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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 22:00:00 GMT -8
Sonya blinked at the dial-tone, and hung the phone back up, swiping an abandoned cup of coffee on his way back into the room. "You're brother is on the way," he said, taking a seat and a long drink of the coffee.
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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 2:39:52 GMT -8
Tugger looked up as he was addressed. "Thank you." he said again, "He's probably gonna be furious when he gets here..." he let the sentance hang, not really sure where he was going with it. He was refusing to answer questions, but Tugger was a natural conversationalist, it felt odd to sit out the wait for his brother in silence."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 8:52:15 GMT -8
Sonya raised his brows at that, taking another drink of coffee. Furious...? Interesting. If he was more awake, he might have been more able to use that. "You want some coffee?" he asked.
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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 9:55:58 GMT -8
Tugger was somewhat surprised at the offer, "You have no idea how good that sounds to me right now."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 14:34:05 GMT -8
"Right," Sonya said, finishing his own cup and rising. "I'll be back in a moment then, don't do anything."
He returned a few moments later, a new cup in his paw, and handed the second one over.
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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 15:46:58 GMT -8
Tugger shrugged, he was in an interrogation room that contained a table and two chairs and not a lot else, what was he honestly going to do?
When Sonya returned, Tugger gratefully accepted the second cup, bedragged and tired as he was, it seemed like the most welcome thing in the world right now. After nodding his thanks, Tugger couldn't help but frown at Sonya over the top of the mug. "This ain't exactly what I was expecting." he admitted after a few moments.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 15:56:39 GMT -8
There was a knock on the door to the interrogation room to alert Sonya that someone was coming in. A young officer stepped in, holding the door for Munkustrap who entered immediately behind him.
The silver tabby looked less than thrilled, his overcoat damp from the mist and the suit underneath looking a bit rumpled. His blue gaze darted to his brother for a moment, mentally tallying whether or not Tugger was injured in any way before turning to the Police Commissioner. "Commissioner Vlask, I believe? I'm Munkustrap Hollister." He extended a paw, but his expression was cold. "I do hope we can get this sorted out quickly."
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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 16:02:09 GMT -8
Tugger felt an odd wave of relief when his brother walked in, though as soon as Munkustrap spoke, his ears flattened close to his head, and he sunk a little in his seat. He felt like he was five years old again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 18:26:54 GMT -8
Sonya shook the paw of the other. "Yes," he agreed. "I am Commissioner Vlask, and I would love to get this sorted out as quickly as possible." Preferably before he feel asleep on the interrogation table.
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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 18:42:23 GMT -8
Tugger listened to the exchange in silence, not quite daring to meet his brother's eyes, even in greeting. His heart sunk a little further when he heard Sonya's job title for the first time, he'd not realised that he was being delt with by the Felidae PD Commissoner himself. This was probably more serious than he'd realised.
Of course it's serious, there was a murder and you were stupid enough to get caught running from the scene!
It also occured to Tugger for the first time that although he had not comitted the crime, he knew exactly who had. If the Commissioner cottoned on to any notion of that, short of testifying against his brother, he was in big trouble.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 21:36:20 GMT -8
"Now, you weren't very clear over the phone. What's happened here and why are you holding him?" Munkus spoke calmly, his tone bland much as it was when asking a question of a witness.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 21:49:38 GMT -8
Sonya nodded. "There was a murder down at the docks tonight, much like another murder earlier this week. Your brother here was found running from the crime scene, which was still fresh, maybe fifteen minutes old. We're holding him for questioning on whether he was involved, or saw anything as a witness."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 21:52:04 GMT -8
Munkustrap managed not to react much to that, his jaw tensing very slightly. Wonderful, it couldn't possibly be something simple. "Well then, do let's get this over with."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 21:56:35 GMT -8
Sonya waved hand to the table. "Please," he said. "Do take a seat." He pulled the other chair out and sat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 21:59:07 GMT -8
Munkus hid his grimace. Sitting up half the night in an interrogation room because Tugger ahd gotten himself mixed up in something had not been on his agenda. He sat down, glancing at his brother.
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