[Izzy Montoya] [Just Checking]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] He’s passed his exams in preparation for the move to Homicide. He’s even proven his worth to her, to their Captains, to their co-workers in the case they worked together. He’s been a rising star in his precinct, despite all the teasing that he’s doing it for a piece of ass.
A very FINE piece of ass, but whatever.
There are always room for improvement though, ways to find and work and learn to follow the gut. Half the time all the learning and studying in the world cannot do what simple instinct can. So it is, she made the call. CSI has already done their thing and left. The body’s been removed and sent to the ME. Everyone has gone, either home or off to write their reports. All that’s left is the fluttering police tape in the store front…
And her.
She so she waits, leaning against the fender of her car, smoking a cigarette, studying the store window in front of her. She’s already pieced together what happened. Its time to see if he can do the same thing…
[Derek Anderson] He drove his car to the location she has given him. He parks and get out, looking all professional in his dark pants, white shirt and tie. It was late, the sunglasses kept in the glove compartment, the trench coat at home, it was too damn warm for it. There is looking cool and there is looking like an idiot because you wanted to look cool so badly.
He walks closer to her, a smile on his lips. It was the smile he always had for her. It didn’t matter where they were, if they were at least semi private, she would see it on his face. “Evening detective” He had noticed the tape and knew there was something up. No hun, no teasing, no touching, they were two detectives, some times partners who had a job to do.
“What happened here?” He ask with curiosity
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t hide the fact that she watches him as he gets out of his car. It is only her, here, after all, and he is a hell of a good looking man, especially all professional, and crisp, despite the lateness of the hour. She lets her lips curve into a smirk, that softens slightly at the edges, as he chooses the professional route…
she can see the smile in his eyes, across his lips, and it’s almost as if she can feel his hands on her skin in that briefly met gaze. “Detective.” The greeting.. bemused… then? All business.
“You tell me. Start to finish. You’ll get the same information I had, and we’ll see if you come up with the right fuckin’ answers.” Ah. A test then. The same test she’s given every partner she’s ever had – and with her long stretches of workin alone? It seems a good many of them fail. She must be confident that he won’t do the same, to put him through it already.
“CSI’s already been an’ gone, but anythin’ they took, I’ve replaced with something similar so as to keep the scene looking as close to untouched as possible. So take the lead, Detective. Pretend I ain’t th’ one that knows fuckin’ everything before most people know they’re even thinkin about it, an’ tell me what ya find.” There are junior detectives that would kill for the chance at this test. And he gets a freebie. Must be REALLY good in bed… (and he is… oh he is..)
The storefront is one of hundreds like it in Chicago. The main door that goes into the establishment, which seems to be a second hand furniture store, and another outside door that goes up to the apartment above. The police tape only covers the main door, and the lights are on inside. From here, it looks untouched. No sign of forced entry.
[Derek Anderson] He watches her, her eyes, her face and those kissable, and very good at sucking, lips. He listens to her and then nods “All right jedi master, I’ll do my best.” He smiles to her, confident that he’ll succeed and with a promise that later, they will celebrate his success.
For now, he turns his attention reluctantly from her, to the crime scene. He puts on blue gloves as not to leave any fingerprints or taint evidence. He moves closer to the door. “Ok what do we know about what happened here?” After all there was a 911 call right? Knowing who called and when will explain the no forced entry on the door…unless it was very subtle.
His listens to her as he examine the main door then the other door. It’s not because there is police tape on one of them that the other hasn’t been used.
(investigation)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Izzy Montoya] When he calls her jedi master, she smirks and gives a very passible Yoda impression. “Confident you are, yes… We shall see, hm?”
He says he’ll do his best, and she nods, slightly, and puts out her cigarette and pulls on her gloves, pushing away from the car as she does so. She follows him, answers questions, but only the questions as asked – she doesn’t give anything more. This is, after all, a test.
