[Something wicked] The case has been moving very slowly. Izzy had look into the Connors family, looknig into their background, finaces, asked friends about Vivian, especially Emily who was said to be theyoung woman’s best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary came up. Seems like the Connors are a very normal succesful family, and Vivian was a good student and star track and field athlete. No serious relationships at the moment, no mad ex boyfriend known, nothing.
Derek had been to the strip club, talked to a few of the strippers, the owners, most girls didn’t know Katie White and the owners remembered her a little. So many girls work for those clubs and not all of them stay for a long time. From what Derek could gather, there wasn’t any problems with Katie who’s stage name was Shanna. She drank often, did soem drugs but not enough that it was considered an obvious problem. Owners thought it might be an angry customer or a pissed drug dealer that mgiht have killed her, but they doubted it. Shanna wasn’t a problem girl.
Derek had come back, both detectives had shared their onformations, started to set up a board and evnetually, Derek took Izzy to bed, both of them had fun unitl spent and then fell asleep.
The next morning, the weather was grey, warm, with humidity making the air heavy. Derek had gotten up first and after a trip to the bathroom, had started to make some coffee and went to sit on Izzy’s couch, wearing only boxers, to watch the news, in case something had come up that could be related to the case both were working on.
[Izzy Montoya] He is the only reason she slept. And slept hard. She didn’t notice when he left the bed, only that there was the scent of coffee, the sound of the news, and his side of the bed was cooling. That she thought of it as his side meant only that her side was still warm. At least, that’s what she would tell herself if she were coherent enough to really think about such lines of thought. Fortunately, but the time she’s coherent, the case will be her sole thought process.
When he doesn’t appear with coffee, which signals he’s not coming back to bed, she groans, and finally gets up. She sits on the edge of the bed for a while, scrubs her face with her hands, before she reaches for a pair of boxers, and a tank top. She makes her way to the bathroom, makes a face at the state of her appearance, checks absently for visible marks, and pees.
A few minutes later, she makes her way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, which she takes to the living room and sits on her desk as she rumages for her lighter and pack of cigarettes. another woman would lean over and kiss him good morning. Another woman would do more than grunt something of a greeting. She? Lights her cigarette, and nods to the tv. “Anything interesting?”
And a pleasant good morning to you, Detective Anderson, I trust you slept well…
[Something wicked] She found no visible marks on her, as always, they had intense fun but it never showed..at least not when she had clothes on.
He looks at her with a grin when she move closer and then sit. “Hey where’s my coffee?” He say in a playful tone. And how are you doing this morning…nope they crtainly weren’t a normal couple..nont that they were a couple, no sir, not at all.
He looks back at the tv and shakes his head “Nah. nothing related to our case.” He pass a hand in his short hair as he get up “I guess it’s more research today” He starts to walk away then look back at her “By the way, you look beautiful this morning..grumpy” He grins and head into the kitchen before she throws something at him. He comes back a few minutes later with a coffee and some toasts. Strangely two of them had whatever she like spread on them. He sits back and starts to eat, looking at her
“What should we look into today?”
[Izzy Montoya] “In the kitchen where ya fuckin’ left it.” It’s said with a little smirk, bemused, as she lights up and takes that first heavenly morning drag. She closes her eyes, then opens them, narrowed, as he compliments her AND calls her grumpy – in the same sentence. She makes as if to toss her lighter at him, but she has enough problems keeping track of it, so in the end it’s dropped back on the desk.
She opens the window, so that the smoke doesn’t bother him, not that she cares for his comfort, really, not at all, because that would almost be respectful or something. She settles to sit on the window ledge, and arches a brow as he offers her the toast – with butter and jam.
She almost smiles.
Sorta.
She takes the toast, as if it’s her due, and stares at the murder board. “I need to see her apartment, canvas the scene. Katie’s too. Need to talk to the girls who saw her last, too. Need to clarify her timeline, narrow the kidnapping timeframe – check the alibi’s of daddy dearest, mommy too, and talk to her as well. Someone fuckin’ knows something – it’s just ferreting it out. ”
[Something wicked] He nods to her, watching her with a grin. She actually as sitting on the window ledge to keep the smoke out of her appartment? Wonder would never ceases. His eyes then moved to the board “I think seeing Vivian’s appartment would be easy enough Katie’s? I cna hceck but chances are someone else is living in it right now. It’s been seven months. Not many owners like an empty appartment for seven months.”
