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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 17:05:03 GMT -8
Spring break. Roxanne didn't think there was anything quite like it. Especially when she would be moving across town after it was over. She wasn't looking forward to attending Degrassi, but she would deal. The sixteen year old had gone to Casa Loma that morning, and it was about two in the afternoon when she got back, keeping her balance as she rode back home on her skateboard. She stopped and stepped on the edge of her board, picking it up. Popping her gum, she bobbed her head to her ipod as she pulled her key out and started to unlock it. As she tried to put it in the keyhole, though, she dropped it. Bending down, she picked it up, when she heard a noise. "Elvira?" she called her cat, thinking he was in the bushes by the barbecue grills. She looked around and stepped closer.
"What are you--" she stopped, seeing a strand of hair. Was someone passed out or something? She looked around, but none of the other tenants were around. "Hey," she walked over "lady. You don't want security to--" she stopped, eyes widened. The head....it wasn't attached to anything past the neck. Panicking, she looked around, unable to breathe. Finally, she let out a scream.
The cops were called. To Roxanne, it was all a blur. She had called the cops, who told her to stay there. And as she sat on the ground next to the bench, hugging her legs, the teenager couldn't take her eyes off the woman. She stayed silent as the police officers showed up, even when she was asked questions. She just couldn't find her voice. One of them said something about detectives being on the way, and she nodded in return.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 17:16:27 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, Detective Garrett. We've checked all of the videos, spoken to all of the teachers and staff. There was nobody unusual on school grounds."
"Well, try again. Come on, you think one of their students decided oh, I'm going to send an arsenic chocolate chip cookie to Heather just as her mother is receiving a threat? These are children, ok, the oldest are twelve. You have got to be serious"
"Not a student"
"No. We already went that route. The perp is a teenager. Last I heard from forensics, we're most likely looking at a teenage girl." she shook her head. This made no sense. She was so tired, but she knew she needed to think outside the box. Otherwise, she would never figure it out.
"Detective, you have a call on line four"
Nodding, Rhean went to the phone and picked it up. Listening to what the person said on the other line, she nodded "Ok, I'll be there. Thank you." she hung up. Oh, boy.
Novac and Wood were not going to be happy. Rhean was about to step onto their territory. But really, what was more important? Solving the cases or their stupid pride? Rhean got herself a burger before heading over. She raised her eyebrow at the scene. Parking, she flashed her id to a police officer and stepped under the CAUTION tape. She noticed the girl and took a note of it. After all, she was looking for a teenage girl. "Well, this looks fun" she spoke, announcing her presence.[/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 17:29:27 GMT -8
As soon as the call went to 9-1-1, the press knew about it. The television news camera crew was the first to find out, and eventually, the Toronto Star got wind of it. And as always, Maggie was sent to the scene. The blond was looking forward to getting a real story. Nothing said real like murder, right? And it was so much simpler than the massacre that happened over the weekend. The journalist arrived, wearing her id around her neck and looked around. "Hi, Maargaret Maxwell. Who found the woman?" she asked a security guard, who pointed to the teenager.
Maggie turned around. The girl looked around Tara's age. She was all alone, too. Good. She wouldn't have to fight to get her interview. "Hi. I'm Margaret Maxwell, I'm with the Toronto Star. Can you tell me what happened here?" she put a voice recorder in the girl's face. The young girl's eyes widened and stared back at her. She was probably scared. That made it all the more perfect. Emotions were gold in a story like this.
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Post by Alexander Novak on May 30, 2011 18:07:16 GMT -8
Alex's car swerved onto the crime scene, despite how fast he drove, he didn't beat the camera crews or the forensic team; but it was the other car, another detective's car that made him curse under his breath. "How illegal do you think it'd be if I shot at the cameras?" Alex asked out loud as he put the car into park and shut off the engine. He wouldn't have minded it, frankly. He hated the media. Sure, it was necessary in some respects and he did watch the news often, but they got in his way and fed off of bloodshed. Not to mention, leads on a case got hounded often. "Or Detective Garrett, think I could shoot at her?" He asked, pulling his keys out of the ignition before he opened the door. He skimmed the people around, quickly noting the teenager and where the detective was. It was the reporter heading towards the teenager that caused him to walk over. "Hey, I need to interview that before you do, okay? Thanks. Move on." He was speaking quickly, figuring that his partner was alongside of him as he moved to the Caution tape and rolled his eyes at Rhean.
