Peralta stabbed his waffles thoughtfully. "I swear that dude reminded me of someone."
Amy put down her hoagie. "Who, Ron?"
"Nah, I mean that guy Larry."
Amy remembered Larry; he had spilled coffee all over her pants, and his own pants. She hadn't packed enough pants for this trip if she was going to have to sacrifice a pair every day. "Beats me. Seems pretty useless, though."
"Doesn’t matter, I know who our culprit is. And he (or she) but it was he was right in front of us the whole time."
“Oh, do tell, this should be good,” she said with an eyeroll.
“Let me just dial the chief,” Peralta said, putting on the speakerphone.
The chief’s voice was tin-y over the phone. ”Can this wait? I’m in the middle of some important—”
“Nope. Listen up. We’ve been looking at this entirely wrong. We assumed our guy was on the inside, actually working for the department, but what if that’s our problem? What if the guy we’re looking for isn’t actually part of the Parks department?”
“Can you not stand in the middle of the diner? Sit.”
He sat. “You saw how nervous and weird that Ben Wyatt got around us.”
She twisted her napkin, remembering Wyatt’s insistence that he always donated to the fallen cops fund.
“And why is he even here? He’s not part of the government. He has another job, and yet every time we went there, there he was, watching us like a hawk.”
“Enough with the cliches, Peralta”
“Watching us like a guy who was a little too interested in our case. He’s our guy. He’s the one.”
Brooklyn 99/Parks and Rec crossover
Amy put down her hoagie. "Who, Ron?"
"Nah, I mean that guy Larry."
Amy remembered Larry; he had spilled coffee all over her pants, and his own pants. She hadn't packed enough pants for this trip if she was going to have to sacrifice a pair every day. "Beats me. Seems pretty useless, though."
"Doesn’t matter, I know who our culprit is. And he (or she) but it was he was right in front of us the whole time."
“Oh, do tell, this should be good,” she said with an eyeroll.
“Let me just dial the chief,” Peralta said, putting on the speakerphone.
The chief’s voice was tin-y over the phone. ”Can this wait? I’m in the middle of some important—”
“Nope. Listen up. We’ve been looking at this entirely wrong. We assumed our guy was on the inside, actually working for the department, but what if that’s our problem? What if the guy we’re looking for isn’t actually part of the Parks department?”
“Can you not stand in the middle of the diner? Sit.”
He sat. “You saw how nervous and weird that Ben Wyatt got around us.”
She twisted her napkin, remembering Wyatt’s insistence that he always donated to the fallen cops fund.
“And why is he even here? He’s not part of the government. He has another job, and yet every time we went there, there he was, watching us like a hawk.”
“Enough with the cliches, Peralta”
“Watching us like a guy who was a little too interested in our case. He’s our guy. He’s the one.”