He eats some more toast “I can always check if it’s possible to visit it if someone’s living in it. Or do you prefer to cehck both appartments? I know you want to handle dad and mom. Anything special I should do? Beside watching that sexy ass?”
He grins “I cna always do some more reasearch in case other smimilar victims has turned up. I odn’t know, I’m following your lead on this one”
[Izzy Montoya] She’s sitting on the ledge. It’s also June and 66 degrees outside. If he’s around in the winter time, he’ll have to suffer, because she’s not crazy about the cold – but that’s months away, and since they’re not a couple, there’s no reason to even think that’s a possibility.
She nods, slightly. “Yeah, there’s no way I’ll pick up any Echo’s this late in the game, but maybe there’s something they missed… Ill have to look the old fashioned way. And yeah – see if someone’s living in the apartment, check with the land lord, see if anyone claimed her belongings – if not, and if he still has them, get them.”
A frown mars her brow as she considers other possible victims. “I fuckin’ hope not – but yeah, we should look into that too.” Fuckin’ Finn – he was a crack researcher. Hopefully Derek is too.
[Something wicked] He finishes his toast. “All right, I’ll look into it. The appartment, her belongings, will make sure you can visit and have a look at her things if any are left.”
He finished his coffee “And I’ll have a look this afternoon and check if I find other victims” He make a face. The prospect of being succesful at that didn’t really entice him. He got up “All right, I’ll take a shower. Door’s unlocked if you need anything” He grinned and winked at her, streching as he walks toward the bathroom
“What do you think, should I bring a toothbrush here?” H said, looking over his shoulder at her and he was really teasing her now. He wouldn’t do that. Some of her other lovers might not like the sight of it. He enters the bathroom and start to use the shower.
[Izzy Montoya] This time she does throw something at him – a pen, grabbed from her desk, harmlessly sailing toward his right shoulder blade as he looks at her. She smirks, and takes another drag, followed by a bite of her toast.
She doesn’t answer. He knows there are single use mini brushes in the drawer for whomever needs a fresh minty breath pickup.
While he’s in the shower, she stares at the board, at what little they really know about this girl, about the man who buried her, about those who brutalized her and Katie both… She chews her lower lip, absently.
“Hey!” She calls out – but the water is already running. She takes a final drag, and puts out the cigarette in the tray, exhaling out the window before she closes it, grabs her coffee and heads to the bathroom. She walks in, and pulls the curtain back enough to watch him. “When they put in those random traffic cameras at intersections – what are the chances that the corner was last seen at was one of them?”
[Something wicked] He had been in the process of soaping himself when she pulled the curtain to look at him. He doesn’t seem to mind, proceeding normally as if no one was watching, not making a show of it. He looked at her while the hot water was rinsng the soap off his body.
“I don’t know, we could always check into that. Might nto have the best quality if it was night, but at least we might have something to work with.” He turn to wash his hair, giving her a view of his tight ass. Once he was done, he turned off the water and stepped out, pressing his wet body against her as he reached for his towel “Excuse me”
Then pressing some more, he reached for a toothbrush “Sooorrry” He pulled back, his lips moving close to her before stepping away to dry himself, leaving the font of her tank top and boxers pretty wet.
“want to check the cameras or should I?”
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks at him as he presses against her, utterly unrepentant despite his sorry… She doesn’t lean in, doesn’t close the distance between them, like any other woman would, but the fact she doesn’t hit him suggests that maybe she doesn’t really mind all that much. Maybe. Today anyway.
Instead, she sets her coffee down on the counter, peels out of her clothes, and steps into the shower herself, turning the water back on. “better have left me some fuckin’ hot water…”
He did, of course, because she pays a good deal in rent to make sure she has hot showers that last as long as she wants them too.
As for the cameras… she tips her head back under the water, and shakes it, slightly. “I’ll check them. If there’s footage, I wanna see it first hand.”
[Something wicked] He watches her undress, then continue to dry himself. Maybe tonight he’ll get to enjoy her again. Maybe someone else will have the chance. His gaze wanders on her body, if he wasn’t the one coming home with her, at least he would enjoy the time with her as much as he could.
His gaze might be wandering but his mind wasn’t, not too much anyway. “Ok, so I’ll check for Katie’s appartment, her things and later for other victims. I guess it leaves you with the cam, daddy’s alibi, Vivian’s appartment and maybe mommy right?”
He hang the towel and still naked, start to brush his teeth, watching her in the mirror.
[Izzy Montoya] “should be enough for one fuckin’ morning, hm?”
