Occupation: Private Investigator and Consultant for the NYPD
Affiliation: Associate for the Reapers MC
Birthday: August 12th (Leo)
Faceclaim: Jordan Calloway
Hometown: Boston, Massachusets
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Character Inspiration: Billy Butcher (The Boys), Ray Donovan (Ray Donovan), Sheriff Lucas Hood (Banshee), Omar Little (The Wire), Oliver Putnam (Only Murders in the Building)
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– JUSTIN “JR” RILEY joined the police force at twenty-one, drawn to the structure and authority the badge gave him. That sense of control shattered after a brutal on-duty stabbing left him medically unfit to return, forcing him into early retirement and a quiet spiral. He rebuilt himself by opening a recovery-focused investigative firm, tracking missing people and assets for anyone willing to pay, blurring the line between legal work and gray-area favors. Eventually, he found himself with ties to the Reapers MC and now he walks a dangerous middle ground - consulting for the NYPD while quietly serving as an informant for the club. He gets results no one else can and few know how far he’s willing to go to get them.
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biography
TW: violence, stabbing
the riley's were steady parents who valued education, structure, and stability. Almost a law enforcement family throughout, given that justin's father, his brother and justin himself all joined different versions of it.
jr was the youngest of two brothers, growing up in the shadow of sullivan Riley, who was calm, disciplined, and goal-oriented. Sullivan later joined the Army, becoming the model of order and control in the family, while Justin gravitated toward people and gray areas.
for his part, jr joined the nypd at 21, motivated by a desire to understand how the system worked and to be useful, but most of all to thrive in an environment that he truly enjoyed - he can't do anything that he considers easy. it was in this role that justin began to build a reputation within his community - he was resourceful and often went out of his way to not only close cases, but to make people pay
his life changed one fateful night, when he was supposed to escort a forensic tech a an allegedly previously secured crime scene. the attacker came out of nowhere, first stabbing the forensic tech, max and when jr stepped in, he was stabbed in the shoulder and neck. despite severe injuries and heavy blood loss, justin subdued and killed the suspect on scene.
he was seen as a hero after it, but he suffered lasting nerve damage and physical limitations from the injuries. after extensive rehab and multiple attempts to re-qualify, he failed the department’s physical clearance to return to active duty. after a year of desk duty, he retired early.
it was the community that found him a new way to live; giving him missing people cases, asking for help when the police failed them. business started slow and small, but eventually jr opened his own recovery and investigations office, focused on missing persons, stolen assets, and sensitive private cases.
his connections to the reapers mc went back years, through jake mercer, his best friend. he began giving them information on cases or heads up about possible stings while in the nypd, becoming a trusted intermediary rather than a member in his role as their associate
it was one case that allowed him to develop a working relationship with the NYPD as a civilian consultant. a missing child from the 'wrong' side of town than had almost turned into a cold case until jr and his team found new clues and solved the case. he now assists them in cases as often as he can, an easier way to get information for the reapers and to have more resources for his own firm's cases.
random facts
in a relationship with max - theirs wasn't a love at first sight situation, but rather finding themselves drawn to each other years after the stabbing that made them interact for the first time
collects chess boards and often competes in silly community tournaments around the city
claims he quit smoking every other day, but by nighttime will be in his balcony; cigarette in hand
is a routine person that is never late, never misses an alarm and that needs everything in order or can't function properly
hates working out, but will go to the gym twice a day
for some reason loves instrumental music
do not ask him about pop culture, he can't tell madonna and britney apart but knows too many of their songs
is really good with weapons but prefers hand-to-hand combat
since the stabbing, jr trains harder but his arm often feels numb or hurts. he doesn't hide any of the scars, but hides the pain that he still feels with painkillers
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The stack of reports spread across Cami’s desk had long since stopped resembling organized paperwork and shifted into something closer to a physical manifestation of annoyance. Between the fire marshall report and insurance documents it was all different version of the same fucking problem. The fires had consumed the better part of the last few weeks and at this point she was beginning to suspect the smell of smoke had permanently attached itself somewhere in the back of her mind.