“911 call came in at 8:52, from the couple that lives upstairs. They heard what sounded like a gun shot – thought it was the movie they were watchin at first, but it was too loud, and well, it didn’t fit the romcom moment. They called right away, and followed instruction to stay in their apartment. Officers arrived on the scene by 9:10.”
He studies the other door – which is what it seems, a door that leads to stairs that goes to the upstairs apartment. Nothing remarkable. The main door also has no forced entry, which suggests that whoever entered, had a key. Or was let in by whoever was working late.
[Derek Anderson] He nods at her words. Once his inspection of the doors is over, he takes another look around for some clues outside. Maybe a footprint, cigarette butt, a bloody print on the door frame. He then looks all around the building trying to see how the murderer got away. From the main door? Back door? anything that would allow him to determine if it was on foot or by car..and how many they could have been.
Once the outside is taken care of, then it will be the interior’s turn.
“What do we know about the victim or victims?” Just before going in, he glances at Izzy, not for approbation… just because he likes to look at her. He still thought she was the most gorgeous woman in the word.
And she was his…he was a lucky man.
[Izzy Montoya] On his circuit outside, he finds nothin really out of the ordinary, until he gets to the side of the building, where there’s another door in the alley that goes into the store. Here, there’s garbage cans toppled, with trash strewn through the alley. The door is ajar, and seems to be hanging slightly off the hinges, as if whatever exited did with force. No footprints, just some scuff marks that suggest something (someone) fell, and scurried away. Fast.
“Victims. First one Male, early 50s, gunshot wounds to the chest and shoulder. Second one Female, also early 50s, blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Third, male, early thirties, multiple gunshot wounds – fatal one to the chest. Presumably the older couple are the owners of the store, Bob and Maryanne Rainfield.”
[Derek Anderson] He kneels near the trash to check if there isn’t blood. Maybe the murderer has cut him or herself? “What about the third victim, do we have a name yet?” He doesn’t ask if she knows what the motive for the crime is. After all, it was part of the test and of any investigation.
Find the why, you will find the who.
“Both males were shot right? Same gun? So what about the woman..blunt force trauma…that could indicate she was hit by a crowbar, baseball bat or something similar. Any indication that she might have been shoved and hit and head and died?”
He wonder if she would tell him..of course if the lady died first, or after the younger male, it was entirely possible that she was shoved when reacting to the murder, or she was in the way for the man to reach his target. Chances are her husband died because of the violence made to her.
Or it could be a simple robbery and the owner was shot, his wife pushed, the younger male a good samaritain trying to play hero..or just wrong place wrong time.
Or it was two guys, one with a gun. the second with a bat.
[Izzy Montoya] No blood trails outside, nothing so obvious. As for his other questions, she chuckles.
“Good questions.”
But she gives no answers. Maybe it will become obvious when he sees the inside scene. Maybe not. either way – she’s not telling.
[Derek Anderson] He grins at her “I r a smart monkey after all”
He doesn’t bothered that she hasn’t given him an answer. He asked, she wants him to find out and so he will.
He nods to her and steps inside, not moving deep in, taking in the scene for now…all of it. He’ll go into details later
One he has absorbed it, then he slowly move deeper.
(investigation time again)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, slightly, as he says he’s a smart monkey – clearly amused. She follows him inside, letting him lead. She leans against the door jam as he looks over the scene.
Here, just inside the side door, is the murder scene itself. Chalk outlines show where the bodies had fallen, and give further clues as to what happened here. He’ll see immediately that he was right about one thing – the woman had been pushed, for some reason, and bashed her head against a dresser. The amount of blood is horrifying. The older male had fallen near her… as if trying to get to her, to save her. The young male is a bit away – facing the older couple, with a ‘gun’ on the floor near where his thigh would have been.
And there is another gun. A few feet from where the Older male rested on the floor. And? Footsteps toward the door, leading out.
[Derek Anderson] He doesn’t say a thing for a while, blue eyes watching, analysing what could’ve happened. He takes his time, kneeling near where the woman and man had been, checking the blood splatters, trying to discern from which direction the man has been shot. Was it the murderer or the victim who shot him turning the latter into a murderer himself.
