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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 16:25:53 GMT -8
Sonya Vlask looked around the police department and sighed softly to himself. He had just informed the entire station of what had happened the night before, though many of them already knew.
It had been one of their own, one of their own families...
Slipping back into his office, he paced the small space, files already spread over the desk and chairs again. He considered his cup, the one that usually held coffee and considered smashing it against the wall. Instead, he sank down into the chair again, staring at the files and hoping somewhere in there was some clue to solve this...
((Open at the moment for any police reactions.))
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Post by qualapec on Apr 21, 2011 16:56:21 GMT -8
Vala felt the anger and fear like a miasma, like a too-hot paranoia clinging to her fur. She found Sonya in his office, and it was hard to keep her voice from shaking. She'd just gone over the crime scene photos. "Sir," she said with a nod. "Another body was discovered in the park." It seemed like a shallow afterthought right then. "We think it's the same perpetrator."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 17:00:14 GMT -8
Looking up, Sonya blinked at her. His brain almost didn't process that for a moment. "How old is the body?" he asked softly. "How long did we miss it for?"
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Post by qualapec on Apr 21, 2011 17:35:14 GMT -8
"A little over two weeks. It was dumped in the creek that runs through Central Park and the water level dropped."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 18:25:39 GMT -8
Sonya covered his face with both paws for a moment, breaking enough to swear under his breath. "Two weeks?" he asked, not yelling but his voice thundering. "We missed that for two weeks?"
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Post by qualapec on Apr 21, 2011 18:50:36 GMT -8
Vala tried not to flinch. Everycat was jittery. "Jogger found him about an hour ago. He's got the same knife wounds."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 21, 2011 19:26:06 GMT -8
Sonya knew the volumes his voice could reach, especially in an enclosed space and visibly tried to calm himself down. "Thank you, Tortoiseshell for letting me know," he said, voice having gone completely flat.
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Post by sybbil on Apr 22, 2011 19:20:33 GMT -8
Bautista knocked on the door-frame of the commissioner's office. "You wanted to see me, sir?" His voice was flat, controlled. Every line in his body spoke of tension, and his eyes were a brilliant deep gold that spoke of anger that was being kept under tight control.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 23, 2011 14:35:00 GMT -8
Sonya looked the other over once and almost sighed but managed to keep it under wraps. "Yes, Moreno." But now he wasn't so sure, considering he remembered the tom's family from the file records. "I wanted to check to see if you had made any progress, any clues."
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Post by sybbil on Apr 24, 2011 21:47:23 GMT -8
Bautista shook his head, a short, sharp motion. His voice was low and regretful, a note of grief as he started to droop. "No, sir. No new leads." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, as though waiting for a blow to fall.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 25, 2011 9:27:25 GMT -8
Sonya let out a long, lost sounding breath at that, face buried in his paws. He was past the point of swearing or yelling even, so his voice was very calm. "Get every officer we have out on the streets sweeping the place, and do it now. Even corrupt cops, trainees, I do not give a damn, get them out there. We know he has a kit with him now. Look everywhere, ask everycat. And do it now," he said, finally looking back up at the two officers.
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Post by sybbil on Apr 26, 2011 21:38:40 GMT -8
Bautista threw the commissioner a sharp salute, his gold eyes burning. "Yes sir. Right away." He turned to go, but hesitated at the door. "Sir... how is Andrew?", He asked in a rough, low voice.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 26, 2011 22:06:25 GMT -8
Sonya's ears flickered back. "He is not at work today. I gave him as much time off as he needs but he is doing badly. I just hope we can at least get his daughter back to him."
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Post by sybbil on Apr 28, 2011 15:44:45 GMT -8
He let out a shaky breath, nodded once. "By God's Grace, I hope so." With that last statement, Bautista swept out of the office and almost fled down the hall to the main room. He hesitated for a moment and called out in a clear demand. "All right! I want every able-bodied officer out on the streets NOW! Move your sorry behinds, I want you searching!"
((Exeunt Bautista Moreno))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 28, 2011 16:28:56 GMT -8
Sonya watched him go, turning back to Vala with a sigh. "Can you start working on things here?" he asked softly. "I am sorry I cannot take you into the field at this point."
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