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

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Get the hell in here, Davies snarled a scant instant after Joseph knocked upon his office door. Joseph sighed slightly, giving himself a moment to take a deep breath before he finally opened the door and stepped into the sergeant's office, standing straight at attention. You wanted to see me, sir? Davies glared at him, he was virtually incapable of looking at people without glaring at them, but there was almost some sympathy in that glare as the young man in the office turned to look at Joseph, a wide smile that he probably thought was charming plastered on his face. Officer Heller! he exclaimed. So good to see you again. Now why didn't you tell me you were the one responsible for keeping our little Bogeygirl in line? Lieutenant Kinsman was barely out of his twenties, and was not only absolutely convinced that he was the smartest person in the world but felt it was his God-given duty to be sure everyone else knew that too. To say that he was an irritation to the rest of the police force, and everyone else he came into contact with, was an understatement. I have been assigned to be Ms. Burns' primary contact within the police force, yes, Heller answered in a tightly controlled voice. How wonderful it would be to show Kinsman just how little he actually knew. But he couldn't do that, couldn't strike so close to home. It made things far more complicated then he liked them to be. Yes, she is the only known witness to the Bogeyman, but so far investigations have revealed no further connections between her and the man himself, he added, even Heller feeling a strange need to defend the woman against the accusations of the ignorant. No artist liked to see credit for his work go to someone else. Yes, yes, Kinsman answered, waving a hand dismissively. Never did think much of that theory, you can't expect a blind person to be able to handle anything like that when they can barely function as it is. But we have he said with a sudden grin, learned a few very interesting things about the other victims. You've heard the theory, I assume? I'm familiar. Splendid. Have her brought into one of the interrogation rooms, and in the meantime I want you to go back to her house and start poking around dear old Dennis' effects. Davies has got the warrants all ready, don't you Davies? He briefly glanced back at the sergeant, apparently not noticing or choosing to ignore the baleful stare that was returned. Wonderful! Kinsman exclaimed, brushing past Heller and out of the office, making a beeline for the waiting room. Davies was silent for a moment before he tossed a folder towards Joseph. He's an asshole, he growled, but he's not wrong. What they found in that house was enough to Kinsman to convince a judge that Dennis was guilty of something, or the Bogeyman wouldn't have gone for him. Probably bullshit like ever other damn theory we've had. Check it out anyway. Sparky quite enjoyed the attention he was receiving, and Morric was kind enough to convince the other officers that there was no harm in letting him join Emile in the interrogation room she'd been there dozens of times, and most of the cops knew that there was no more harm in her than there was in any grieving family member. Most of them. And so the two of them were brought into a room and left to wait, Sparky's head lying upon Emile's lap, until the door finally opened and the new Lieutenant entered. Ms. Burns, he said in a voice filled with something akin to anticipation. I am Lieutenant Kinsman. Why don't you go ahead and tell me your story in your own words?