QR Code Murders: The FBI is Knocking

“I got to the sixth chapter of We— What’s up?” Kim asked.

Yawquisha looked up. “It’s nothing, really,” she replied.

“I’ve got training in dealing with families who lose loved ones. It’s okay for you to discuss what you’re thinking,” Kim assured.

“I’m alright. Honestly.”

“Alright. Anytime.”

“Got it.”

They slid through the city with the ease and confidence of the vehicle in which they transported. The complete grayness of the day was like ellipses put on the end of the day. As the light slipped from the darkening clouds, Yawquisha checked her gear. She enjoyed organizing her files in alphabetical order. They also were color coded. The work allowed her to excel and become a better steward over her work.

“Hey, we have to go to the station. I want you to stay in my office while I speak to my chief.”

“Copy.”

“Copy….” Kim smiled.

“Chief, she's great.”

“She could be a liability.”

“How?”

“That vic last week was her family. It’s become personal now. We don’t need that kind of baggage.”

“She’s not baggage. She has pointed out material I would’ve glossed over. She provided intel on the graffiti artist. Artists, now. Yawquisha is like a partner. If you cancel this ride-along situation, we will only suffer for it.”

“I hear you talking,” Chief Wittman Freelander replied.

“I’m telling you, I can keep her on and she can do her work. The more that she uploads, the number of potential witnesses increases. The data shows.”

Freelander scratched his graying temples. “I love her. More than just the suspects. The commissioner and the mayor are talking about us in uncertain terms. We could get cuts to the program whether we like it or not.”

“If we just show how much she’s a benefit to our whole operation—”

“Again, I’m all for her. We just need the people above both our paygrades to better understand her. She’s street smart and book smart. That’s important. She's a guerilla in her approach. That’s admirable. Yawquisha just might be amongst our ranks one day.”

“I don’t know about that, sir, but she’s definitely not a detriment. I’ll fight every inch with clenched teeth and sweat on my brow to ensure that she is a figure that will be even more of an asset and that’s it, sir.”

“You’re right. Keep her on the road. Allow her to shoot the landscape. Interviews. Everything. Show that she can better this department. Show that she can help solve these murders. Remember, the FBI is knocking.”

“Yes, sir.” Kim left Chief Freelander’s house office. She found Yawquisha in her office reviewing footage.

“You got to the part where Kira talks to her family?” Yawquisha mentioned.

“I just said to the chief…yeah, I did.”

“That’s such a classic part. In the film, the actress is so believable. And to think, the movie was banned and found years later after Mussolini found it as a piece against all forms of collectivism instead of communism. The fascism ruled over the decision. And the movie was found decades later. Ayn Rand approved of it despite no one asking for her permission. She regarded the acting as particularly exemplary. All of this should be dedicated to a stand alone documentary in itself.”

“Maybe you could be the one to shoot it,” Kim grinned while sipping ice coffee.

Yawquisha smirked. “I’ve already asked for the rights.”

Kim clapped her hands. “After I finish reading it I’m going to look at the feature film then your doc,” Kim walked over to Yawquisha who sat at the corner of her desk with the laptop.