Even now, with Justin seated across from her, her attention remained fixed on the surveillance image pulled up on the laptop beside her coffee cup. Jimmy Adams frozen mid frame outside Giulietta’s service entrance moments before everything went to shit. One hand absently reached for the cigarette that rested untouched beside the ashtray but she made no move to light it just yet. "Find anything?"
Between the walkthroughs at Giulietta's and Second Gear Collective, Justin wanted to say he had a clearer picture of how the fires had went about. Not everything there was to know of it, as he simply didn't have a way to test some of the evidence that he knew, the NYPD already was running through their technology. However, with his keen eye and attention to detail, he had something. "Fire started on the second floor of Giulietta's, near the bathrooms - I'd say whoever started the fire or helped getting the people, knew exactly where they could start it. There's accelerant everywhere, as I'm sure you know." A difference to Second Gear Collective, where the fire seemed to be way more contained and perhaps the reason why less had happened at that location. "There are, at least, two arsonists, Cami. Giulietta's and the MC building look entirely different, even if the same accelerant was used." Justin explained as he sat across from her, a can of Red Bull in one hand, his cellphone in the other.
elijah knew that if anyone could get to the bottom of things or at least a starter it would be justin. though elijah wasn't putting his whole faith into justin , he was smart but he was starting to think whoever did this was smarter. he listened to his words , eyes finally landing on the man before moving onto the bigger picture in front of them. " you really think there's more to this ? " he motioned to the soot under his feet. audible sigh escaped , " get me a clear picture , " it didn't come out as a plea but it almost should have. " i'll double your rate whatever information you can get me. "
"There's always more to it." Justin retorted as he stood in the middle of the room, his gaze slowly moving around the room as he slowly rotated it. Hardest part of a re-tell was to find out where it all started. "You got any CCTV to look at? Could keep you busy while I walk around and find everything." Unfortunately, the process that he was going to start could take longer than it seemed and he needed silence and no distractions, so this was his way of asking for that - not that he expected them to have any footage at a building that was solely made for charity. "I'll find out whatever the police finds, too." He offered in almost reassurance to the other man.
If he were anywhere else he might have rolled his eyes. It was the possibility of Wilson Fowler having his own connections to the case Lucas Callahan had been building against his family. It was a thought fuelled by paranoia, granted, yet he knew he could trust Justin Riley's digging to be thorough and so he pushed it back. For now. "Yeah, set it up." his response communicated everything without the need of elaboration. "I want Fowler gone." it didn't need specifying further, Justin had already indicated he knew how to manage it and Nico held no interest in repetition. It also went without saying he'd make it worthwhile to the consultant. "Before you go, does the name James Adams mean anything to you or the PD?" James Adams, or Jimmy, had worked the night of the fire at Giulietta's. A man that was since awol and one Nico suspected held involvement in the reason his brother was currently in a hospital bed.
Justin offered him a nod - his plan was simple enough, and seeing as he and Nico had been working together for a while now, he had already lined some of it up. He'd update the other man with a text later that week, once it was taken care of. Before he saw it on the news, as it would look as clean as possible. The private detective thought about the name for a moment, never one to answer to quickly. "Not off the top of my head, but I can look around, let you know if he's anywhere in our radar." Keyword was look around and not ask around, as he didn't have enough information about the man in question. "Any context I should add to my search on him?"
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𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 a private investigation firm to be open, but bridget made a habit of stopping by after hours. she’d told her husband she was working late, which was technically true, wasn’t it? she was just trading information with a private investigator. the fires had made everyone look bad, and bee couldn’t afford to walk into breslin’s office, or imani’s, with nothing. justin riley was useful in the way that familiar things are useful, and his hands had their own areas of expertise. she knocked twice, then a third time harder because patience had never been one of her virtues. when the door opened, she looked him over with rain in her lashes and a tote bag full of damp city hall paperwork pulling at her posture. “well i’m fucking soaked now,” she said, though it came out different than it would have with other people, almost accusatory and fondly familiar all at once. she dug into her bag and produced a bottle of whiskey, wet fingers slipping slightly against the glass before she got a better grip, making it clear she was here as much to blow off steam as she was in a professional context. “you want in on this? it’s been a week from hell.”
