DIVA MEETS DETECTIVE [DANIEL]

Taking a sip of his coffee, he laid back in his chair as he felt satisfaction in nailing down most of the pile of cases he had on his desk. He had spent countless sleepless nights reading over them and writing brief reports, and now it seemed like he finally had a break. However one thing he learned about this place was that you had to take your 'breaks' for granted, and also, that they really didn't last too long. Like now, for instance, as his head tilted up as he heard a knock at the door. Not even half an hour, time to go and buy a bagel or something, if he liked eating bagels? He supposed he would have to take for granted that he was finishing up within the hour, and could relax tonight or chill back with a scotch, or something.

The door opened, ans he assumed a co-worker with more files, however instead a rather beautiful blonde girl walked in, in casual clothes nethertheless. Huh? He thought to himself, trying to regain focus so that it didn't look like he was staring at her freakishly, or something. She knew who he was, but he was still confused how she managed to just come into his office like that? He didn't recall the receptionist telling him of any appointments, at least thats what he thought, anyway. Although she could be slack at times, she was usually on the ball with telling the detectives of any appointments they would have, mainly to see if it worked for them. Although this timing didn't work for him, it seemed like it was a bit late for that. Though looking at her seemed to work for him...What was he thinking?

"Hello? Pardon me for asking, but do I know you? I don't recall having any appointments this afternoon, unless you have other business?" He was curious what 'busines' this woman might have him. It wasn't uncommon for people to come in and speak to officiers about incidents, or things like that. But most of the time those things weren't always spontaneous. He supposed he could let it go for now, seeing as this girl seemed like she needed some help with someone. He wasn't one to knock back the need for help, after all. "Please, sit down, how can I help you Paiten?" Seems like his day just got that much more longer.

He stared at the woman, a slight smirk appeared on his lips at her comment. What could he say exactly? She was probably right, the receptionist was hopeless. It was just a shame it took someone on the outside to come in and say it to him, even though it wasn't his call on what to do with the receptionist or something. The receptionist couldn't even show Paiten to his office, it was just...A lot of strange things about this receptionist which really made him anxious to talk to the boss about replacing her. She didn't even smile too much, and he thought he was the unfriendly one towards other people?

He raised his eyebrow at Paiten's next explanation of events. Well, that wasn't too suspicious, now was it? Sure, she had a pretty good description of what sounds like a potential crime, however how did she, or her 'friend' actually know this? Sure, Paiten explained that her friend stumbled upon it. But how often do people just 'stumble' upon things in this town? "And when we say 'friend' is this just a hypothetical friend so that you don't look suspicious under the law, or does this 'friend' just decide to console in you and have you come and inform the police about it?" He stared at the woman curiously. He wasn't saying she was the one smuggling kids onto the back of the truck or anything, but he just didn't understand how she could have so much information but come to him now, of all times? "Did your friend at least try and call the police? You know, before the crime could actually take place? It can be extremely difficult to track down this person now, as they could've easily dumped the truck, burned it or just made a clean getaway now." He didn't entirely understand why this woman was coming to him now with this information. She was blonde, maybe it was really true what they say about them?

He raised another eyebrow as the woman got up and went to exit, before turning and hinting that it could've involved boats. "Yes, that is a high possibility, which makes things even more complicated as the boat could've gone anywhere. Is there anything else you could think of from what your friend said? We have enough to go on from all of the details your friend provided, but more is never a bad thing." He smiled softly at the girl, though still trying to work this whole bizarre thing out still.

He became quite suspicious of this woman. She didn't look like the 'bad' type, however looks could be decieving in this city, and he didn't trust easily, he had his trust broken in the past, and wasn't about to waltz into some mysterious case he knew nothing about, which could be a trap, and with someone he also didn't know anything about. Apart from a name, which could be one of those hypothetical names, just like her friend apparently was. He was usually very good at reading people, and he wasn't sensing any reason to trust her just let. He wasn't just one of those guys who fell for the beautiful woman and went under their thrall, or something.

He raised an eyebrow as she begun playing with the letter opener on his desk, and looked on in shock as she rested her feet up on the desk. "I'm sorry the chair wasn't comfy enough for you. Would you mind removing your feet from my desk, this is an office and we don't just throw our feet up onto desks whenever we feel like it." He shot her a distrusting glance. People like her just frustrated him, the way they acted and thought they could just do anything, even in a police office. If she actually genuinely wanted to help someone, fine, but the way she was acting just sparked suspicion all about her; how she found her information was one of the main suspicions he was having. Although if true, he would want to solve this case, he just couldn't let it go by on how this woman knew too much. Was she involved, and feeling guilty about it, or something? He wanted answers, and she would soon give him some, one way or another.

Maybe she was right, maybe they were getting sidetracked, but...He was a cop, and part of what a cop does is to get down to every single detail. This woman had a lot of details, but many of them just weren't making too much sense. He sat back in his chair slowly, focusing his glance back on the girl. "Okay. Where abouts did this 'friend' see the act take place? It might give an indication on whether similar offences have taken place in the area, allowing us to create a link between them. Most cases involving theft like that don't just 'happen.' They are commonly linked to other offences in the area leading up to the act." If what this lady was saying was true, he would have some work to do, as he would have to look over some recent files and find connections. Great, just when he thought he finished his heavy reading for the day.

He nodded at her added comment, also wondering how she knew so much about this. "You seem to know a lot about this, is there any reason for that?" He questioned sternly, focusing on the girl to determine if there were any signs of lying or misleading tones to her answers. "They are helpful, yes, however we need more than that to go on. There are many ships which board on a daily basis, we can't just go on a guessing game and check all the ships, we don't have time for that. We can look into where the numberplate you gave us was last sighted, which might help us out. But other than that...We don't have too much at the moment." He smiled softly as he looked at the girl. They would find answers, time was just the key aspect here.