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Post by Alfred F Jones on May 25, 2011 16:57:14 GMT -5
Nick hurried back up to the morgue, where Doc Robbins was typing up his findings. He looked unsurprised to see Nick back and asked what he was doing back there. “We found a bracelet – just a cheap thing but it looks like it was snapped off. Since we’re still trying to find the primary scene, we just wondered if there were any marks that might correspond to it.” Robbins shrugged. “Bracelets tend to be loose, they don’t usually leave a mark. If it got caught and snapped pre-mortem, the mark might have faded away within half and hour.” He hesitated a moment. “There was some post-mortem marks on your vics, signs of being moved. And on both your female vics wrists. It’s a real stretch and it wouldn’t stand up in court.” Nick sighed. “Thanks, I know. I guess I can ask the family if it’s hers, but I thought it might be kinder to ask you first.”
He went back to where Greg was looking through the microscope at the fragment of shirt and relayed the information. Greg nodded at him, apparently engrossed in checking out the sample, although he did add that it had certainly been torn rather than cut and matched what one might expect if someone had brushed past and ripped clothes without noticing. “It looks the same colour as what our suspect was wearing,” Nick commented, although there was really no way to be certain without a lab test.
“I think we might have to go back and check the suspects clothes,” he said thoughtfully. “If there’s a tear, we might be able to place him at that playground. Although we might be looking in entirely the wrong place.” He gave Greg a crooked smile; he didn’t think they were in the wrong place, his gut told him that they’d got it right and something had happened there, but his gut wasn’t evidence. “We might also be able to spook him into saying something else. It’s worth a shot.”
(Blech, lame, sorry!)
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Post by Alfred F Jones on May 25, 2011 16:57:26 GMT -5
"And it's always fun to see the look of the suspect's face when you walk in and ask them what they're wearing..." Greg said without really thinking, eyes focused on what he was doing for a moment before he then turned and looked to Nick with a small smile, "Sorry," he used tweezers and put the material back into its evidence bag, "With any luck they'll still have him in holding and won't have taken him through to the jail cell yet." They only got so long where the perp was in their custody before he was transported to the local police-station. 24-hours was all they had before this kid would be released, and then chances were he'd be gone as sppn as he got the chance to get out. They had to work fast, considering that they didn't have much time, but working quick was no excuse for being sloppy... if they fucked up then everything would go to pot in one movement.
Making their way down to their temporary holding cells they asked to see their perp in the meeting room, one of the 'guards' nodded and told them he'd be up in a few minutes, "Oh--" Greg paused, "And can we have every item of clothing he had with him when he came in, wearing or otherwise, when you bring him up?" The bloke gave him a weird look but Greg barely even registered it; even when he wasn't working people looked at him like that all the time and so he was more than used to it by that point.
They fetched some coffee before going into the interrogation room, getting some to offer their perp too, before they settled. The boy walked in, a jacket over his arm, a confused and definitely wary look on his face. "What's this about?" Greg didn't respond, eyes focused on the jacket in the young man's hand; the inside lining looked as though it matched the scrap that they had found when they had been in the playground. "Excuse me..." he asked casuallu, "Can I have a look at this?"
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Post by Trash on May 31, 2011 1:38:02 GMT -5
The kid gave them a wary look as he handed over his jacket and Nick glanced at it at Greg checked the lining. There were several pulls in the material and a tear in the lining, right in the seam. It could have been the result of wear... but there was some of the material missing and Nick was willing to bet that the scrap they had was from it. They had a potential match, now if only they knew what the hell had gone on out there!
“We need this jacket as evidence,” he said casually, noticing how the kid looked terrified – he could almost feel sorry for him if it wasn’t for the other kids involved, the ones who had ended up dead. “You could save us all a lot of time and trouble if you told us what really happened.” He was treading a line he knew, there was a chance the kid would clam up altogether now that he’d suggested that they knew there was more to all this than he’d confessed to, but they could get lucky. Quite often people just gave up with the lies when it all got too confusing and exhausting.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Jun 1, 2011 2:55:27 GMT -5
He looked between them, and then back again, and Greg made a show of shrugging, wondering if another bluff would work out. "We already think we've got everything sorted out, we just need to check something, and your jacket will really help..." The kid seemed to get even paler and Greg was momentarily afraid that he was even going to keep over even though he was acting with as much bravado as he could.
Finally, he scrubbed a hand over his face and seemed to sag down weakly, all of the fight going out of him, "It wasn't supposed to go down like this..." he mumbled, looking down at the table. However, for the moment, it seemed as though he had no interest in coming out with anything more. Greg adjusted himself somewhat, looking to the tape-recorder that they had been recording the entire interview on. It was still going, and hopefully they would soon get something worth listening to. "So?" he prompted, a little gentler this time, "How was it suppposed to go down then?"
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