After hours was when most of the work at Riley & Associates happened, given how busy it could get during the hours where clients came and went throughout the day. Though the job now was busier than ever, it came at the price of Justin's lack of sleeping and often, too, his lack of social life. Not that he had much of one at his previous one, considering he made way more money since he'd left the force. It was one of those nights where everything that was happening was in his head, Justin running probabilities, percentages - instead of genuinely looking specific cases when the knocking finally came. He would lie if he said he didn't know who it was, although nothing about what they did had a routine, for very few people would know he was there so late.
He opened the front door, the end of his lips' movement the only indication of an smile as he let his eyes fall on her; first her eyes and then to the bottle of liquor in her hand. A recipe for disaster, if you asked Justin. Still, he lifted his hand to get a hold of the bottle, not making any effort to touch her fingers nor to pull the bottle from her grasp. "You ever heard of an umbrella?" Or a poncho, though picturing her with one of those seemed almost ridiculous, really. Finally, he let himself smile and stepped aside to let her in, with no plans of leaving her out even if the rain had stopped already. "I have some leftover pizza from dinner," Justin offered as he watched her for a moment and then offered to take the bottle from her silently.
At the mention of Amelia, Chanel raised her brow, already curious to know about the reporter. While it was only one person, whose career was likely to put a target on her back, the woman had to wonder if was able to lend them any helpful information. "It's worth a shot. Maybe if we can figure out the pantheon's motive and why they're targeting specific people, it'll bring us one step closer to finding them."
The thought was probably far too hopeful. And if she was being honest, the amount of organized crime in their community was probably enough reason alone. Everybody had one thing others wanted, and some people would stop at nothing to get their way.
"I doubt that's a possibility." JR admitted, as he was awfully aware of how little it made sense for anyone to target specific people who had no clear connections between them, unless the private detective was missing a lot of information, which could be true. But he would change it. "But anything she tells us will be more than what we have now." Which was nothing - a nightmare for the two of them who were known for meddling when they didn't have to.
he never knew justin to be irritated , he always seemed to have a good head on his shoulders -- it's why he was good with information though his lack of affiliation made him uneasy. however , he was there which he appreciated. " six buildings , all across new york set off at around the same time. " he said turning to look at the man. he had been silently taking in the information provided through he hadn't reached out to anyone but one person. " not yet but i can imagine everyone wants to keep the information to themselves. "
Justin only shrugged. This information was all everyone would be thinking about, talking about and researching about for the next few months if a suspect didn't magically appear. Not only by the factions in the city, but by a world of people behind screens addicted to podcasts, he was sure. Even if it wasn't, JR already had a plan to compare all crime scenes, it was only a matter of seeing who allowed him to work said scenes. "Fire Marshall report should help getting a clearer picture. But I'd like to walk the scene, could probably see things worth looking at that the cops will look into without really telling you." He offered as he looked around the building, its walls still standing but nothing like it looked when full of people that needed the help.
The break from his brother's bedside was one he welcomed, more because of the never ending commentary Romeo was adding to every single movie he watched. There was a point, he could admit, that he wondered what would have happened if his brother's face got burned rather than his hands. There were cons to that, naturally, yet the fact that he'd be as quiet as a fucking mouse potentially could outweigh those. Even so, Romeo was being cared for and that was the main thing, his sister, however, her care was between himself and Justin. The folder and usb placed before him was not one he'd touch, not until left. His focus now was clealrly placed where it needed to be, "and I'm assuming you know where we'd find this partner?" it seemed an obvious question, yet if there were two individuals working on this case, both needed to meet the same fate.
Justin simply nodded, "It was fairly easy to connect him to a CI that still works for a detective in the PD." It wasn't rare for CIs to remain as long-lasting contacts to officers if their cover wasn't blown. In exchange, they received favors like bail out of jail free cards if they ever got caught, their help with getting bigger fish was important for the NYPD, considering that made them look better. "I've never met them, but I know exactly where to find him - could set things up in a way that doesn't come back to any of this fairly easily if that's what you want. Name is Wilson Fowler." His working relationship with the Don came with full transparency, including names in case the other man wanted to do some digging himself.
