Jamie retrieved the list of addresses and codes from her phone and scanned it until she found 313. Connor and Hank hovered over her shoulder.

Hank sighed, squinting at the phone.

"Out of all the musty paper in that joint, you just had to take a picture of the one we needed. Shit, we got lucky."

"It's not a club. It's an abandoned warehouse," Connor reported, searching the address.

Jamie tucked her phone away.

"So Hank, what should we do?"

He tucked his thumbs inside his jacket pockets.

"We scout the area and see what we find."

"You three, in my office!" Fowler called.

Connor and Jamie traded concerned glances. Hank just looked annoyed. Hank and Jamie took a seat while Connor closed the glass door behind them.

"What's going on, Fowler? We were on to something."

Fowler didn't take his eye off his terminal screen, swiping files and pictures left and right.

"We're conducting a huge drug bust tonight. Gavin has a solid lead. I want Jamie and Connor there."

"Hold on a goddamn minute! We have a possible serial killer on the loose! Two people dropped dead in the past two days! We can't lose the trail now!"

"Hank, we're talking about busting almost 6 of the biggest red ice dealers in one place! They'll be fish in a barrel. This is a good opportunity for Connor and Jamie to learn how this kind of operation works in person! Besides, Gavin needs a partner on this. It would be less suspicious if he wasn't alone."

"You don't need both of them," snapped Hank.

Jamie bowed her head. Connor watched her, curious.

Fowler leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead.

"Jesus, why don't you ever make anything easy for me-"

"I can go," Jamie said flatly, raising her head to Fowler. "I need the experience."

He raised his eyebrows and hands.

"It's settled then."

"Jamie, hold on-"

Standing, Jamie asked, "Do I report to Detective Reed, sir?"

Fowler nodded. She left without another word, letting the door gently swing closed behind her. Hank didn't take his eyes off Jamie through the glass walls until she disappeared around the corner.

"You seem preoccupied," Connor said after observing Hank staring at his blank terminal for five minutes.

Hank sighed, reaching for the box of donuts on his desk. Connor laid his hand lightly on the lid.

"Are you worried about Jamie?"

Hank crossed his arms.

"I think I fucked up back there. Might have hurt her feelings."

Connor tilted his head.

"Why do you say that? She volunteered."

Hank busied his hands by moving items around his desk.

"Only because she thought I didn't want to work with her on this case." 

Connor replayed the conversation. It's reasonable to assume that conclusion.

"I don't think this incident will affect your professional relationship with her."

Hank cocked an eyebrow. "You obviously never worked with a woman before."

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That night, Hank and Connor were surprised to see that the abandoned warehouse was not so abandoned. There were people lined up at the door with bouncers checking them in. Bass-heavy music can be heard from the street.

"Well, shit," Hank murmured. Reaching into the back seat, he grabbed a winter hat and jacket and handed them to Connor. "Cover your LED and lose the uniform."

The two of them walked past the line of shivering girls wearing high heels, short dresses, and skirts, and men yelling at them to get in the back of the line.

"Line's that way," the muscular bouncer growled. Hank raised his badge.

"Lieutenant Hank Anderson, Detroit police. This is my partner, Connor. We're investigating a homicide."

The bouncer stared at both of them hard. For a moment, Connor was concerned that they weren't going to be let through. Then, without a word, the bouncer stepped aside. Connor nodded his thanks and went through the club's doors. Immediately, the bass vibrated through his body to the point where it felt like a biocomponent or two were malfunctioning. Lights flashed in his face, and he struggled to move through the crowd of dancing people.

"I'll see what I can find!" Connor shouted as a group pushed their way towards the bar.

"I'm going to talk to the bartender and see what he knows!"

They parted ways, and Connor was swept by the sea of bodies. 

After a half hour of searching for evidence, Connor met Hank back at the bar, empty-handed.

"There's nothing here," Connor groaned, frustrated. "Maybe this is just a club."

The bartender placed a drink on a napkin by Hank. Connor gawked at him.

"Relax, it's just for appearances. We don't want to stand out."

Connor flipped his coin in the air, resisting the urge to have it flick across his hands as rapidly as his thoughts were bouncing off each other.

"I don't understand. Why the secrecy if there isn't anything special about this place?"

"People do weird shit just to keep things interesting. Maybe this club changes location every month to make it seem like a big deal."

"I have a bad feeling about this. We're missing something."

Hank leaned towards him.

"Like what?"

"Jamie."

"What?"

Connor pointed where he spotted Jamie's face just a moment before. Gavin's head was a little ways ahead of her.

"What the fuck are they doing here?"

"Is the bust happening here?"

Before Hank could answer, Connor was moving his way through the crowd, trying not to lose sight of Jamie and Gavin.

"Connor, wait! They're undercover. You don't want to expose them."

Gavin wore his normal attire but Jamie was almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were lined with dark makeup, and her curly hair was down and swept to the side. She wore a grey form-fitting sleeveless top underneath her leather jacket, matching padded finger-less gloves, and black leggings with her boots. She looked equally strong and feminine.

Gavin greeted and embraced a man.

Michael Breiner
Arrested for illegal gambling and grand theft auto

"But it wouldn't hurt to stand by," Hank continued, moving off to the side to get a better vantage point. The three of them talked for several minutes before going through a door labeled "Maintenance".

"I don't like this." Connor flipped the coin rapidly between his hands.

"I don't like it either."

Hank surveyed the area before casually walking towards the door Gavin and Jamie disappeared into with Connor on his heels. To neither of their surprise, the door was electronically locked.

"Think you can hack it?" Hank moved so that he blocked Connor from prying eyes.

"I can try." The skin on Connor's hand seeped away before he placed it on the touchpad. It was more challenging than he anticipated but eventually it gave a satisfying click.

"Maybe we were looking in the wrong place. Here, take this. That way we can stay in touch."

Hank offered a small ear piece. 

"When the bust starts, shit's going to hit the fan and there's going to be a lot of bodies so be careful."

"You too, Lieutenant."