Fic for notacargojet
Newly promoted Detective Parkman watched the detective outside the interrogation room for a moment before approaching him. “Hey, Jim,” he said with his charming smile. “They’ve switched some stuff around, this is my case now.” He reinforced it with a mental command: Everything’s in order. You don’t want this case anyway.
Jim let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Matt. I didn’t want to be mixed up in this mob shit, anyway.” He clapped Matt on the back as he moved off down the hall.
Matt listened carefully-with more than his ears-to make sure he was gone, and there was no one else nearby. Then he turned off the camera pointed at the suspect and entered the room, taking his most officious cop pose in the doorway. “Nathan Petrelli. Son of Arthur Petrelli, mafia overlord. One of his most heavy hitters, I’ve heard.” The man glared up at him, pulling at his cuffs. “I just want to ask you a few questions.” He sat down in the chair across from him. “First… does your father know you’re here?” With that, he couldn’t help himself and burst out laughing.
Nathan rolled his eyes. “Cut the crap, Matt, and cut me loose.”
“Hey, we have to follow the proper channels. Some help I’d be if I got locked up for freeing a hardened criminal. Don’t worry, they’ll decide you don’t know anything. With few nudges in the right direction…” He grinned. “You’ll be on your way home in no time. This won’t even be on your record. Give my best to your dad, will you?”
It was as easy as he claimed, and a couple hours later, Nathan Petrelli was strolling out the door. And Matt Parkman had earned himself a hefty bonus from his real boss. And, possibly, the friendship of the boss’s son. He’d have to work on keeping that.
Jim let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Matt. I didn’t want to be mixed up in this mob shit, anyway.” He clapped Matt on the back as he moved off down the hall.
Matt listened carefully-with more than his ears-to make sure he was gone, and there was no one else nearby. Then he turned off the camera pointed at the suspect and entered the room, taking his most officious cop pose in the doorway. “Nathan Petrelli. Son of Arthur Petrelli, mafia overlord. One of his most heavy hitters, I’ve heard.” The man glared up at him, pulling at his cuffs. “I just want to ask you a few questions.” He sat down in the chair across from him. “First… does your father know you’re here?” With that, he couldn’t help himself and burst out laughing.
Nathan rolled his eyes. “Cut the crap, Matt, and cut me loose.”
“Hey, we have to follow the proper channels. Some help I’d be if I got locked up for freeing a hardened criminal. Don’t worry, they’ll decide you don’t know anything. With few nudges in the right direction…” He grinned. “You’ll be on your way home in no time. This won’t even be on your record. Give my best to your dad, will you?”
It was as easy as he claimed, and a couple hours later, Nathan Petrelli was strolling out the door. And Matt Parkman had earned himself a hefty bonus from his real boss. And, possibly, the friendship of the boss’s son. He’d have to work on keeping that.