Well – morning ish, anyway. She knows he watches her. She expects it. She doesn’t bother closing the curtain all the way so that he can. She does much as he did, taking care of her shower the way she would if she were alone, not showing off, not dropping the soap, simply getting clean.
Then… “Text me when your done, and I’ll come let you in to access the board if you need it.” She assumes he’ll find something. Or assumes he’ll want to come back that night. Either or.
[Something wicked] He finish brushing his teeth and turn to look at her “All right, sounds like a plan. I’ll let you know if I find anything and when you can visit Katie’s old appartment if i manage to convince the land lord or new residents” He put on his boxers “I’ll go to my place to get a change of clothes.” He doesn’t tease her about leaving some here. There was a limit to teasing, especially when things like this case were serious.
He move closer to her when she turn off the water “All right, getting dressed then I’m off. I’ll see you later, maybe we should have dinner” He smiled,let his hand glide slightly on the curve of her firm butt then he leave her. No kisses, no good day.
Yet, the touch and the promise of dinner were kinda like a couple’s farewell…if caressing someone’s behind replaced a kiss, and dinner really meant: later, have a good day.
[Izzy Montoya] No one ever kisses her goodbye. None of her lovers even dare suggest as much as he has with that touch, with the thought of dinner. No one since John… who kissed her goodbye and disappeared so far underground, under cover, no one knows if he’s alive, dead, enjoying the thug life, what. No one makes these little concessions to make it seem like there could be more.
She smirks, slightly, however, and with a quick snap of the towel to his ass that serves as answering touch, and perhaps an agreement to possible dinner – she goes about getting ready for the day.
first order of business – the possible cams, then on to alibi checking.
[Something wicked] Izzy starts her day by going to check on the traffic cameras. It takes a while, but with the help of a technician who will probably curse and have wet dreams about her at the same time, she finds the corner, day and time she wanted.
She can see the girls, walking, laughing. They separate with hugs then waves and Vivian is left alone to walk the 15 feet left for her to get to her appartment. Out of the entreance, in the blind spot of the camera of Vivian’s appartment building, Izzy can see a huge shape, at least 6’2, maybe 6’4, big between 230 and 260 lbs, wearing a dark coat and gloves. The man grabs Vivian swiftly, pressing some kind of fabric or rag over he mouth and she slumps quickly. The man, sher can’t see his face but she noticed the man’s hair seem fair on the black and white screen, probably blond. he put Vivian in a dark honda accord and drove away. She could make out the plate.
If there’s more she want to see, she can check. Then it’s on alibi confirming. She asks around and it seem everything daddy told her was good. Nothing seem out of place with him. Not for the moment at least.
Later, Derek texted her that the landlord of Kaite still had a few of her things and that she would be allowed nto visit the appartment in the next morning. Then much later, as dinner time was closer, he tested her saying he had found something. He asked if shewanted to eat in and if so, what. He was buying.
[Izzy Montoya] She watches the tapes, and the section of the girls again and again, before asking that it be copied for her. She narrows her gaze at the man, watching him closely, the way he moves the way he deals with the girl – everything about him. She scrutinizes the tiniest detail, until she likely could play the scene over in her head without missing a single detail.
“Is there any other camera in range with a different angle? Can you follow the Honda, and back up to see what direction it came from when he packed…” And, while you’re at it, perfroma few miracles. Simple, really.
She writes down the plate number, the car make and model, and then runs it through the database to find the registered owner.
She acknowledges the next morning’s appointment, mutters to find out Daddy seems clean at the moment. She gets a number for the wife, and tries to set up a meeting with her…
Then, he’s found something. She sits back in her chair, dragging her fingers through her hair, and replies to the text. Pizza – extra everything. No fuckin anchovies.
[Something wicked] She can see that the man moved well. Graceful, skilled, he wasn’t a pushover. He was precise in his execution. Coming face to face with him, she definatly will feel better if she has a gun and he doesn’t. If he knew how to hit, his built indicate that punches will hurt, a lot.
The technician does his best to keep track of the car, calling her later, telling her he lost it when it left the city, going south. The plate of the Honda accord was stolen about 2 months ago for it said the owner of the car is a Bernard Longwell, and the car is supposed to be a ford minivan. And from the driver’s license picture, the big man was definatly not balding and slightly overweight mister Longwell.
She managed to contact Mrs Connors who tell her they can meet in two days. She was still feeling really shaken nad feaed she might lose if questioned right.