"You're lost, Garrett. This is our case." He announced. He didn't like them moving in on their jurisdiction. They were perfectly capable of handling their cases. Hell, at least theirs weren't all over the damn news. "We don't need you attracting flies," he informed her and gestured back with a nod to all of the media that showed up. He knew it wasn't technically her fault. They would have come anyway, but he took advantage of the moment to give her hell for it. He didn't like the woman, but it was nothing personal. It was professional. And he didn't think she should have been there.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 18:59:10 GMT -8
Roxanne's throat was very dry. She didn't speak to the woman, but when she saw the man, she quickly stood up. "I just wanna go home. Can I go home?" even though, she knew the answer. And as a police officer told her she needed to stay there, she scoffed and kicked at the ground. She wished her mother could be here. But the college wasn't on spring break. And her mom had a full day of classes. Plus, she was getting ready for stupid patients. Her long hair covered her eyes, and she watched Alexander, arms folded across her stomach.
Rhean rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Novac. "This is a little out of your league, Alexander. This one belongs to me. Look behind the right ear. My serial killer's trademark. And trust me, you do not want to deal with this one." She shook her head. "I didn't bring them along. They were here, probably before I found out about this." she turned to one of the forensic tehnicians. "check for missing hands" she told him and he nodded.
Maggie looked up when the detective told her to back away. Standing up, she didn't say a word as she took a picture of him and grinned. When Rhean mentioned the serial killer, she walked over "do you think this has any connections to Saturday's massacre at Degrassi Community School?" she asked, holding up the recorder to her. She really didn't care that she was being intrusive. It was her job, after all.
Kenneth chuckled at the idea of shooting cameras. "we can always get them for obstruction of justice," he piped up as they approached the scene. He groaned at Rhean and smirked. "Well, you're obviously fucking something up." he decided to throw in, especially when he heard the reporter mention the massacre. He walked over to the body, though, putting on gloves, and as he picked up the left hand, he saw a delicate manicure and a ring. "Wedding ring," he called to his partner, turning the limb over. It was cold to the touch. "someone froze it"
Rhean turned around "what? That never happens" since when did the killer freeze the bodies?
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Post by Alexander Novak on May 30, 2011 20:54:51 GMT -8
"Out of my league?" He laughed, "what makes you think you can make that judgement? --Why the hell are you looking for hands?" Frankly, he didn't care what she thought was in his league or not. He definitely was no worse of a detective than she was. He would say that he was ten times better than she was. Glancing down at the body, he was about to say something when he heard the journalist and groaned. Finally, he walked up to her. "Look ma'am, I'm only going to say this once: Get back." Then looking back to Rhean with the blame, he frowned. "Is there a reason you're letting journalists this damn close to the body? We need to keep a little secrecy for a reason." He really hated the media when they did this. And right now, he wanted to arrest the journalist just on point alone. Too bad he couldn't do that. And instead of dwelling on it, he walked over to join his partner, eyeing the body at his comment.
"Frozen? He was saving it for something. Could mean it she meant a little more than the rest," he paused, glancing at Rhean with a chuckle. "Well, apparently, sweetheart, it did happen." All he wanted was to be able to do his job without the other detective there and without reporters swarming around the scene. At least she was there alone; having to deal with two of them was something that he'd rather not do. Rhean was bad enough, in his opinion. He didn't care that they were all technically on the same side. The city was split up between different precincts and he liked it to stay that way without too much interaction.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 22:31:06 GMT -8
"Maybe because I'm the one who's managed to stay alive while chasing this one." she retorted when he asked why she thought she could make that judgement. "You have no idea what you're dealing with here." God, where the hell was Cameron? Rhean trusted him, she didn't want anyone else touching her evidence. She didn't answer his question until she went closer and saw that the hands were, in fact, there. "Damn it. Well, you know, when you have hands and no body, you tend to look for bodies that are missing them. Go figure"
In the corner of her eye, though, she could see Maggie craning her neck and taking notes. "Ok, back behind the tape. Now"
Maggie blinked "you don't need to be rude."