New York City and those who ran it had security measures for just about anything. Justin knew the city better than most, between growing up in it after his family's move to Boston, to his training as a police officer once. It was hat and his older brother's connections to the underworld that allowed Justin to see a clearer picture than most, despite his alliance to the MC being thinner than what it looked like. Six fires in one night, major fires, was not something that could be contained in a city where people literally lived on top of each other and the only way build things out was up. Out of everything that had happened recently that made Justin curious about the mysterious entity spreading secrets like Gossip Girl, nothing compared to seeing Jake in that hospital bed.
It wasn't a rare sight, given who his best friend was, but it was different because Jake hadn't chosen to start this fight. He had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Despite being nonchalant, JR had thought of that young woman that had lost her life in the very same building that his friend had been at. It could have been anyone. Seeing Jake in better shape after a few days didn't help with JR's newfound interest in the anonymous source of pain and annoyance. "Saw Elijah the other day." Justin murmured as he ploppled down on the couch, a bag of jalapeno chips in his hands, which he offered to the other man silently. "Didn't see him this stressed out since he realized his wife was pregnant with twins."
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JR had more than deep dived into the life and death of Lucas Callahan - he had spent any time that he could on it, simply because at first he had struggled to find anything on the man. That always meant, that more would come out if he just searched hard enough. And sure enough, there it was. A file separated from his case files with information on the Caravelli's. Then Camilla's name jumped at him from his notes, along with a date too close to the agent's death. He placed the folder with a USB on it on the table for Nico to take. "Callahan was very careful, but he still took notes. Names, companies, meetings that included you or your siblings. Nothing solid, but something." He explained, gesturing to the folder. "All of that was in his personal folder, next to his fake passports real IDs. He had a partner, too." JR shrugged, leaning back on his seat. "Two different handwritings in the notes."
elijah had gotten word that the firefighters and nypd had finished their investigation a bit too quickly for his liking but he expected no less when the finer parts of new york went up in flames as well. after they questioned him for a bit too long regarding insurance fraud they said it might have been faulty wiring but elijah knew it was impossible but they still haven't said an official reason. boots kicked at the soot below his feet at what remained. his anger was immeasurable but he kept his calm as he looked at what he had worked for burnt to a crisp and too many people got hurt. head turned as he heard foot steps , shoulders tensed but immediately ease as he saw the familiar figure. " can you believe they still haven't told anyone what the fuck the results were ? " he said with a scoff before shaking his head.
"Yeah, I can. They want to cover their asses." Justin retorted, letting himself into the ruins that once used to be Second Gear Collective. Although he worked with Elijah and the Reapers, JR didn't spend a lot of time in that part of town. Mostly because he spent a lot of time in his office or out of state working cases if needed. Usually, he came to Elijah with information, but this time, he had something else in mind. "They won't tell you anything until they have something. Clearly, they're in over their heads." Justin uncapped his bottled water, taking a sip and then looked around. "Have you talked to any other owner? Compared notes?"
the place was pretty much emptied out. just sonny with the heels of his palms pressed into the edge of the bar as he blankly stared at nothing, a prospect in a back corner somewhere keeping quiet, and a patched member keeping his head down across the space. it felt like death clung to him, that no matter how far he got from it, it still found him. the fires were of course nagging at sonny's thoughts. jake injured, jackie injured. but it was the news of hazal's death that had rocked him. somewhere in the background of his awareness sonny knew someone had entered the bar, knew they'd come near him, heard the muffled sounds of speaking, but he could snap out of the lockdown his emotions had just shifted into. in war it'd been necessary, a means of survival because he'd had to keep his wits about him and couldn't allow emotion duress to overtake him. maybe that was also something to consider, that his instincts had shifted him into a wartime mindset.
it'd taken another moment or two before he finally looked over and saw jr there. the expression on his face was steeled, but there was something raw in his troubled blue gaze. "what's up, you said something?"
