Chapter 36: Ralphie Pearce VI
Sam sat with her arms crossed inside the Chesapeake Police Department’s control room, with dark bags under her eyes and a noticeable scowl etched on her face. Her red hair was in a loose messy bun, and she was wearing the shirt she had the night before. She only had enough time to put on her pants that morning when she and Levi rushed out after receiving a call from Agent Tillman informing them of the current situation.
Behind her stood the blond Irishman, looking far more presentable compared to her. It was rare to see him without his signature 3-piece suit and slicked-back hair. But his current attire still gave him that perfect laid back aficionado look; a dark blue blazer over his V-neck shirt and pants, hair combed smoothly to one side.
Sam recalled that morning when she stumbled out of her hotel room pissed, with sleep still in her eyes and her hair in disarray after having only 2 hours of sleep at best. While Levi looked immaculate stepping out of the room opposite hers, cocking her an amused brow at her disgruntled appearance.
A mental image of Levi sleeping in his bed dressed in a 3-piece suit, his hair slicked back, as usual. His arms crossed in front of his chest appeared in her mind, and she stifled a laugh while the blond drove towards their destination half an hour ago.
Was he a fucking vampire? She played with the idea.
Levi’s back leaned against the dull-colored wall, arms crossed, and mirroring Sam’s bitter expression. Both of them focused on the small screen with the view of the interrogation room. In it was a muscular man with dark brown hair in his late-30’s sat waiting, his hands cuffed to the table. He was wearing a brown jacket over his pullover with faded jeans and black boots.
Sam and Levi had both received a call from Tillman 2 hours prior, informing them that after 9hours of searching in the database, their people had found a match on the partial profile of the man holding a gun on Pearce’s head.
That man was the very same man Levi and Sam were watching on the screen, Natan Watts.
Natan Watts is a 37-year-old ex-marine and currently working as a freelance bodyguard for some Popstar. Sam and Levi both turned to the door when it creaked open, and Agent Tillman entered the room holding two cups of coffee, a folder pressed between his left arm and side.
Levi clapped his hands once loudly, and he jumped in mock joy, approaching the shorter man.