police pass.

 

[Mayu]

She had no idea what she was getting into, the way the police officer was going through her bag. Though it was small, she figured that once the officer found her bag saw everything that it would be fine. She did carry a gun however, it was on her hip under her long coat. She always carried her license to have it, and silently sighed a little bit. This whole thing was rather silly, she know she did not fit the way everyone else looked.

But she did not care what other people thought or even said to her, so she had her right eye brow pierced so what. She wore black lipstick and black eye shadow and eye liner. But she was still beautiful, she never wore a lot of make up never saw the point. And the way the detective was talking. She knew all to well where this was going to go, so she held up her badge. Eden gave him a respectful stare and once her bag was looked at, it was handed to her.

Walking up to him she placed a hand on her hip "I was called in for a translator and to view the body get a feel for the crime scene here, the commissioner is the one who called me so any issues take it up with him Detective." She said simply looking at the man, he was rather cute and decided now was the time to do something no one knew she could do. Her eyes looked around the area seeing where the body was, she started to visualize the situation.

Hearing the Russian in the background she understood every thing that came out of their mouths. But then they started fighting amongst each other, looking up she walked over breaking the fight up she spoke Russian to them and it was fluent as well. Soon the small fight died down and she grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from her bag. Eden got along with just about everyone, and no one would stop her from her job that she knew.

She began to get the information down, and took names and numbers even addresses. She told them that they could go, everything that would be needed would be and looked over at the dead body, being very careful where she stepped. She knew procedure better then most, and tucked her things away and knelt down by the body, putting on some white gloves like what the others were wearing to deal with the body.

"His name is Fergus Danilo he is 45 years old, he is the owner of this place behind us. Or was any way, one of the women said that she heard him fighting with someone known as Mick Dennis, they went to school together. But something big happened two months ago and they split up dies, Mick use to work at his place. They thought that this man here stole from Fergus but no one knows for sure, Fergus was a very private kind of person.

Mick was born in this city, born to Russian immigrants who speak very little English. They have been legal citizens for thirty years. Some think that Fergus was involved in the Russian mafia back in Russia. But they say they know nothing about it, the name of the parents is Johnathan and Katina Danilo they live six blocks from here. Those who were here I sent home, they gave me ways to contact them. But there is nothing more here."

She said looking at Detective Benetti and with a gloved hand checked the wounds, she had seen the same wound before. First she noticed wounds over him, they were hesitation marks she had seen this a few times. Shaking her head she had seen this man before, she did not know the name of the man she ran into three days ago. But now he wound up very dead. And knew that Eden had to say something about this as well to him.

Standing up as she walked over to Benetti and silently sighed 'I bumped into this man three days ago, it was at a cafe. I accidentally bumped into the man and he looked scared to death, I managed to get one thing out of him. He was being watched and he was terrified for his life. I told him to call the police but he refused and would not say why" Was the last thing she said, stroking the back of her neck and sighed a little.

 

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Throughout his verbal tirade of her, she calmly looked him in the eye before presenting the pass.

"I was called in for a translator and to view the body get a feel for the crime scene here, the commissioner is the one who called me so any issues take it up with him Detective."

She said so matter-of-factly, her dark eyes looking into his, her hand on her hip, that he was caught momentarily off-guard. She was like bother translator he had seen before. Her eyes were heavily smoked. Her lips were black. One eyebrow was pierced. Most others he had met were straight laced, suit wearing professionals. This woman looked like she had come straight from a heavy metal concert.

He was interrupted before he could reply, by a scuffle which had broken out between the Russian witnesses hanging around the back entrance to the restaurant.

"Oh for the love of God!" He sighed, "Can somebody please control them? Cuff 'em for fucks sack." He was so busy shouting at everybody and nobody that he missed her walking last him and walking towards the fighting men.

Benetti finished barking his orders and turned to address the translator,

"Anyway what's your name?" He blinked dumbly realising he had been speaking to thin air. The officer by the tape smirked and pointed behind him. She was over by the door speaking fast, indecipherable Russian to the men who all backed off and returned to acting calmly. He looked up at the sky,

"Why do you hate me God? What have I ever done to you?" He walked over to where she was enthusiastically chatting away to one of the porters.

"Sorry Miss if you don't mind we need to ask each of these gentlemen some questions. Now if you just..." She just ignored him and carried on talking, even bringing out a notepad and scribbling down details. After a few minutes of this she addressed the group as a whole and said something which made all of the men smile and start walking away.