Six fires. All on the same day in NYC. All in locations that made no sense - from a barely-made-it bar in Brooklyn to a nightclub owned by a Caravelli. Sometimes Justin wished that his brain didn't work as fast as it did. It had been beneficial as a cop when he was one, easy to do so much more when you had all those resources. His job as a P.I. allowed him to step out of the rules way more, feel like he was truly doing what needed to be done. And yet now, after these fires, and the life of Chanel's sister lost, Hazal's life lost, multiple injuries - all he could think about was how to put the puzzle together. "Just ordered a double, you want one too?" JR asked with a small shrug. He looked back at the blonde man, taking notice of the worry in his face. He noticed more than most people, but he rarely ever let it show; part of his job and whatnot. "Something on your mind?"
Like her, Justin seemed surprised by the request. If circumstances had been different, Chanel had to wonder if The Mob would have deemed her quite as useful. But with the Pantheon at large, they were certainly taking advantage of her skillset. "Nothing that brings us any closer to figuring out the Pantheon's identity. But I was able to get things back up and running. It's all a work in progress and I'm still trying to sift through all of this information to see how much of it is actually of use to us."
Chanel released a small sigh of exhaustion, her mind clearly paying for what had become her latest fixation. "It's probably a good thing you weren't there. Though I did miss the opportunity to get you drunk and finally see those killer dance moves. Do you know anybody who received a text?"
"The forbidden moves? Never happening." He teased lightly, smile growing. "Do you think there's any way that we could find anything even concret enough for that?" Clearly, someone with her abilities was a bigger asset than Chanel probably even realized. They were dealing with cyber attacks, it seemed. Luckily, neither of them victim to it yet, but considering the number of secrets that they shared, and those they cared about - Justin wanted to see how close they could truly get. He and Chanel worked well together, any information he had, he would give to her, no questions asked. "I know Amelia, the reporter who announced the bomb." He explained as he leaned back in his seat, shrugging. "She's out contact when we want to do aggressive campaigns against a suspect, so it's more of a working relationship than anything else. But I can try my luck."
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Priorities clearly in line meant Jake reached forward immediately for the takeout food, wasting no time to claim his order of a double burger and fries before easing back into his seat. It wasn't until he'd popped a handful of fries into his mouth that broad shoulders shrugged upwards. "One dumbass sitting here and it ain't you." A joke entirely meant at his own expense, though the contrast of their skill sets alone made it a reasonable conclusion. Justin could trace a signal across state lines in his sleep. Jake's expertise ran in a different direction. "Probably them, yeah." After a bite from the burger, his gaze returned to meet Justin's. "Seen anything on your end?"
JR just waved his comment off, not really agreeing with that. Though Justin tended to come off as more prepared and well-situated, Jacob had other strengths that he lacked in comparison. They made a great team from a young age though, so it never really mattered. Taking a bite of his food, he just shrugged. "I have more suspicions than facts, but whoever did it fucked up the Kline's system for a few minutes, Chanel had to step in and help, so they're a bigger deal than I was aware of." He planned on asking some of his mob connections about it, assuming his office could do a deeper dive if he collected enough information. "The secrets being revealed is what throws me off."
" about how they get their information ? " he said before leaning setting into a chair. " they were quiet for years -- they've obviously been obsessing over the city in all that time. that plus there has to be more than one , " he couldn't lie and say he hadn't been thinking about it and even stayed up several nights since the masquerade. " i don't think he is but i think he's been roleplaying too much so the lines blur. " he nodded along with the other's jab. " and his suits are always fucking tacky. " as if that were true. as much as he wanted to trust justin , there was only so much he could just given the associate part of his affiliation so -- he lied , " i'll have to dig around and see what i can get. we might not have even been targetted -- we are only a biker group after all. " even justin didn't know the full extent of what they did.
"Yeah," Justin nodded, his next words simply him offering the other man to catch up in his own way. "I mean, clearly they are getting information somehow. Have they just hacked everyone in New York?" If that was the case, then this enemy that continued to taunt them by sending messages to everyone in the city was stronger than any of them. If he stopped thinking of the people whose secrets had come out this year, for example - a federal judge, someone with a lot of power, wasn't an easy target. "Only a biker gang after all." JR repeated, forcing himself to not smirk at those words. All Justin could say was that his position as an ex-cop allowed him to know a lot more than he could prove. "If I find anything, I'll let you know."