Derel texted her “Awww but anchovies are so cute :P Bringing beer in as well”
He was at her appartment around 6:30, dressed in dark pants with a white button down shirt, sleeves rolled up and a loosened tie. He smiled to her when she opened the door “Hello pretty lady, missed me?” He grinned “You probably jsut wanted the pizza and beer right?” He said teasing her as he stepped inside. He also had a folder resting on top of the pizza box.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “Haven’t had time to miss you. You just fuckin’ left.” Sure, it was hours ago, but still. She does, however, liberate the beer from his clutches, and after he steps inside, she pushes the door closed and slaps his ass as she heads toward the kitchen.
The white board has been updated with the info on the car, the time stamp of exactly when she was taken, further description of the perp – his build, his grace, everything she could glean from the picture that’s currently frozen on her lap top, of him, mid attack. There’s also the info from the plates/car, despite the fact that its stolen. And that he was last seen going South, out of the city.
She grabs the bottle opener, opens them each a beer, puts the rest in the fridge, and grabs him a plate if he needs it, and a handful of napkins, which is all she needs. Then, it’s back to the couch, and the board.
“What ya find out?” she asks, hand waving for a piece of pizza. She’s starving.
[Something wicked] “Yeah yeah, I know you missed me”He says, smirking when she slap his ass. He walks into the living room taking in the board as she head for the kitchen. He notices the car, the info about it, where it was heading, then the description of the man, what she added to it.
“Seems liek you’ve been busy yourself” He tells her, putting the box, picking up the file. He opens the box, pick a slice and put it i the plate Izzy brought. He could eat with only napkins but he needed his hands to show her what he found. He closes the box once she had pick a slice.
“All right, this is what I got. Carly Masters, 24, med student, was found in a lake in 2008. She had been strangled, with bare hands most likely. It doesn’t fit the exact MO…not buried in woods nor strangled with a rope…but her murder was never solved and well, like Katie and Vivian, she had blue eyes and blond hair.”
He leaned forward, flipping the pages, autopsy report and so on for her, eating his slice one handed, putting it down once in a while to handle the file.
“No fingerprints were found and no forensic evidence either. The body had been under water too long for anything to have been found. Fishes made sure of it.” He look up at her “What do you think?”
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly, and takes a bite of her slice, eating like she forgot to eat all day – which she probably did. She makes a face, slightly, and then looks at the picture of carly, and up at the pictures of Katie and Vivian. Then back to Carly. “Any signs of possible sexual abuse? bruises, cuts, tears, etc?”
But it’s clear she thinks it’s a possibility. And there might be others too. With her slice in one hand, she picks up Carly’s picture, and adds her to the board, taking another bite as she writes her name and brief info in the corner. Then she steps back to sit next to him and thumb through the file. “They have any leads at all? Family, friends, abduction story…?”
[Something wicked] He look at her “Sexual abuse is a possibility. They found tears inside her sex. They assumed it was from abuse, but it’s hard to tell. Beside it might just have been sex with someone well endowed.” They both should know that sometimes, one big cock can stretch a woman to her limits.
There mgiht have been bruises but the corpse was too bloated and ravaged by water and fishes to truly tell. As for leads, no one really knows what happened. She just disapeared. She had no enemies. Onlyp ossible lead was that hse had started to date a guy named Patrick. But they never found him. It was believe that it might not be his real name, or that Carly made him up. She was a pretty and smart woman but really shy. From the reports it seem she got teased a lot for ont having a boyfriend, so maybe she just wanted to look cooler and pretended she was dating”
He shrugs, moving to pick another slice out of the box, making sure the files don’t fall down.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods slightly, and smirks as she glances at him, drags her eyes down his body, then back up again, before she returns to the board. “A definite possibility then.” She doesn’t tell him it’s good work. She expects good work – the best they can give her – from everyone on her team, and at this point, her team is him.
She continues to thumb through the file, before she settles back with a second piece of pizza. “Alright – so we have a picture of the kidnapper, though it’s hazy and dark. A car, but its stolen. A direction, but no destination.”
She chews, contemplatively, for a few moments. “So, we see Viv’s apartment, and Katie’s tomorrow, as well as pick up her stuff, and I see Mommy Dearest the next day. In between – see what kind of lead we can get on Carly and Patrick. And if anyone else picked up the car as it moved south…”
She stares at the board, as if it could talk to her – and maybe, if their lucky, it will.
[Something wicked] -paused-