Harleen Merlyn is the youngest daughter of Malcolm Merlyn and grew up in Starling City her whole life. Despite being Tommy's younger sister she spent most of her days with the trio; Oliver, Tommy, and Laurel. Although, she was closer with the two bo...
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James Holder. He was the most recent hit on the Hood's list, or at least that's what Detective Lance thought after finding an Arrow there. But, me... I wasn't so sure. I'll admit that the Hood probably made an appearance, but I don't think he was the killer.
"It doesn't make any sense." I shook my head as I looked over the scene before my eyes slowly turned to look at Detective Lance as he walked up to me.
"What doesn't make sense?" He challenged. "Hold was a wealthy dirtbag just like every other one percenter the Hood has killed. Plus we recovered an Arrow from the scene."
"So, he fired off a couple of Arrows and then decided to take him out with a double tap through the heart?" I quirked a daring eyebrow at him and I knew I was right, but Lance was to stubborn to admit he was wrong.
Lance shook his head, "the guy's a whack job, Lieutenant, maybe he figured out there's an easier way to kill people than with a bow and arrow." He closed the file, hitting it into my shoulder as he walked passed and my hands flew up to catch the folder against my chest.
I sighed, flipping through the file for a moment to go over some of the data before closing it softly. This just didn't sit right with me, and I was gonna prove. I wasn't about to let this guy get away with murder because of Lance's hate for the Hood.
I stopped by the station to drop off the file and let ballistics know to call me as soon as the information comes back. I had to meet Oliver and Tommy at some abandoned 'Queen Consolidated' building in the Glades that Oliver had the insane idea to turn into a Night club.
I followed him into the run down building, frowning at the interior of it all. It would take a lot of time, effort, and money. But it was a big space, second floor balcony and rooms, plus in the Queen name. It was a guarantee success.
"What do you think? Great spot for a nightclub or what?" Oliver asked, turning to us with a prompting grin.
"If you're thinking of calling it Queens, I don't think you're gonna get the clientele you were hoping for." I giggled at Tommy's joke, turning to the two boys with my arms crossed.
"I think it's great, Ollie," I smiled sincerely. "Open floor space, second floor lounges."
"Private Office, too," He added and I nodded in his direction as a silent acknowledgement that I heard him, but my eyes were still scanning the room.
"For the private one-on-one meetings, I would imagine."
Oliver, smirked, "Hopefully the occasional two-on-one meeting."
I gaped at him, an incredulous laugh escaping my mouth as I reached out to smack his arm, "guys!" They only laughed, and Oliver reached out to rest a hand against my lower back and tossing me a charming smile at the same time that had me rolling my eyes.
