Captain Holt stepped out of his office, his expression as unreadable as a granite slab. "Detective Peralta. I trust this sudden outburst of energy is related to the automotive thief you’ve been failing to catch?"
He stopped. On the ground where the quiche box had been, there was a small GPS tracker and a note: The fence’s warehouse address. Check the basement. See you soon, brother. Pontiac BanditBrooklyn Nine-Nine : Season 1 Epi...
The elevator doors at the 99th Precinct slid open, and Detective Jake Peralta was already mid-sentence, his hands waving wildly. Captain Holt stepped out of his office, his
Back at the precinct, Holt looked at the arrest reports for the smuggling ring. "An impressive haul, Detective. But the Bandit remains at large." On the ground where the quiche box had
Jake slammed a grainy surveillance photo onto his desk. "Because today, he left a calling card. He boosted a 2014 Firebird in Bushwick, and the owner found a single, perfect rose on the asphalt. It’s him, Charles. It’s Doug Judy."