Finding a Friend, Or Networking ((35))

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya leaned back further in his chair, a brow arching as the other started to pace. Listening, he began to fiddle slightly with the fountain pen he had been using. "We have been looking into antique dealers," he replied. "And we are going to the museums tomorrow to see if anyone can tell us anything about what type of knife it might have been. Do you have any ideas?"

[sybbil]

Bautista continued on, wondering if the Commissioner had even noticed his slip. "Like I said earlier, a smaller blade with jagged edges to judge by the ragged wounds. Double-edged as well, to get that range of motion."

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya nodded, brain tired and processing a little slow. "Wait, which connection were you told to ignore?"

[sybbil]

Breathing deep, Bautista took the plunge. "I was told by my superior in Miami that the fact these murdered men were known to be intimately connected with the local criminal element and had many enemies was inconsequential. That I shouldn't stick my whiskers where they didn't belong."

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya blinked, blinked again. "Sadly, I do not think we can say the same of this case. This man has no connection to the underworld that can be found and, well, usually we can find those out pretty quickly." He did not comment on Moreno's old officer, the very thought of him was sending Sonya's fur up along his spine.

[sybbil]

Bautista nodded. "I seem to remember that the old man was a Priest, God rest his soul." Bautista crossed himself and continued. "I heard he was at the docks to attempt to save souls."

[victoriousscarf]

Brows quirking upright at that motion, Sonya nodded. "Yes, that does appear to be what he was doing. But that does not fit into the profile of your Miami killer."

[sybbil]

"Call it a gut-feeling, sir. An instinct, that these murders are connected. I'll investigate this as well as I can, but unless we find a lead with the antique dealers or the museums, I'm afraid we might hit a dead-end, like with the previous cases I mentioned. Heaven forbid, we have another murder..." Bautista grimaced, obviously hoping that that wouldn't become the case.

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya blinked, and then nodded. "Rather. I believe we are all hoping for not only a lead, but no more murders. But, if they are the same cat, last time he just went after underworld related cases, yes?"

[sybbil]

"Possibly as a hired gun, or knife, as it were. That was the impression I received before the Miami cases went cold."

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya paused and then nodded. "Which means it would be possible for it to be the same cat. Not certain yet, but possible." He shuffled the papers in front of him, and finished off the coffee that Moreno had brought him.

[sybbil]

Bautista shifted from one paw to another, suddenly remembering the ache in them. "Is there anything else you need tonight, sir?"

[victoriousscarf]

Taking a moment to consider, Sonya shook his head. "No, I do not believe there is. Thank you though. And thank you for the coffee. Tomorrow we shall look some more at different dealers and those that might be able to tell us anything about the knife used."

[sybbil]

Understanding the dismissal, Bautista flicked an informal salute towards his superior officer. "Yessir. See you in the morning, sir." He ambled slowly out the door, but a second later, his head poked back in. "Sir?"

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya blinked at him, having almost fallen asleep in that intervening moment. God, he needed to get home soon. "Yes, Moreno?"