Wainwright answers the phone and as expect, it is dispatch. "Detective Wainwright, this is dispatch. Homicide reported at 47 Maubert Ave." There is a pause, "One dead. No other details reported. Two uniforms on the scene."
Wainwright knows the area, the north end of Little Armenia, a little shithole section of Hollywood. Probably a mugging or drug deal gone bad. His obsession would have to wait ...
Homicide
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Re: A Boring Day
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Re: A Boring Day
Wainright speaks into the reciever almost mechanically, "I'll be right there."
He scoops up the pizza on the floor, and shoves it into the fridge over the mountains of old takeout. Checks himself in the mirror - notes that he almost fell asleep in his clothes again - grabs his gun and personal effects, and heads for the door.
"Finally, some work. I should be excited about now..."
"Excited about a dead body. Kinky."
He shakes the thoughts out of his head. "This is business," he reminds himself as he descends the stairs to the street, hops into his car - if you can call the rusty crate of bolts that was at some point his father's vintage El Camino - and rolls out.
As soon as he's on the road, he flips open his cell phone and dials his partner. Might as well do this proper and get him on the scene too... who knows what kind of sick shit he's going to find when he arrives?
He scoops up the pizza on the floor, and shoves it into the fridge over the mountains of old takeout. Checks himself in the mirror - notes that he almost fell asleep in his clothes again - grabs his gun and personal effects, and heads for the door.
"Finally, some work. I should be excited about now..."
"Excited about a dead body. Kinky."
He shakes the thoughts out of his head. "This is business," he reminds himself as he descends the stairs to the street, hops into his car - if you can call the rusty crate of bolts that was at some point his father's vintage El Camino - and rolls out.
As soon as he's on the road, he flips open his cell phone and dials his partner. Might as well do this proper and get him on the scene too... who knows what kind of sick shit he's going to find when he arrives?
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Wainwright calls House, which is on his speed dial, but after eight rings, Johnny's voice mail picks up, "This is Detective House, Hollywood Police Department, I am currently unavailable to take your call. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I will get back with you as soon as possible." BEEP
Luckily, Bob does not live that far away from the scene, well, not lucky for him, so much, as it is for his quick response time. Wainwright turns up Santa Monica, only a couple minutes away from the scene of the crime.
Luckily, Bob does not live that far away from the scene, well, not lucky for him, so much, as it is for his quick response time. Wainwright turns up Santa Monica, only a couple minutes away from the scene of the crime.
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Re: A Boring Day
Bob doesn't even listen to the voice mail. He's heard it about a million times before.
"That lazy sack of crap..."
BEEP!
"House. Redball. 47 Maubert Ave. Bring coffee."
He shuts his cellphone with a *snap*, just in time to swerve out of the way of some slow bastard in the middle of the road...
"Shit, I knew I forgot something!"
Bob grabs the siren light he usually keeps tucked under the passenger side seat of his car. Swerving left to avoid a couple pedestrians, he comes back up, steadies the wheel with his knees, switches the siren into his left hand, and grabs the wheel with his right just in time to avoid a panhandler on the sidewalk. By the time he actually gets the siren up and running on his car, he's just pulling into Maubert ave.
The pale illumination of his car's headlights reveals the scene...
"That lazy sack of crap..."
BEEP!
"House. Redball. 47 Maubert Ave. Bring coffee."
He shuts his cellphone with a *snap*, just in time to swerve out of the way of some slow bastard in the middle of the road...
"Shit, I knew I forgot something!"
Bob grabs the siren light he usually keeps tucked under the passenger side seat of his car. Swerving left to avoid a couple pedestrians, he comes back up, steadies the wheel with his knees, switches the siren into his left hand, and grabs the wheel with his right just in time to avoid a panhandler on the sidewalk. By the time he actually gets the siren up and running on his car, he's just pulling into Maubert ave.
The pale illumination of his car's headlights reveals the scene...
