The daily serial fictional based on Chicago's Boystown neighborhood: Boystown series by Danny Bernardo

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23. The Only Suspect

"You realize that we can't legally do anything if she answers the door," Virgil said as they pulled up to a town house in the Gold Coast. "Not without a warrant." "We're not going to do anything," Fitz said, painfully aware that he wasn't in uniform as they got out of the care. "Just ask some que

23. The Only Suspect
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"You realize that we can't legally do anything if she answers the door," Virgil said as they pulled up to a town house in the Gold Coast. "Not without a warrant."

"We're not going to do anything," Fitz said, painfully aware that he wasn't in uniform as they got out of the care. "Just ask some questions."

"We're not detectives, bro. We have no right."

"There's a missing person. We're simply canvassing known areas of frequenting and alerting citizens of the fact."

"Uh huh. And this has nothing to do with impressing a certain bartender personally associated with the case?"

"I just want to help if I can."

"While you're off duty? After the captain told us in front of this bartender and his friend that all the evidence we had was circumstantial."

"Shut up," Fitz said as they arrived at the front door. As he knocked, the door swung open. They looked at each other then into the house. Fitz partially stepped in a bit and peered around.

"Fitz, we can't just go in," Virgil whispered loudly, grabbing his partner by the shoulder.

"This is the police!" Fitz called out, stepping further in. "We're canvassing the area and noticed that your door was unlocked. Is everything ok?"

"What are you doing?!"

"It's a knock and announce now," Fitz said over his shoulder. "Just checking on the well-being of the homeowner."

"Who happens to be the only suspect we have in a missing person case."

"Check for signs of foul play," Fitz said as he turned on his flashlight and roamed around the living room. His foot kicked over a wallet on the floor. He grabbed a Kleenex from the coffee table and picked up the wallet. There was nothing in the wallet but a driver's license: Monica Wilson's.

"Everything seems to check out," Virgil said, coming in from the kitchen. "No signs of foul play."

"Look at this," Fitz said, offering up the wallet.

"Someone cleaned her out. No credit cards, no nothin'. Must've been someone she knew."

Fitz noticed a framed picture on the wall of Monica Wilson with her arm around a young woman in graduation robes. He frowned: the last person seen with Eddy was a blond and neither of them were.

"Oh I know!" Virgil said after a moment of studying the picture with Fitz.

"What's that?"

"I know who she looks like. The red head? Looks a lot like Megan Fox."

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Volume 4 is closing up this week. Catch up on what you missed here:

Volume 1 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five

Volume 2 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five

Volume 3 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five


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