Mystery, Part III

“McNulty, you’ll never guess what I just discovered,” Herc shouted.
“What is it? Did you find any leads to where Barksdale is?” McNulty said.
“No, but look at this. That clue that Barksdale left us, Blue Ave.”
“There is no street in the whole city by that name.”
“It’s not a street. Look at this, if you turn the letters into numbers on a phone, you get the number 258-3283. I looked up the number, and it is registered to one D’Angelo Barksdale, Avon’s brother.”
“Well I’ll be damned. Let’s go.”
“Not so fast, Jimmy. The mayor has decided that he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his son, so he has given us the ten million dollar ransom money that he asked for, just in case. Barksdale wants us to leave the money in a briefcase down the street from this address.”
“So we’re going to give him the money and then catch him when tries to go home?”
“Exactly. This son of a bitch doesn’t have any chance.”
McNulty and Herc got the briefcase delivered to them by the mayor’s body guards. On their way out the door of the precinct they ran into Jessica Davis.
“Officers, I heard that they were going to give the ransom to Barksdale in exchange for the mayor’s son. You can’t do this. You can’t let him get away with this” she said. Herc put the briefcase down and walked over to her.
“Look ma’am, we’ve got this covered, you don’t have to worry.”
“Well then I want to come with you,” she told Herc.
“Absolutely not, we’ll take care of this.” Jessica stormed off, carrying her bag behind her. When the officers got to the drop point, they slid the suitcase in the garbage can and waited in hiding for Barksdale to pick it up. But nothing happened. They waited for an hour and still nothing happened.
“Attention all units, break into Barksdale’s house and find out what’s going on” McNulty said into his walkie talkie. When the police officers stormed the house they found the mayor’s son tied up in the kitchen, but they did not find anyone else. McNulty arrived at the house to talk to the mayor’s son.
“What happened to you, son? Where’s Barksdale?” McNulty said.
“Who?” he asked. “The last thing I remember I was in a club dancing with some red headed girl. She told me her name was Lauren. Then when I drove home she grabbed me from behind and tied me up, and then brought me to this house.” McNulty’s eye went wide, and he grabbed his walkie talkie.
“Herc, I need you to check the briefcase.”
“No, problem, Jimmy,” he said. He opened it up and it was empty. “Shit, Jimmy, there’s nothing in here.”
“I think we just lost, Herc,” Jimmy said. The next week a body identified as Avon Barksdale turned up on the street. He died of a drug overdose. They searched around for a girl named Jessica Davis, but turned up nothing.