She was right. It didn’t make sense for Marconi to display the bodies. It would have been less headache for him to make them disappear. He wouldn’t do it just to play a cat and mouse game. He wasn’t that careless. She was right about another thing too. They needed to nail Marconi by the book or he would still win by corrupting good cops, He glanced over at her in the passenger side of the car. Her feet were propped up while she nonchalantly sipped at her coffee. It was a sight that he could get used to. She really didn't have a clue how amazing she was, she had no idea how much of an internal struggle it was  for him to maintain control of himself around her, but he did. He did it for her and for them both,<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“I can get behind what you’re saying. We can’t let our opinion of Marconi or our need to nail his ass compromise our methods. That and if we do it like that and he’s innocent, we left a killer on the street.”</span>He would have to make sure the evidence against Marconi was solid.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“And tits have nothing to do with being a good cop, A good cop needs balls. You got those in spades partner and don’t let them make you think any different..The kind of balls to stick to your guns and do it by the book, no shortcuts. Now let's go get our balls broke by Chief Ballbreaker.”</span>He knew they were gonna get an ass chewing. It went without saying. He was more worried about not having a damn thing to offer in their defense.<br/><br/>He pulled into the parking space and shut off the car. He looked at her her and shrugged like, let's just get it done. He then got out the vehicle and met her around the car to head inside. They entered through the front entrance and navigated the madness that usually surrounded the front desk. The worst scum in the city lined the benches in the front foyer waiting for their turn to be processed. The sound of shackles and handcuffs being tested were a constant. The shouting and lewd derogatory remarks were the only language spoken. Nobody in their right mind wanted to work this precinct unless they planned on moving up the ladder. This precinct had more than its share of corrupt cops but it also made some of its best. Never a dull moment.<br/><br/>He took the stairs instead of the elevator. The elevators were always crowded and he was focussed on Steele right now. They reached the door to the third floor where their bullpen would be. He opened the door for Missy and motioned with a small wave of his hand in the direction of the open door.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“Lady balls first,”</span>He laughed and followed behind her to Steele’s office. There was no use putting it off so they went straight in. Brannigan still had a bit of a grin on his face when they walked in.<br/><br/>“What the fuck you grinning about Brannigan! You find something funny about a serial killer running loose in your city? I sure as hell don’t! Tell me you have a lead, a hunch, anything that doesn’t have to do with Marconi! His lawyers are threatening lawsuit if we so much as glance in his direction! If you even say his name you better make sure whatever you have will stick like superglue to his ass!”<br/><br/>He looked over at Missy then back at Steele.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“I know it's not looking good but we haven’t exhausted all of our options. Somebody is talking. We’ll find them. I still have a few people that I can talk to. We aren’t fucking with Marconi but he is still a person of interest. I know how shit works but he isn’t getting a by just because he tossed a few threats around. We’re staying on point, unbiased.”</span>He knew it was going to take more than that to get Steele off their ass but at least it was something instead of nothing.<br/><br/>Once he had said his piece, Brannigan silenced himself to give his partner a chance to say her piece.