He then checks the gun, the calibres, how many shots each has fired, looks for holes where lost bullets would have buried themselves “How many times was the unknown man shot?” That will help with the bullets mathematics “And do we have his name? Guy must’ve had a wallet. What about what was in his pockets?”
He continue to look around, checking if anything might have been stolen, maybe the cash register was empty. He looks for blood that might be the murderer’s, then checks the footsteps to see if they’re are leading back out the main door or the back door.
That will tell him if there was a surviving witness.
[Derek Anderson] (investigation again)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Izzy Montoya] He studies, and moves around the scene. She just watches. She, of course, had an advantage over most the force, but all it will do will confirm or deny the theories he comes up with. She pulls out another cigarette, but doesn’t light it. Just holds it.
He kneels and checks blood spatters, and what order things happens starts to become clear. the woman was pushed – and from the angle it wasn’t by the old man, but by the other victim. The victim was shot – multiple times – felled by the old man, before he threw the gun and ran to his wife’s side. It was too late. She was dead already. The old man was shot – but the angles don’t match where the other gun had fallen. the angle suggests it came from the door…
before whoever was there, escaped out the back, toppled into the garbage cans, and scurried off – as if runnin for his/her life.
“No id on the younger man. No walled, nothing in his pockets. Clothing was tattered and torn. Shredded almost in places.”
Cash doesn’t seem to be the reason behind this, as the register is intact, and she tells him no money seems to be missing that they could see.
[Derek Anderson] He nods at her words. “Hmmmmm Well I certainly look like a robbery gone wrong. Younger man shoves the woman, holding his gun, husband shoots him and move to his wife. Maybe in the panic he didn’t notice, or forgot about the second man who shot him and scared out of his mind, ran away without taking the time to do what he thought would be a simple thing: empty the cash register”
He look at Izzy “How’s that sounds?”
He waits for her answer adding “I should check the face of the younger victim. If he’s a robber, I might have crossed path with him and might be able to find the other guy, if it was his partner”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, and then reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone, and show him pictures of the victims, close up of the faces, as well as full body so that he can see the clothing, etc. “It’s a good possibility.” She doesn’t say if he’s right or wrong. Maybe there’s something he’s missing. Maybe he’s right.
What he’ll see when he looks at the younger victim, though, is startling. Not his face, so much as the way his clothing is tattered and torn, as if to make room for… well, more girth than he appears to have. And he was shot 15 times. What old man will unload an entire clip into a young one before running to his fallen wife?
Maybe his current theory should become the ‘official’ story, covering for something else.
[Izzy Montoya] *shot AT 15 times.
[Derek Anderson] He frowns at the victim’s picture. He tries to see if using his street knowledge, he can identify him. Then he tries to think about the victim. He checks the gun to see what kind of ammo it was. Regular…silver maybe? Though the latter was unlikely. The owner had manage to shoot and kill the man who was shifting…Garou? BSD? Wyrm Creature?
Maybe, but what would it make the guy who ran away? Unknowing accomplice? “Do we know if the owner has been shot by the gun we have here or by a different kind of gun altogether?” If it was a creature that the man shot, once his wife was dead, he could’ve shot himself but the way the gun was thrown and the fact that a clip held 15 bullets, it would imply that he was shot by a gun other than his.
Chances are the younger man had no weapon, that the man who left had pulled the trigger on the owner and in panic threw the gun away.
Sometimes he wishes he had the hyper senses of his cousins. He could smell the wyrm or the nature of the strange dead man.
[Derek Anderson] (go Derek go)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]
[Izzy Montoya] “Dr Slaughter will likely find that the final fatal wound on the younger was shot by a Glock 9mm. From the doorway. The old man was shot from the gun left by the younger, but from the doorway as well.”
She pushes off from the doorframe, and brushes at her clothing, before making a face and scraping something off her shoe as he works through this bit of info. It seems that…the one who ran out presumably got the killing blow on the younger there, used the youngers gun for the older, and set it by the younger before running outside and tripping over the garbage cans. Maybe when s/he heard sirens.
