LINK: Damn, everyone seems in such a shitty mood today.

LINK: Nicked an Elvis impersonator. Good times.

LINK: No matter how professional and dedicated you are, sometimes you just want to go out, have a few drinks and really chill out... at least until you start to feel guilty about it.

LINK: Some days, he just really did not have time to scratch himself and that could be annoying when you had a certain itch you wanted to see to...

LINK: Oh bollocks. Dropped my bloody chips.

LINK: Matt knew it was going to be a bad day if he found himself pissed off at Ronnie and subsequently yelling at him for some reason... that Ronnie usually eventually proved him wrong about anyway.

LINK: I got asked if I wanted to be a sperm donor today. I think as far as life experiences go, my life must now be complete.

LINK: I really need a pint.

LINK: I need more.

LINK: Nothing quite says Happy Valentine's Day like an horrific, bloody double murder at a red velvet adorned brothel.

LINK: If I wanted bloody pink coffee, I would have asked for it.

It had been a hellish few days, to say the least. Matt had barely had time to scratch himself, let alone allow anyone else to scratch him, and it was just one of those types of cases where you had to drop everything else to focus on it. There had been some slight breakthroughs, of sorts. They just weren't entirely positive breakthroughs. To start, fibres from Hunt's car had been found under the victim's fingernails, and there was traces of DNA from the victim, Hunt, and other unknown persons in the back seat... from semen. None of it threw a positive light on Hunt, but at the same time, none of it was enough to convict him. He wasn't the only one who used his car, and with his sexual history, it wasn't a surprise that there were unknown semen traces in the back seat. The only thing was, the victim was there at some point in the recent past, though without a sworn statement from Hunt as to whether it was him who had the guy there, or the driver, it was just still all messy.

( It had also hit a stalemate... )


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LINK: Being a detective, Matt knew killers could literally came in any form, but he really hoped his gut instinct was right with this case and that form wasn't a smart, successful lawyer with a romantic link to one of Matt's colleagues.

[Follows THIS and THIS]

It wasn't really a huge surprise when the case got passed over to Major Investigations and landed in Matt and Ronnie's lap. Of course, Matt actually knew nothing about it until he got the call in the very early hours of that morning, and it did make him wonder if Gee even knew. Tom was of high status in the city, and news of his accident had already leaked through the London's a-list, even if the details behind it hadn't. It was only a matter of time before his link to the paralegal murder came to light, though. Matt and Ronnie could invesitage the case, but they weren't miracle workers. They couldn't stop info getting out, even if they would try their hardest to conceal what they found so it didn't impede the investigation. Now they had a murder and a suspicious accident surrounding it. Matt was loathe to settle that the accident had nothing to do with anything and was just a coincidence. Talking to Thomas' driver was the first step, and Matt was already suspicious about why he would even have gotten behind the wheel of his employer's car drunk, and their questioning of him did nothing but make the shit
hit the fan of an already extremely messy case.

( Before they even managed to get access to the guy's room, though, tox screens showed he had herione in his system, as if already having a blood alcohol content of 0.2 wasn't enough... )


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LINK: It was impossible to come out of this case without someone he knew getting hurt.