47 hrs and 25 mins

     So I found the house where the girl and her family live, they live in a townhouse over in New York city on Charles Street. Which is only about twenty-four minutes from the 78th precinct, here in Brooklyn.
    “ HEY RICO” I shout towards the break room. I hear a crash like something got dropped and Rico’s handsome Puerto Rican face peeks around the corner.
     “ Yo, what up Phoebe,” he says
“ You wanna check out a possible murder and kidnapping with me, try not to get too excited it was probably just a wack job tip.”
     “ I mean some wack job tips pan out sometimes but I’m totally down to check it out with you because it is so much better than watching Locke and Porter eat like disgusting animals,” he says with a chuckle.
    “ Like disgusting animals, they are disgusting animals no doubt about it. Just ask Jenna.” I say with a laugh. Rico walks out of the break room and heads over to his desk to grab his badge and gun from the drawer. I turned around and put my police jacket on.
    “ By the way, I’m driving so suck it up,” I say sassily. Rico groans loudly in protest and shuffles along behind me reluctantly.
     “Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool, no doubt no doubt.” he says rapidly “Just one problem, you have a motorcycle.”
    “Yea I know why do you think we are taking your car,” I respond with a smirk. Rico hates it when I drive his car, he claims it’s because I’m a maniac and don’t know how to drive a regular automobile like a Honda. When we get to the car I get in and pull away from the precinct thinking and wondering about what we were going to find at the Hart girl's house.