It’s another scene like hundreds of scenes she’s been too over the years. Mundane, typical, filled with patterns that are easily seen after so many years on the job. There are the key elements: a body, blood spatter, a murder weapon, and likely even this early, a suspect who’s almost always closer than one would expect.
But sometimes, sometimes there are elements of surprise, that no one seems to expect. There are subtleties that they don’t catch, or can’t catch, and it is in this that Izzy excels. It is in this that she has rebuilt her career after leaving Chicago nearly a decade ago. No one knows how she does it. No one understands. No one can figure out how she gets the information she does…
Izzy doesn’t explain. “It’s just a hunch.”
…it’s never ‘just’ anything.
They’re used to seeing her like this, crouched by the body, her hands encased in latex gloves, held loosely together between her knees. She stares at the body, her eyes taking in every detail. This one was beaten. Bludgeoned. He didn’t die easy – it was painful, and slow. The officers are taking bets on it being someone he owed money too – maybe a bookie, or the mob. The cops love to blame the mob for everything – it’s easiest.
Izzy isn’t so sure. Not yet.
She rubs her temples, lightly, her brow furrowed into a frown, as she simply.. listens. And then growls, under her breath. “Shut th’fuck up you morons.” It’s snapped, and they’re startled enough to comply.
She takes a breath, and just stares at the body.
…you need to leave…
…I can’t. he’ll….
…what? come after you? you need to get help…
…i tried! they didn’t believe me…
…try again…
…it’s too late. there’s no helping us now…
…i swear i’ll pay it back…
…don’t worry about it. just get out…
…mama? mama i’m scared…
…i know baby, me too…
…i didn’t mean it…
…its not your fault, baby it was never your fault…
…mama, he’s coming…
…shhh. be very quiet. hide now. don’t look. whatever you do, don’t look. just put your headphones on, and play your game…
…but mama….
…no buts. turn it up now. i love you…
…forever and always…
…forever and always…
…i told you, i told you if you touched her again…
…aw sweeting, I didn’t…
…liar! don’t you DARE lie to me…
…but i love you, you n’her both…
…that’s not love! it’s sick! its wrong!…
…i have needs!…
…so. do. i…
thwack
She grunts, as with an impact, and her eyes clear again as she looks up. Sometimes, her job sucks. If ever there was a justifiable homicide, this was it. She takes a breath, and stands, and moves to the closet across the way, pulling it open and bending down to rifle through the contents absently. She turns to the left, and then gestures to the officer collecting evidence. “There’s your murder weapon.”
Under the table there, a blood covered baseball bat. When asked what was in the closet, she just presses her lips together, and shakes her head. “Not sure. There’s a bag with some clothing – children sizes – and barbies, along with regular stuff.”
She’s lying. She knows exactly what was in the closet – a very scared and scarred little girl. It’s with a deep sigh that she looks at the officer holding the dead man’s wallet. “Anything on the wife?”
They wonder how she does it.
She wonders why.
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[Rolls witnessed by Mei]
[Izzy – Rollin]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
Echoes: per+emp+spec diff 7 +wp
[Izzy – Rollin]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8 ) Re-rolls: 1
BAH, dammit. Kahseeno HATES Izzy. +1 diff.
[Izzy – Rollin]
THERE. *L* Thanks!
[Mei]
No problem!