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The Dead Tell Tales
Wainwright leaves a message and throws up his siren. Immediately he starts driving pretty fast, and the other cars generally get out of his way. A couple minutes later, Wainwright pulls up to the curb, parks his car, and spots a patrol car blocking off the alleyway.
The officers must be in the alleyway, because he does not see them anywhere on the road.
The officers must be in the alleyway, because he does not see them anywhere on the road.
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Re: The Dead Tell Tales
Bob's car squeals to a halt near the patrol car in the alleyway. He opens his glove compartment and grabs a couple or rubber gloves from the box inside. He steps out of the car, stretches, straightens his coat, then walks over beside the patrol car, peering into the alleyway...
He feels the cool air. If it wasn't carrying the stink of fresh human refuse and trash, it might be refreshing...
"Nice night. Shame this had to happen. Eh, might as well see what's up..."
Bob looks for signs of human movement in the alleyway.
"Someone call in a Redball? It's Wainwright."
He feels the cool air. If it wasn't carrying the stink of fresh human refuse and trash, it might be refreshing...
"Nice night. Shame this had to happen. Eh, might as well see what's up..."
Bob looks for signs of human movement in the alleyway.
"Someone call in a Redball? It's Wainwright."
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There stands Officer Kruger. He's actually a hell of a nice guy, surprising for a beat cop, but his partner, Jackson, is crooked, for sure. Though Wainwright has no proof of that, he just /knows/, everyone does.
Kruger waves over to Bob, "Hey, detective," he says taking a step over. "Yeah. Little old Armenian lady called it in." He turns, walking into the alley, which is filled with garbage, "Said a guy just hoisted this dude up into the air and slammed him off the ground or something. Seems impossible to me, but, he is dead."
There it is, the dead body. White male. Twenty years old. Wearing a beat up sweat suit with a hood. There are signs of a struggle, a couple rips in his sweatshirt near the shoulders ...
Kruger waves over to Bob, "Hey, detective," he says taking a step over. "Yeah. Little old Armenian lady called it in." He turns, walking into the alley, which is filled with garbage, "Said a guy just hoisted this dude up into the air and slammed him off the ground or something. Seems impossible to me, but, he is dead."
There it is, the dead body. White male. Twenty years old. Wearing a beat up sweat suit with a hood. There are signs of a struggle, a couple rips in his sweatshirt near the shoulders ...
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Re: The Dead Tell Tales
*** See WoD: Surrender Thread ***
*** After the Capture of Frank ***
Bob returns to the scene of the crime. Never mind the insane person now in cuffs. There is not much in the alleyway to inspect.
*** After the Capture of Frank ***
Bob returns to the scene of the crime. Never mind the insane person now in cuffs. There is not much in the alleyway to inspect.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
- King Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name
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Re: The Dead Tell Tales
Bob takes a drag from his cigarette, his brow furrowed in consternation. He looks at the alley hard, the body, the street behind him, full of cops. Cops looking at him. Wondering, what the hell was he thinking. He was going to fry for this, back at the station.
"Might as well do the investigation correctly, then. Shit, this must make Kreuger's day. It's not every case you're assigned to that you get to take down a Big Bad Detective...
He throws his cigarette down and stamps it out, snaps on the pair of latex gloves from his car, and approaches the body on the street. He tries to block out everything going on outside the alley, separates himself from the present. With the body as the first piece of the puzzle, he starts reconstructing the past...
"Might as well do the investigation correctly, then. Shit, this must make Kreuger's day. It's not every case you're assigned to that you get to take down a Big Bad Detective...
He throws his cigarette down and stamps it out, snaps on the pair of latex gloves from his car, and approaches the body on the street. He tries to block out everything going on outside the alley, separates himself from the present. With the body as the first piece of the puzzle, he starts reconstructing the past...
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Bob pulls up the gloves and walks over to the body. He stoops down, looking for anything obvious. He searches quickly for any signs of identification, but does not find a wallet, or anything like that. Bob, at first, cannot find any signs of wounds but then spots the man's hands. There are small pieces of glass in each of his palms ...
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
- King Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name
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