[Something Wicked] The interview with Sullivan only told them one thing: the man wasn’t their suspect. So they got back in the car and drove to the home of another Patrick, this one leaving in Lakview as well and training at the Gold gym. The appartment building looked like it was for the wealthy. Patrick’s appartment was on the 7th floor and Derek took the stairs without asking Izzy if she wanted to go up the seven stories on foot. It was high but doable and he felt like Izzy didn’t need an elevator ride today.
They reached the 7th floor and headed to their destination. They knocked and a fit black man opened the door. He has short hair, a thin goatee, looking pretty good and was dressed in pants and polo shirt. He looked at them with suspiscion as he asked “What do you want?”
Once Izzy has identified herself and Derek, the man looked puzzled “What do you want?”This time the question was asked on a more polite tone. He seemed ot have no clue why the cops would come knocking on his door on a saturday morning.
[Izzy Montoya] Derek didn’t ask if she wanted to take the stairs, he simply did. All seven flights. It’s one of the many little things that tend to stand out about the man she’s currently involved with – he takes care of her, without making it seem like she needs it, or wants it – but that it’s all his idea. It’s something new, something novel, and it still takes her by surprise. Not so much that she makes mention of it, of course – but she does notice. And files it away for something to think about… later. Should she ever decide to think about what this is between them anyway.
Right now, there’s the investigation – and another Patrick.
She shows her badge, and introduces herself and Derek, and then with a nod as his tone changes. “We’ve a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.” Underneath that, of course, is the promise that if he does mind, she’ll ask them anyway – one way or the other. She waits a beat to see if he’ll let them in, but then pulls out a picture of Carly. “do you recognize this woman?”
[Izzy Montoya] [DUN U LIE 2 ME!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
[Something Wicked] He steps aside “Come in. I was about to go, so if you can make it quick.” He leads them to the living room. The appartment was richly decorated, the furniture very chic, comfortable. “Would you like something to drink? Water? Juice? Probably nothing with alcool since you’re on duty..so that’s about it” He waits for their answer as he look at the picture of Carly.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met her. Who is hse? And what does it have to do with me?”He ask with genuine curiosity. As far as Lizzy can tell, he doesn’t know Carly Masters.
[Izzy Montoya] She turns down his offer of something to drink, glancing around at the apartment until getting down to business.
“I’ll do my best not to take up too much of your time. How about either of these women?” She shows him the pictures of Vivian – though she worked out primarily at Atlas, and of Katie from his gym. “Do either of them look familiar?”
She hasn’t answered his first question, but there’s a sense that she will, as long as he continues to cooperate.
[Something Wicked] He motions them to sit down and he does so as well. He takes the two pictures, looknig at them “No..not really. I might have seen this girl” He say, holding up Katie’s picture. “Can’t remember where though” He shrugs slightly. “What is this all about detective?”
He was curious, nervous, but he seemed to be telling the truth. Maybe he had something else to hide or was just not used ot have cops coming to his appartment and questioning him.
He hands the pictures back to her.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “One last question, and then I’ll explain. Where were you the night of May 9th?” She gives the approximate time frame of the kidnapping of Vivian Connors, and then waits. She’s not getting anything odd off him, really, though she does glance at Derek to see if he’s feeling the same vibe that she is..
He’s nervous – but not lying. Not yet, anyway.
[Something Wicked] Derek gives her the same signal as earlier. He didn’t get the feeling this man was their man. BEside he didn’t fit the picture at all.
Patrick frowns slightly “May 9th? I don’t know. Sleeping. I had a pretty big meeting on the 10th. Had to be rested for it. So, if I remember correctly around that time, I was i bed” His eyes are on Izzy. “Will you finally tell me what’s it all about?”
He seems a little annoyed, the new feeeling replacing the nervousness. Still he wasn’t lying as far as she could tell.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “Thank you for your cooperation, Patrick. This woman is Carly Masters. She disappeared last year, and we have reason to believe a man named Patrick, that works out – or at least stakes out – Atlas and Gold Gym is behind her disappearance and murder – because of this one – Vivian Connors, is the most recent victim. This is Katie White – she worked out regularly at your gym.”
She pulls out the picture of the suspect for him next. “One last picture – we believe this is him. Do you recognize him or see anything that can give us any further detail on him?”
