Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo’s latest case is causing some confusion.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Circle’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Ryo groaned. “We’re going in circles.”
Dee would have slammed on the brakes if it weren’t for the fact that causing a pile-up wouldn’t look good on his record. In all his years of driving he’d never been involved in an accident.
“Just how hard did you hit your head?” Ryo had slipped on a patch of ice earlier.
“What’re you talking about? I fell on my ass, not my head, and thanks for reminding me; I’d almost managed to forget that. What’s my head go to do with anything anyway? You’re not making any sense.”
“I’m not makin’ sense? You’re the one talkin’ about gojn’ round in circles on one of the straightest roads in the city.”
“I was talking about this case, you dope! Every time we start in on it from another angle we end up in the same dead end. We’re getting nowhere.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“We’ve got a victim, several possible motives, and no viable suspects. The only people who would have gained from Stoker’s death were either dead, in jail, in hospital, and that one guy was on a plane over the Atlantic at time of death.”
“Any one of ‘em could’ve hired someone else. Except the dead guy.”
“There’s no money trail we can tie to any of them, and how would they have contacted the hitman? We traced phone calls and visitors, and Wilding’s in a coma so we can rule him out completely, along with Blake, because I don’t see him rising from the grave to get revenge. That leaves us three: the one on the plane, Roper, and the Coffey brothers.”
“So there’s gotta be someone else wanted Stoker dead. The ex-wife?”
“We already investigated her; no motive there. She gets nothing from the will and now she won’t be getting child support either. She may be the only person that knew Stoker who benefited from him staying alive.”
“Also won’t be getting anything, not until after the wedding next month. And we’re at a dead end again.”
Dee groaned. “We’re goin’ round in circles.”