Sam and Jake nod, the latter more enthusiastically. "All these photos are the people Spider-man helped, or the cops he helped them with. We put it up with everyone's permission as a sign of hope, for our officers, our precinct, our people". He leans in, taking a closer look of all the pictures, plenty of them signed, spotting the many selfies of officer's he's spotted in his time here with Spider-Man. "But now that hope is gone".
Everyone turns back from the wall to Montoya. "Most of the people we've brought in aren't criminals, half of them cry of regret in our cells or interrogation rooms". Renee sighs, pulling the picture of her with Spider-Man from the wall. "Spider-Man didn't just deter criminals, he was a beacon of hope and inspiration to Queens, someone who believed people wouldn't succumb to their worst instincts or habits. Now that he's gone, that this hope is gone, people who otherwise wouldn't grow more desperate, reckless, dangerous".
"That's why we're here", Terry repeats, "the 99 is helping the 111, the 98 is helping the 110, the 94 and the 108. They even brought on some trainees from the academy to help out with the extra workload". It's their sixth day over, alternating around their detectives.
"How can this have gone downhill so quickly? How was it the video? And why aren't other boroughs this affected?", Sam mumbles, each question coming out as it came up. Terry coughs, "I mean, we got Prowler, Jessica Jones, even that new guy I think Deadpool was his name?", Jake nods energetically as always, "And Iron Fist, Daredevil and Punisher often sneak on down to Brooklyn, so we got that too".
"And this is not the first time this happened" Montoya adds with solemn grit. "What do you mean?", Sam and Terry ask in unison. She frowns, "Like a year ago, Spider-Man went off the grid for 2 weeks, there were no reports, no visuals, no nothing", She recounts, reminiscing at her past. "I was detective back then, crime rates went up 19% by the time he came back".
They walk back to the bullpen, running into a smirking Rosa filling out some paperwork. "Rosa, finally got him to spill?", Jake smirks. "His guts maybe", She stands from her temporary desk, "He didn't break, he broke down. Took me 30 minutes to calm him enough to get some info out of him".
"Did you do it again Rosa?", Terry asks, disappointed emphasis on 'again'. She scowls, "Didn't even get a chance to Jeffords", She looks around and spots Sam, "What's the little birdie doing here?".
"Nice to see you too Rosa", Sam rolls his eyes, her aggressive smirk reminding him a little too much of Nat. Rosa shrugs, "Sorry to cut this little meeting short, but I have a witness I gotta grill up at the Barracks in Fort Totten", she nods, trying to walk out. Sam steps forwards, between her and the door, "Mind if I tag along, that's my next stop anyways", he suggests. "So long as you're in the car by the time I start the engine I don't care".
He runs out behind Rosa, waving back at Jake and Terry as he disappears from view. "What are you two looking at!", Montoya scolds, "I got a B&E in Francis Lewis Boulevard". Both turn to her, like deers in headlights. "Go Go Go!".
"So why are you looking into Spider-Man?", Rosa asks half way into their ride. "How did you-" Sam looks at her shocked, only for a second thought- "Right, you're Rosa". She smirks, "Correct. And you're looking into Spider-Man. Why?". Sam sighs, Rosa's abrasive directness always intense, "It's been pointed out to us we might have been wrong about the Spider, so we're doing extra research".
She grunts, "Ok, now try it without the qualifiers", she demands, speeding down the hallway. He sighs even deeper this time, in surrender. "We made a mistake, but to fix it we gotta figure out how first". Chuckling, she replies, "Want my 2 cents?". Sam nods at her offer, Rosa's opinions rarely heard but always worth listening to.
Clearing her throat, she starts. "Just from what I've seen this week, Spider-Man might as well have been a member of the Queens police. Helped in everything from back-alley robberies to full scale kidnapping and drug trafficking. He went out of his way to help people and cared so little about praise and attention that it took 2 years for you guys' attention to land on him", she challenged.

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