[Something Wicked] He nodded to her words “Oh, that’s really awful. Poor women” He looked at the picture, frowning, head tilted “A Patrick you said? I don’t know. It’s hard to tell really. Only Patrick I know who might look this way is Lorne. Haven’t seen the gui since..I don’t know..the Christmas holidays or something. Might ont be him either you know”
He gives her back the picture. “Anything else I can do for you?”He ask getting up “I really have to go”
[Izzy Montoya] She keeps her reaction to the name carefully hidden, as she nods. “It might not be – but it doesn’t hurt to ask him too. What do you know about him?”
When he’s done, she stands, reaching into her pocket for one of her cards and offering it to him.
“Thank you for your time. If you think of anything else, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
[Something Wicked] He shakes his head “Not much. We talked a few times, nothing specific. Just small talk. I think he’s a business man but I don’t remember what he do exactly”
He leads then out, taking the card “Will do so detective”
He walks to the elevator, watching the detectives going to the stairs with a curious look. As they walk down the stairs, Derek asks her “So, chances are it’s Lore right? I ownder what’s his connection with Atlas gym. What do you want to do now since we have no news from the unit we sent there”
[Izzy Montoya] Patrick watches them head to the stairs curiously, and she smirks. “Gotta work off those donuts somehow.” It’s tossed over her shoulder as she slips through the door, and starts down the stairs, already pulling out her phone to check on the state of the stakeout.
“Yeah – looking like it. This one’s the first to put a name to the picture though – so I’m not getting my fuckin hopes up yet. Specially if he hasn’t seen him since fuckin’ Christmas.”
Once she gets word on if there’s anything new at Loren’s place, she dials the chief.
“Need to get a search warent in the works, Chief. Patrick Loren – yeah, the one I sent the unit too. Got a semi-positive ID on the picture from the traffic cam, which should be enough to get us a look into the apartment. We’re headed there now.”
[Something Wicked] There was nothing new from the unit staking the place out. They haven’t seen him enter the buiding.
Chief grumbled, told her to stay away from the place for a couple of hours..or at least out of the appartment. It mghit take some time to get a warrant on saturday after all.
Derek follows her, letting her take the lead as the walk down the stairs and opening the door by herself. He knew that having a door opened for her annoyed her. He gets into the car as she drive them toward Lorne’s place “Well I guess we’ll have ot run a full background check on him now if he doesn’t show up. Try to find friends and family, see where he could be hiding his ass”
He looks at Izzy with a grin. They would find him. They were the best th city had. Yeah, he included himself in that. If he wasn’t really good, he wouldn’t be beside her right now, even if she liked him. Izzy would keep work and personal life apart..right?
[Izzy Montoya] She would keep them apart. And does. He’s good – and well, he could be a good fit for Homicide, if he wanted to switch over. His research is solid, his people skills better than her own, and he’s a natural – even if it wears on him. He’s years to go before he becomes as jaded as she is.
[So jaded she drinks herself to sleep most nights before he came along, smokes like a freight train, not to mention her sexual appetites…nothing bothers her. yeah.]
She nods. “Yeah. Want your guy get started on it? Or I can call Finn or one of my boys.” Finn is still a top notch researcher – even if she doesn’t trust him anymore. “McNabb isn’t as fast, but he’s thorough – while we start canvasing the neighborhood, they can see about finding a paper trail.”
[Something Wicked] He shrugs “Your call. I can look into it while we wait for the warrant. Or call someone you trust. If we stalk his place, the guy will have to resurface somewhere right?”
He asks looking at her. He looked much better than he had when they found Fannie’s body. It’s not that it was getting any easier. The loss of a live, well a more or less innocent one was bad. If they ended up killing the murderer..now that wouldn’t be too bad. Though he much prefer to see the man in jail than dead..if only for that he’ll suffer for a longer time.
The oyung cop was made of stren stuff. And maybe oen day he’ll become jaded liek her..or he’ll find a way to make her enjoy life more and together, they will support each other so the other’s spirit won’t be crushed by all the horrors theysee. As partners or friends together, not as together together..right?
[Izzy Montoya] She nods. “I trust you.” Clearly, she does. “Laptops in the back – see what you can dig up while we wait. I’ll put McNabb on it too – as the more sets of eyes we have searching, the faster we’ll find him.”
She makes another call, as she pulls up near Lorne’s place, and parks, waiting as patiently as Izzy ever does for word on the warrent. That is to say – if it arrives before she’s lost her patience, she’ll do things in the right order. If it doesn’t – she’ll push those lines and limits as far as she can. This fucker could have some woman locked up with him right now – time is of the essence.
