I see the plot unfolding! The temptation is going to be great to post more than one part per day, but I'll endeavour my hardiest to resist. Just a hint for one of the Pop Culture references... Detective Kerry Warner has a younger brother and an even younger sister. Okay, enjoy, folkses!

Kerry Warner stared across the table in disbelief. Sheila, his partner, reached over, put her hand under his chin, and lifted, shutting his mouth.
“And so,” Jimmy Forsythe was saying, “I'm afraid you're gonna have a hard time even trying to convict my respectable clients here, with the alleged arson.”
Kerry opened his mouth again, to say something, and was kicked in the shins from each side, so he shut his trap.
Wendy Sparkman, A.D.A. in charge of violent crimes, spoke up, “Mister Forsythe, that sounds like the feeble arguments of a man who knows he's already lost. We're done here,” she motioned to the two detectives to rise as she stood herself, and then turned and walked out the door without a look back.
Once out in the hall, she groaned and looked at Kerry and Sheila. “I hate that little toad. You know he's so good at keeping his clients out of jail that he's called, 'The Lockpick' by a lot of them?”
“Uh, Wendy, you okay on this one without us arresting officer types? We have to go on a run halfway across the damn country to pick up some guy in Florida for another case we're working,” explained Kerry.
“Don't forget the files we gotta grab while we're there, Yakko,” put in Sheila Kazuon.
“Oh, yeah, I'll crash and burn — pardon the pun — with or without you on this one,” Wendy said with a sour look. She walked off the other direction then, mumbling to herself about ethics classes in college.
The two headed for their unmarked cruiser. Well, Kerry called it that. Sheila called it his rattletrap of an excuse for a car.
“Pitiful the amount of info on the wire on this case, you read this?” he asked her. When she shook her head he reached into the back seat and grabbed the file printout, then handed it to her. “Read the kidnap part to me then, 'cause I only skimmed.”
She flipped through the pages and read, “Case number eff ell enn vee pee dee dash one nine nine six dash two four six oh one. The state of Florida versus Marlene Ugg on behalf of Lee Ugg. Holy shit is that a real name? Mister Lee Ugg attests that his former wife, one Marlene Ugg, used the visiting privilege as non-custodial parent to abscond — who the hell says, 'abscond,' anyway? — with their two-year old child. Wow. No one will ever accuse these joyboys of constructing testimony, will they? Where we going, anyway?”
“The range,” he answered, “I don't wanna go halfway across the damn country and not have my carrying papers in order. You need to re-cert while we're there?”