Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster But you do not know. You can't know, not really, Kinsman said with an unseen smile, his pencil still scratching away. I am however interested in what you suspect. No one is perfect, and we have reason to believe that Mr. Kohr was decidedly less than perfect. Naturally I cannot reveal to you what information we have, as it might inadvertently compromise parts of our investigation. He also didn't intend to share the fact that there was no information yet, merely speculation upon a pattern that might not even exist. I know this must be hard for you, he continued, his voice continuing to show an absolute lack of sympathy, but it would be very helpful if you were to help us focus our efforts in the search for the remaining pieces of evidence. Any suspicions you may have held about his activities, things he refused to tell you, chance comments that struck you as odd. Perhaps a certain place or certain items that you were forbidden from interacting with. The writing paused for a moment, Kinsman focusing intently upon the blind woman and any unconscious clues she might give away. Of course, you could keep insisting that David was a saint and that there couldn't possibly be anything to find. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we would then have to make it our job to be sure there was nothing to find in his or your past. We must look into every possibility after all, even the possibility that we cannot find evidence of his crimes because you are somehow covering them up. I can't imagine what the press would think. Sometimes even the unspoken threat was enough for the witness to crack, to start spilling every detail they could think of in an desperate attempt to not be seen as covering something up. Kinsman didn't think this woman would break so easily, but sometimes you were pleasantly surprised. ------------------------------------------------ Joseph sighed slightly as he eventually made his way into the small office, discovered the seemingly endless boxes stuffed into the closet. It would take hours to go through all of those boxes in search of evidence, assuming that there was even evidence there to find. Kohr had enjoyed taking photos during his indulgences, but unless the man was stupid enough to leave them lying around somewhere it would take quite a while to actually find them. For the moment he pulled on a pair of leather gloves, a pair that Emile would have found disquietingly familiar, flipped open the small laptop and turned it on, starting to rummage through the desk and papers on it for anything that might be a password as the computer booted. Thankfully the man's nearly obsessive neatness meant it wasn't that hard to find a small Rolodex with phone numbers and addresses also had a small list of passwords and their related sites. Kohr had been security-conscious enough to choose long, complicated passwords, but apparently not conscious enough to actually memorize them. The second password worked, and soon Joseph was browsing through the laptop's files. The neatness had continued here, and the Documents folder had been divided into dozens of subfolders, each with their own subfolders that separated every possible document from what must have been every case he worked on. It would take too long to actually go through them all, so he brought up a search bar and, after a few moments thought, began a search for every type of image file. Hundreds of results were returned, most of them scans of documents and photographs to be submitted into evidence. Page after page of thumbnails were quickly browsed through, and nothing. Joseph returned to the search bar, activating the options to search through hidden and system folders, and looked again. Unfortunately, this search bore fruit. And as the images began to play across the screen, Joseph Heller sighed deeply. There were huge amounts of paper documents and CD-Rs, and any one of them could be copies of what he was finding now. How the fuck was he supposed to hide all of this?