“McNabb – Montoya. I need everything you can find on Patrick Lorne, [address] – pronto. financials, phone records, the works, and I need it yesterday. Yeah, fuck you too, McNabb – you’re just jealous i fucked Finn before you could – and he preferred my ass to yours.” She snorts, amused, and sweeps the screen off again, disconnecting the call. “He’s on it.”
One of the guys, Izzy. Always.
[Something Wicked] He nods “All right” He reaches back to grab a laptop and starts typing as she parks. Her conversation with McNabb is short and it made him grin “Well I understand Finn you know. I would pick your ass over anyone’s really” He winks at her with a crooked grin, returning his attention to the computer screen.
“I have an idea…and yes you will fuck me later..so no need to tell me fuck you. But I think we should use this time to get us something to drink and eat. Since I”m doing the research..how about you go get something for both of us?”He looks back at her “Have to keep you fed and all that you know..and well I”m hungry to be honest. You pick the food. I’ve got no preferences”
He smiles to her. It wasn’t really an order, it was jsut kidna hte logical thing ot do after all.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow at him. “Over anyone’s hm?” She smirks, slightly, as she studies him for a moment, as if wondering just how to take that statement, before she’s actually biting back a laugh as he tells her she will fuck him later. “Ohho. So confident, are we? Just for that, maybe I’ll have a fuckin’ headache…”
But that smirk is more amused than anything else, as she puts the car into gear again – knowing damn well it’s a ploy to keep her from storming the apartment before they get official clearance. It’s just another way he keeps her in line, helps keep her connected to that fine tether of control that seems so tenuous at times, especially in cases like these.
They strike too close to home. She feels them too much – from the victim’s side, from her own side. She wants revenge, she wants justice, she wants to tear the asshole apart…
instead, she heads to the nearest drive through, to order burgers and fries and sodas to help tide them over.
[Something Wicked] “We can buy advils, just in case” He say to her with a smirk when she threatens him with a headache. He was confident, sometimes cocky, but also, he knew her very well or he liked to think so. He wouldn’t say he could anticipate her reactions, that’d be arrogant and dishonest. She’ll keep on surprising him for a long time. But he knew her well enough that he could make her react the way she does with anyone but with an undertone of..intimacy? closeness? maybe something near happiness or at least a less jaded view on things
As she orders for them, he smiles “All right. I have his work place, his boss’s name, he used to own a cabin sout of the city, moved to his appartment last year, got all his previous adresses, his parents’s, brother’s sister’s, his social security number and could probably find you his bank accounts”
And that was pretty fast. And thorough.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, but doesn’t argue. They both know she would fuck him, headache or no. There’s no denying the attraction – in fact, it is only duty that keeps her hands busy elsewhere with other things, while they have these moments of downtime, when she’d be just as content going home and fucking him senseless. Again.
There is that undertone of something.. something more than there is with any other, when she teases him, even when she snaps at him. There’s clearly soemthing between them – clear to everyone but her, of course.
He rattles off what he’s found, and she… stares at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck yeah, get his bank account records, you slacker.” There’s admiration there, maybe, hidden behind the snipe. She’s impressed. She’d never say so, though. That’s not her way. But he can hear it – lingering there, as she pays for lunch.
[Something Wicked] He grins “All right, you demanding bitch” He says with the same fondness she has for him. He was smiling as he was typing, teasing her. It was easy ofr him to do so and take her tease. It felt natural. As if they somewhat completed the other. Each could pull their own way but in the end of the day, balance was always restored when they slept in her bed, against the other.
“Ok got everything” he close the laptop as food is brought in the car “I have ot admit, I got really lucky on this one” He says, taking the offered food. So he says, then again, he hasn’t failed anything he has told her he’d do..or anything she asked. The man was born to be a cop, no doubts about it.
He might have been born to be something else, something more personal to her..but that would be romancizing things right? And they so weren’t a couple
[Izzy Montoya] She just snorts at him, and then passes him the food when it comes, and pulls back into traffic, heading toward Lorne’s place again. She props her soda between her thighs, and grabs a burger to eat as she drives, so that she doesn’t think of how they compliment each other – complete each other – no matter the setting. Because they weren’t a couple, this wasn’t a fuckin’ romance novel, and she doesn’t do commitment.
…right?
[..hah..]
She nods, slightly. “We’ll go through all the records for flags – you said he owned a cabin? He sell it, or lose it or? And where is it?”
Because if someone is gonna keep a girl for 20 days out of sight… there’s better places than his apartment.
[Something Wicked] -pause-