hmm, more backstory. from the first time peter got arrested. (don't bother googling the detectives; i don't read or watch anything that takes place in chicago, so i'm kind of snatching names out of thin air. nyc, boston, new orleans, la, dc, i got detectives and/or feds there, but chicago, no.)
he runs pevensie through the system without really expecting to find anything. maybe some sealed juvenile stuff, but even that's pushing it. peter pevensie has a reputation, but that reputation has said he's never got caught, at least till now.
he's a little surprised when he gets a hit off a missing persons case a couple states over in finchley. it's ten years old, says pevensie went missing along with his brother and two sisters, and none of them have been seen since. of course, the cops weren't looking for a quartet of runaways; they've been looking for a quartet of con artists.
still, one out of four missing chidlren found is something, even when the news is that your missing child has been arrested for grand larceny and is suspected for ohsomuch more -- also, the going straight to jail for a solid five year sentence, three years with parole for good behavior -- so detective butler glances at the clock and picks up the phone.
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finchley isn't really a town where they get a lot of serious crime -- a handful of minor crime, of course, but not a lot of missing persons and they haven't had a murder in twenty years before grant street, even despite the mob presence in the town; the falcones keep a pretty low profile, relatively speaking. so when four kids go missing the same night two people die, mclaughlin remembers that, even if it has been a decade since then.
still, ten years and there hasn't been hide nor hair of the pevensie kids since. he's tired of having to tell helen pevensie, no, there hasn't been any news, even though the one time he'd done so he'd been staring at a wanted poster, john and jane doe wanted in connection with an attempted robbery in atlantic city, new jersey, sketches that might be peter and susan pevensie a couple years down the line looking back at him.
he picks his desk phone up on the first ring. "detective mclaughlin, finchley pd," he says.
"this is detective brian butler, chicago robbery-homicide. are you the dick who worked the pevensie case about ten years ago?"
"yeah," mclaughlin says, sitting up. "why?"
"i've got one of them in custody. peter pevensie. he's about to do a nickel for grand larceny."
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the pevensie parents take it about well as can be expected -- there's not much you can say to finding out your missing-for-a-decade, wanted-in-connection-to-two-deaths eldest child has taken his juvenile delinquency to a new level and dragged his younger siblings into it too.
"i knew it," mr. pevensie grumbles, and mclaughlin makes an apologetic motion with his hands. he remembers driving home an eight-year-old peter pevensie who'd ripped off a drug store when he'd still been a uniform.
mrs. pevensie's reaction is a little more expected. "can we see him?" she asks. "is there any news of the others?"
according to butler, peter had pled guilty rather than plea-bargained for a lighter sentence and given up his accomplices -- probably his siblings, if their pattern held true.
explaining to the pevensie parents that their son had outright refused to let his parents visit him in jail is one of the hardest things mclaughlin's ever done, and that includes coming to the door the day the pevensies had gone missing and asking for peter, saying that a gangbanger named niccolo carlotti and a security guard named james hanson were dead and that peter was a known associate of carlotti's. and then: peter's not here. none of them are here.
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he runs pevensie through the system without really expecting to find anything. maybe some sealed juvenile stuff, but even that's pushing it. peter pevensie has a reputation, but that reputation has said he's never got caught, at least till now.
he's a little surprised when he gets a hit off a missing persons case a couple states over in finchley. it's ten years old, says pevensie went missing along with his brother and two sisters, and none of them have been seen since. of course, the cops weren't looking for a quartet of runaways; they've been looking for a quartet of con artists.
still, one out of four missing chidlren found is something, even when the news is that your missing child has been arrested for grand larceny and is suspected for ohsomuch more -- also, the going straight to jail for a solid five year sentence, three years with parole for good behavior -- so detective butler glances at the clock and picks up the phone.
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finchley isn't really a town where they get a lot of serious crime -- a handful of minor crime, of course, but not a lot of missing persons and they haven't had a murder in twenty years before grant street, even despite the mob presence in the town; the falcones keep a pretty low profile, relatively speaking. so when four kids go missing the same night two people die, mclaughlin remembers that, even if it has been a decade since then.
still, ten years and there hasn't been hide nor hair of the pevensie kids since. he's tired of having to tell helen pevensie, no, there hasn't been any news, even though the one time he'd done so he'd been staring at a wanted poster, john and jane doe wanted in connection with an attempted robbery in atlantic city, new jersey, sketches that might be peter and susan pevensie a couple years down the line looking back at him.
he picks his desk phone up on the first ring. "detective mclaughlin, finchley pd," he says.
"this is detective brian butler, chicago robbery-homicide. are you the dick who worked the pevensie case about ten years ago?"
"yeah," mclaughlin says, sitting up. "why?"
"i've got one of them in custody. peter pevensie. he's about to do a nickel for grand larceny."
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the pevensie parents take it about well as can be expected -- there's not much you can say to finding out your missing-for-a-decade, wanted-in-connection-to-two-deaths eldest child has taken his juvenile delinquency to a new level and dragged his younger siblings into it too.
"i knew it," mr. pevensie grumbles, and mclaughlin makes an apologetic motion with his hands. he remembers driving home an eight-year-old peter pevensie who'd ripped off a drug store when he'd still been a uniform.
mrs. pevensie's reaction is a little more expected. "can we see him?" she asks. "is there any news of the others?"
according to butler, peter had pled guilty rather than plea-bargained for a lighter sentence and given up his accomplices -- probably his siblings, if their pattern held true.
explaining to the pevensie parents that their son had outright refused to let his parents visit him in jail is one of the hardest things mclaughlin's ever done, and that includes coming to the door the day the pevensies had gone missing and asking for peter, saying that a gangbanger named niccolo carlotti and a security guard named james hanson were dead and that peter was a known associate of carlotti's. and then: peter's not here. none of them are here.
well, they don't take that particularly well.