Wait. What kind of gun does Izzy carry again?
[Derek Anderson] He nods then look at her “May I see your gun?” He asks with a grin
“And where were you tonight between eight fifty and nine pm?” He asks with a brow raised and a grin.
He checks her gun to see if it’s missing a bullet. “So the old man was a Veil breach and had to be taken care of?” He asks her without judgement. In their line of work..the nation that is, they had to do questionable things to keep their cousin and the human’s world running smoothly.
He waits for her to confirm or deny what he was saying.
[Izzy Montoya] She reaches to the holster at the small of her back, and offers it to him without comment. The clip is missing a single bullet. She is, after all, the best shot on the force. And that bit of grossness on the bottom of her foot likely matches something in the trash outside.
He asks, and she smirks. “Preserving the Veil.” He’s right, and now she fills in the blanks.
“Official paperwork, with support from Dr. Slaughter’s findings, will say that it is a robbery gone wrong. This is what happened: Junior, in his eagerness, pushed the missus out of the way at little too hard. She falls instantly. Senior gets scared, finds his gun and starts shooting wildly. Junior gets hit a few times, gets pissy, and shows his true form – gross bulging pussbags full of.. ugh You don’t want to know. I hit the back door in time to aim and kill him. Senior is freakin the fuck out, and wounded. I shoot him with Juniors gun. I hear sirens – go out the back door and trip over the damn garbage can. Get to my car and arrive to answer the call, and take control of the scene.”
A slight smirk, as she nods. “I direct the investigation, call Imogen, get her to find supporting evidence to the robbery gone bad, I cover my tracks, everyone’s happy, and I use it to test you. A test that you mostly passed. Not bad, for a rookie.”
[Derek Anderson] He listens to her and nods “Well i didn’t expect the scene would involve the wyrm or that i was sleeping with the killer you know” He smiles slightly
“Well, I’m sure some others have passed this test better than me, thought they probably didn’t have the previously mentioned elements in the scenario. Well the sleeping with you, maybe, but not you as the suspect.”
His eyes looks at her face as he pulls off his gloves “Tell me, how could I done this better?” He asks with curiosity. He wanted to improve himself after all.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, and nods toward the door, and leads him back out from the scene. “Number one thing for us is to ALWAYS expect the wyrm. Most times, it doesn’t end up that way, but when it does, it’s best to be prepared for the worst. And no – you came to your conclusions faster than anyone else I’ve tested.” Ah, a compliment. And it’s with that little smirk. And she doesn’t suggest she’s slept with the other test takers – he knows well her past.
As for the rest. “If this were a fresh scene, you’d have seen more, because the bodies would still be here, etc. You did exactly right according to the information you had. You also expected me to know exactly what happened, so weren’t surprised that I did know more than I should have.” A little grin, and then she shrugs. “Or you could have noticed the shit on my shoe, and the fact we are on clean sidewalks – but the alley is dirty as fuck. Thats the only thing you missed. You were looking at my ass, instead of my feet.”
[Derek Anderson] He nods at her compliment. Seems like he wasn’t only good to pleasure her and cook. He might actually make it as an homicide detective. He walks with her outside, grinning at her comment about her shoes “True but to be honest, unless you fall on your ass, I will always miss the evidence on your shoes…that ass is absolutely captivating”
The move to the cars “How about we get back home…maybe you could congratulate me properly on my performance and I could also make you forget that ugly guy you had to shot?”
He grins and heads to his car, both knowing they will get to their apartment…not hers any more, theirs. Once they reach it, it will start in the stairs with kissing and groping then the entrance of the apartment with more kissing an undressing. Fucking in the living room then rest until they reach the bedroom…oral sex on both of them then much more fucking in various positions and holes if she was in the mood.
In the end, they will fall asleep in each others arms as they often do now, completely spent, oblivious to the rest of the world…only they mattered at that moment.
[Izzy Montoya] [and fade. :)]