The younger of the two detectives looked more like a model than a cop; tall, attractive and dapper as hell. The older man on the other hand was unmistakably a cop. It was something about how he wore the suit. He somehow didn’t look dressed up. The older man smiled and extended a hand to Ophilia.

“Good morning, Ms. DiSantiago. Det. Carl Ferris, HCPD. This is my partner, Detective Zachary Chippe.”

"Good morning detectives." Ophilia returned with an easy smile as she shook his hand. Only the large mahogany desk separated them and she was quite curious as to why they were there.

She took a moment to sit down and gestured for them to do the same.  "How can I help you today?"

“We need to speak to one of your employees regarding one of our investigations. Otis Reynolds. Is he on the premises by any chance?”

One slender eyebrow quirked upwards at the question and her posture became stern.  The pretty DiSantiago turned all business in a heartbeat as the mother hen in her emerged. Her delay caused the younger detective a bit of discomfort, while the veteran officer pushed on.

“I believe he goes by the nickname Jag.”

"Jag." Ophilia tasted the word carefully as it came out. "Otis Reynolds. Detectives, as you can imagine, I am responsible for quite a few of my family's business endeavors. We have a lot of people on our payroll, and unfortunately I can't be certain where he is. If you could give me a few moments, though, I'd be happy to look into it?"  She tilted her head politely as she waited.

"I believe we can help you with that," Det. Chippe said as he struck a dramatic pose which made his elder partner wince, "He also goes by the name Soldier Boy."

"Excuse me?" Ophilia said with enough feigned surprise that it rang true. "Soldier Boy? I know Soldier Boy, but his given name isn't something that our staff is aware of. If you want to see Soldier Boy, that I can arrange.  ...but I'm in no position to confirm that he's one in the same as the gentleman you're looking for." Her tone was easy as she offered up what she could.

"We appreciate the delicacy of the situation," Det. Ferris said. "We'll protect the man's identity as much as we can. If, that is, he is who we think he is. We certainly could be wrong."

"No we aren't", Chippe said. "We have the..." Ferris gave Chippe a withering stare to mute the younger detective.

"I will tell you, though.  If you aren't certain on this identity bit, I can't imagine that Soldier Boy will appreciate being taken off of assignment for this.  ...and Soldier Boy is surly enough on a good day.  Are you sure you want me to find him for you?"

"Please," Ferris said.

"Very well." Ophilia replied with a perfunctory smile as she stood up.  "Give me a few moments and I'll get Soldier Boy's where abouts. I am not, however confirming that he is this, Otis Reynolds that you're looking for. Our team psychiatrist is the only one that holds onto that confidential information." She waited for some sort of acknowledgment before taking her exit which Det. Ferris supplied with a nod.

Ophilia shut the door quietly behind her, and asked for Bastian to keep an eye on it before heading deeper into the Cathedral.  Her first stop was the training room, it was Soldier Boy's usual haunt this time of day. The room was empty and there was no sign that he'd been there recently.  On a hunch she made her way to his living quarters and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who the hell is it?"

"Jag, it's me.  Phi."  

"It's unlocked, come on in." Ophilia entered to find no one in sight. A gruff and familiar voice came from deeper within the apartment. "What can I do you for, princess?"

"You have visitors." She said softly.  "...actually Otis Reynolds has visitors.  It's a couple of detectives and they seem to have made a connection back to Soldier Boy.  Is there anything going on that I should know about, Jag?"

"God damn it. Now what?" There was a long pause, followed by a wet plunk, followed by the toilet flushing, followed by Soldier Boy coming out of the bathroom buckling his belt. "There's a guy writing a book about me and he's figured stuff out. I was hoping to handle it without involving you or the other Con-kwis-ta-dories, but it looks like it's turning into a thing. I got no problem talking to them. Where they at?"

Ophilia lifted a delicate brow and studied the team elder for a moment before replying. "They're in my office.  ...but are you sure you should talk to them?  I'm happy to contact our team's counsel and have them run requests through him. I just don't want you getting in over your head. How big of a deal could this be?"

Soldier Boy shrugged. "Damned if I know, but there's no such thing as bad publicity. Right? Now, let's get down there. I've never hid from the cops and I'm not about to start."

"I wouldn't say that." Ophilia said in a dry defeated voice.  "Just don't dig too big of a hole."

"Calm down, Princess," Soldier Boy said as he opened his apartment door and motioned Ophilia through. "How bad could it be?"

"That's exactly what I was wondering." Ophilia replied as she smiled up at him.  "How bad can it be, Jag?"

"Calm down. You worry too much."

A few minutes later, Soldier Boy marched into Ophilia's office and greeted the detectives with a smile, while his boss settled her petite form into her chair. "Morning, boys. I hear you're asking about my good friend Jag Reynolds. How can I help you?"

The older detective returned the smile. "Morning, sir. I'm Det. Ferris and this is Det. Chippe."

Soldier Boy turned to Det. Chippe and chuckled. "Chippy? Seriously?"

The younger detective seemed a bit put off by that. "Soldier Boy, could you please explain your relationship with Otis Reynolds?"

"We're fuck buddies," Soldier Boy said, causing princess to wince. "We go at it hot and heavy."

Det. Ferris fought a smile. "Sir, we have a large body of evidence which indicates that you are Otis "Jag" Reynolds."

"Come on, guys," Soldier Boy said. "Where's the usual decorum? We're supposed to dance around the secret ID thing. You know, pretend we don't know with a wink and a nod?"

"Do you know a man named Geoff Geoffery?" Chippe asked.

"Yeah, he's a little pain in the ass that's writing a book about me. Did he really tell you who I am?"

"Not in so many words." Chippe handed Soldier Boy a crime scene photo of a naked dead man slumped against a shower wall. Several ugly bullet holes decorated his chest. The man was Geoff Geoffery.

Soldier Boy stared at the photo as he sat. "Fuck me."