"she's meeting someone" potter reported

"A guy" he said

"Follow them still" Wheeler ordered.

"This is one crazy case, ain't it?" Harry chuckled

Harry Guerrero had been the medical examiner for fifteen years, he knew his job well, this was little compared to what he had seen in the field.

"All I need is evidence to plant the girl in there and prolly find her accomplice and this shit is over" wheeler sighed.

"It's not as you think" Harry clicked his tongue

"Huh?" Wheeler asked confused as Harry dropped the file in front of him.

Wheeler grabbed it quickly tearing it open and glancing through immediately.

"It's worse enough that new suspects keep popping up, now this?" Wheeler looked up.

"You sure about this?" He asked

"You care to do my job?" Harry retorted

"Nah, I know you, this is your tuff" wheeler smiled knowing he had pushed a button

"Wanna grab a drink?" Harry asked

"Sure, just one last report from Potter and I'd be standing before our old man" wheeler grunted as he stood.

"Mr Evans must hear this" Harry laughed.

Meanwhile, Potter had followed Carly to the bar watching them from a safe distance. As she alighted with Thomas, he did. They obviously came to drink, he sighed, and picked up his phone ready to report when they stood after sharing a knowing smile. In a blink, a gunshot followed

"How did I not see this coming?" Potter gasped as he shelter with the rest

"Don't mind us, we just robbing this place" Carly giggled loudly.

"Who's in charge?" Thomas turned to shaking bartenders.

"He's not around" one of them replied

"That's not what we like to hear" Carly released another.

Potter was quick enough to take a picture and send to wheeler while calling for backup.

"Stack it in here" Thomas threw a bag at them.

"I'll take this" Carly chuckled taking a woman's purse and her bracelet

"Oh, you're free to leave" she smiled at the couple who scurried out in fear.

She did the same to nearly all of them until the bar was empty.

"What do you have for me?" She catwalked towards Potter.

"Just my wallet" Potter replied with his hands up. She took his wallet and smiled, opening it, her jaw dropped

"Police?" She shrieked but his elbow met with her nose and he did quick snatch, grabbing her by the neck and the gun to her head. Sirens followed immediately.

"Let her go, big dawg" Thomas smiled

"Drop your weapon and put your hands up where I can see them" Potter grinned

"But I don't feel like it" Thomas grinned in return

"Her brain goes boom" Potter smiled

"Oh, you don't have her" Thomas smirked as Carly hit Potter on the side and then his groin. Thomas grabbed the bag filled with cash giving one last shot to the table shielding Potter as they escaped through the backdoors

"They went through the back!!" The bartenders yelled as the police went after them, two remained to help Potter.

"Take me to wheeler" Potter groaned.

**

"This is big" wheeler smiled.

"Detective Wheeler, Mr Jimmy on the phone " an officer said. Wheeler cleared his throat, before collecting the phone, he was wrecking of alcohol.

"Wheeler here"

"Whatever that is, I want you in my office by 4pm" Jimmy boomed over the phone.

"Sure thing sir" Wheeler replied and ended the call, Potter walked in almost immediately

"Oh Potter, how you feeling, this is much than we wanted" wheeler smiled.

"Thomas Anderson and Carly Simpson, wanted criminals living right on the block, I presume you know what I mean" he smiled but Potter didn't.

"We lost them" a voice boomed from the intercom.

"Round the building, they'd likely return home" Wheeler ordered.

"You don't suppose, Clara's working with or for them?" Potter asked.

"That is left for her to answer " wheeler walked out and straight to Clara's cell.

"Miss Brooks" he sounded as he approached.

"What now?"

"I think I found your accomplices" he smirked and she smiled

"I killed no one" she said as the big chained door was opened.

Wheeler stepped in, "you might want to start talking" he leaned in

"I see you drunk" Clara scoffed.

"Carly Simpson, your dear, dear neighbor, and her boyfriend too.. how many lives have you guys wasted?" He asked and she stared at him, her hand itching to slap him hard across the face.

"Does Ellie know too? Is she in this with you?" He asked

"All my life, I take shit, but not shit involving my sister, and what nonsense you going on about Carly?"

"Carly and Thomas, most wanted thieves in all of California and beyond"

"Well, news flash, this is Boston. How am I to know that?"

"You working with them" he accused

"Hey! I barely talk to these people, we just neighbors " Clara argued.

"Did they ask you to kill him? Was he writing a blog on them? Are they paying you?"

"Listen to me you fat bastard, I don't know these people, we barely speak, this only means you've gotten your culprits, they killed him, after all, she was in the elevator with me that night...."

"Hold it..." Wheeler cut her off.

"That wasn't Carly with you that night, it was someone else"

"I know who was in there with me, it's Carly, I know that stature and black hair"

"Wrong! The lady in the elevator was a brunette" wheeler smiled.

"So you saying, when you're drunk, you barely remember things"

"I need my lawyer" Clara muttered about to tear up.

"So you don't remember stuffs from that night, miss Brooks" Wheeler leaned in.

"Your breathe" she spoke in a quaky voice.

"Things might be blur to me when I'm drunk, I might have problem identifying colours when I'm drunk, but I remember stuffs, and I fu©kin remember not stepping into that apartment, do your freaking job right, detective!" She yelled in tears.

"You should learn to comply Miss Brooks, I can ensure you have a lovely time in here for the rest of your life" Wheeler smirked and turned to leave.

"Wheeler, do your fucking Job right and get me out of here!!!!"

TBC....