"Yeah, well, deal with it. You don't need to be up here. Now go"
Maggie groaned but stepped back behind the tape, just in time for Cameron to walk up. "thank god" she grabbed his arm and pulled him under the tape. "This one's different. Frozen. Go, go! Before they contaminate it or something"
Kenneth glared at Rhean "contaminate it? How about I throw it at you? Is that contaminating it enough for you?" he snapped, already starting to lose his temper with her. Looking at Alex, he sighed "my question is, where's the husband at?" If the woman wasn't reported missing, his money was on the husband. He looked up at Roxanne "that the kid who found her?" he asked his partner.
"she won't talk," one of the police officers piped up
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Post by Alexander Novak on May 30, 2011 23:02:30 GMT -8
Alex's brow furrowed momentarily. He had a body without hands; a body to what he presumed was a serial killer getting started. So far, there were only two victims and then a quiet lull. "They wouldn't happen to be the hands of a woman between 35 and 40 would they? Wedding ring? Strong traces of bleach?" He was a little hopeful, but at the same time, he would be genuinely annoyed if his hands ended up there. It wouldn't make a lot of sense. It wasn't how their killer worked. He had a very clear pattern. Shaking it off a little, he wanted to focus on the body at hand. And once the journalist was sent away, he was able to focus a little more on it. He still wasn't planning on letting Rhean take over. Especially not when she started talking about contaminating it. Glancing at his partner, he smirked. "Or slap her with it," he joked. He walked around the pieces of the body, eyeing it over as he did.
"Cashing in on his wife's death? Or a double murder. We could be dealing with one of those hermit momma boys, y'know, jealous of daddy can't have mommy to himself," he offered up. Since one theory wasn't good enough. It could very well be the husband. "Or a jealous ex." He added. There were a lot of options, but he figured that they'd get it. Alex glanced over where the teenager was and frowned, heading back in that direction. "Hey, you wanna come here for a second? This won't take long."
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 23:22:49 GMT -8
Roxanne bit her lip, looking at the body. When Alex headed back over and called to her, she swallowed and dragged her feet, obeying him. She stepped in front of him, looking down. She didn't know what to say. What was she supposed to say? Right about now, she decided to focus on her shoes. Yeah, her shoes. They were new converse shoes. She had just gotten them at the mall. The mall. She had thought about heading there after Casa Loma, and hadn't. God, she wished she had.
The way he described the hands caused her eyes to narrow. Oh, so the hands were his? Well, good. She had a little bit of leverage over him. "Maybe. Maybe not. It's not relevant to this case" Smirking, Rhean followed Cameron to the body. "ok, Cam. Do your magic. Tell me what I need to hear. What was the girl wearing?" she asked, folding her arms as she watched him look for footprints.
Girl? Roxanne's head shot up. She looked at the woman and shook her head "nuh uh. I didn't do anything wrong!" she quickly told the detective. Well, that got her to speak up. But she really hadn't! Why would she kill some random woman? She wouldn't. She wouldn't even kill anyone who wasn't random. Murder just wasn't on her to-do list.
Kenneth chuckled at his partner when he suggested to slap her with the hand. "They have money. That's one big rock" he observed, looking at the ring before slowly putting the hand in an evidence bag. When he heard Rhean, he rolled his eyes "naw, kid. Don't listen to her. She's an idiot who doesn't know what she's talking about. And she needs to shut up"
Rhean glared "don't tell me to shut up!" she snapped
"or what?" Kenneth queried. Cameron's eyes shifted before he silently took a picture.
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