It was starting to get late, as the fights continued on it became evident that the adrenaline rush from earlier was quickly fading. Excitement in the basement was slowly beginning to die down. The losers were going home, some with their Pokémon and some without, such is the reality of this business, and it was not coming down to a few who had managed to stay in the fights long enough.<br/><br/>There were only two more fights left until it was time to officially call it a day.<br/><br/>Jessica was very pleased with how the night had gone. Everything had gone so smoothly, with a few rowdy spectators and sore losers that had to be escorted out. In total, she had earned close to a few thousand, not bad for an impromptu gathering if she had to say so herself. Perhaps her father would change his mind about this being a bad idea once he sees the profit she had made. She could already picture the family rolling in dough like the city has never seen before. The picture was absolutely gorgeous, a real dream come true, to put it one way. The only unfortunate thing was that Benjamin had been unable to participate in the fights because of those rowdy people.<br/><br/>They had to cause a scene, being somewhat destructive. Since they had told her that they refused to leave the little Growlithe had to kindly escort them out.<br/><br/>“It’s getting late, Jess. Should we wrap things up?” Asked a man named Fredric, who always showed up at fights. He was known pretty well around here for his uncanny ability to tell whenever someone was cheating. Jessica kept him around since, needless to say, that little talent was quiet useful, and usually have him ten percent of the profit.<br/><br/>She nodded and smiled softly. “I was thinking the same thing. Let’s start closing down for the night.” Before the man could even say anything, he was handed his money. His disappearance afterward was proof that was just what he had been waiting for all of this time, and explained his slight impatience. Fredric was a greedy little fuck, always has been, as long as there was money he would do what he was told. In a way, it was actually quite useful. When someone was motivated by money they were also easily manipulated. She didn’t really trust him to do her dirty work, but he was reliable in what she did trust him to take care of. As far as Jessica was concerned, he could take his money; she got what she wanted in the end. That was really all she cared about.<br/><br/>Clearing a spot for herself in the center of the area, Benjamin at her side, she gave a short closing speech and announced the winner, then got to work cleaning everything. A few people were rounded up to begin cleaning everything up. Several more, and a few Pokémon, made sure that the crowd left the basement through the back way instead of through the bar. It was going to be a long job, but she trusted the people would make it look spotless and keep hidden what needed to be hidden from the cops. It was always difficult to know when they would decide to come sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong. Her father would be beyond furious if police started to poke around the family businesses. She would also get a lecture, and most likely be punished in some way that she knew better than to test and find out.<br/><br/>Once everything was in order, Jessica tossed some berries to Benjamin and gave him a light pat on the head. “I’ll see you later.”<br/><br/>Heading back upstairs, she said good night to Matt and went outside to walk home.<br/><br/>--------------------------<br/><br/>Charles laughed a little, giving Tommy a pat on the shoulder. “Well, you’re right about that, but, hey, I had to get you out of that bar somehow. The Chief was reluctant to let me come grab you at all; he wanted to just have me do the case alone.” He gave a shrug, pulling his coat around him a little more. It was starting to get really late and he would much rather be at home snuggled up with his Dewott. If he didn’t need the money, he would have turned this case down. He felt it was a bit of a waste of time anyway though he would never say that to the Chief’s face. “But I’m feeling generous. You know, Tommy, I can be a very generous person when I want to be.”<br/><br/>Oh, that was only somewhat true; Charles Grantley was actually selfish motherfucker. He lies and cheats to get his way. His experience with the BCPD only amounted to about five years, compared to those who have been around closer to ten, some longer, but he knew how to finagle pretty well.<br/><br/>“You can come on this case with me.” He continued, suddenly a little more energetic than he should be at this hour. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled a piece of paper with a list of addresses on it and a small notepad. “Earlier in the day, a huge shipment of drugs had been stolen from a store on the east end of Cooper Street. The Chief believes it might be tied in with the Dawson family but I really can’t say for sure. I missed the owner of the store the other day, they were ill apparently, so I’ll need you to go out to that first address tomorrow.” The list was handed to Tommy carefully. “Now, I’m beat so I’m heading to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”