"Hey! Hey! Where do you think you're going?" He looked at the woman, "Tell the, to come back! We need to question them." She just looked at him before pushing past, putting on a pair of gloves and started to examine the body that lay on the dirty floor of the alleyway.

Benetti had had enough now. He grabbed hold of her thin wrist and pulled her up so she was looking up at him.

I don't know who you think you are but this is my crime scene. That means people do what I say. You do as I say. He was breathing heavily and realised he was squeezing her wrist hard. He let go.

"We needed to question those men. We have no idea what the hell happened here. Shit, we don't even know who the fuck this guy is."

""His name is Fergus Danilo he is 45 years old, he is the owner of this place behind us. Or was any way, one of the women said that she heard him fighting with someone known as Mick Dennis, they went to school together. But something big happened two months ago and they split up dies, Mick use to work at his place. They thought that this man here stole from Fergus but no one knows for sure, Fergus was a very private kind of person."

She carried on reeling off pieces of information in her fast, matter-of-fact monotone. Benetti couldn't keep up.

"Woah, slow down, slow down. Don't you have this written down somewhere?" He glanced at her notebook. It was filled with strange squiggles and figures. "Fucking shorthand. Perfect." He glanced up at the sky again out of exasperation. When he looked back down again she was gone again. Spinning round he saw her by the body again.

"'I bumped into this man three days ago, it was at a cafe. I accidentally bumped into the man and he looked scared to death, I managed to get one thing out of him. He was being watched and he was terrified for his life. I told him to call the police but he refused and would not say why."

Benetti head was starting to ache. He needed some more coffee.

"Wait, wait. You think this guy was hiding from the mob? What was him some kind of snitch? I'm sorry but there's nothing solid to back that up." He put his arm around her shoulders and started leading her back to the cord. You've been a great help, thank you. Make sure you give those notes to an officer here and let us get on with our job. Off you go Miss...?

He lifted the yellow tape up for her.

 

[Mayu]

Eden could tell that he was not very happy with her, but she was here to do her job. Not to hold his hand, the way he barked orders made her think of a few things about him. How he held himself, even his accent and tilted her head a bit as she heard what he said. And the way he looked at her she knew exactly what he was thinking, when he said thanks he did not mean it. That she knew very well, looking up at him she just gave him a smile.

"I know you don't think very highly of me Detective, from what I have seen I know enough about you to understand. You see me as some kind of punk, someone from a heavy metal concert. Which on a lighter note I hate heavy metal music, how a person looks does not matter as long as their skills are very sharp. And mine are, I came here to do my job. Though I am glad I had the pleasure or helping tonight, all my notes that I gave the officer should help.

I asked them what I thought relevant and I am sure once someone translates it for you it will have his address, phone number, his personal history growing up and what he did up to his death. And I am not telling you anything differently but he was afraid, I read it in his body language. He told me Big Brother was watching him, I do not know what he meant but it could be anyone. But tread lightly detective in case it is mob related. I would hate to read in the paper that the best detective.

Was found dead, and that is no threat but an honest way I see you, you are a damn great detective one of the best perhaps." She went into her pocket and handed him her card it had her cell phone number, address even email. "In case you ever need me for anything. It does not matter how young a person is. It does not matter about how a person dresses, I am respected for my skills and maybe in time you to will see me as something more then just another freak"

Sighing softly she did not know what to do or even say, she felt that deep down there was more for her to do. Looking at him she sensed pain in his eyes, like something personal happened something bad. Her stormy eyes looked upon him and was thinking of something deep down. Closing her eyes she called his name and looked at him. Brushing a strand of loose black hair, and decided to do something she would never do. She spoke a poem in Italian to him.

"I see the tears fall softly down upon your face
And my own heart begins to break.
I want to protect you and keep you safe.
From life's pain and heartache.
But in order to laugh you have to cry.
In order to live you have to die.
The happiness and laughter children know
Does not last as they grow.
The happiness you have today
Is gone tomorrow
it is not yours to keep
but only to borrow.
I can not protect you from the pain
As the seasons of your life take change.
But I can lend a hand, a shoulder
And be your friend.
Nourish your soul
until your heart mends"

Eden smiled a little bit, if he did not speak Italian she would look like a horses ass. But maybe it would work, perhaps he could have her translate it if he did not understand it. But in time she had a feeling that she would find answers with him, she bowed her head and turned slowly walking off. It was cold and she was just walking very slowly, trying to enjoy the simple things in her life. Her bag against her back as she hummed.