Iris
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Photographer: LA Sun
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Post by Iris on Jan 15, 2007 22:59:34 GMT
Iris had taken the handkerchief offered to her by the detective with a little nod of gratitude, wiping the blood from her lips and then from her fingers as the paramedic checked her over. She didn’t know if she would be able to get the smattering of blood out of her clothes, but at least it was off her skin. That was, at least, a start to regaining some sort of composure; Iris really did hate to feel out of control of herself and her emotions. Through her shock, she looked towards Denny, needed to reassure herself that he was actually okay. Or, at least, physically so. After what had happened, any of them- her, Poppy or Denny- being really ‘okay’ was something that was doubtful, at least for a while.
At the question regarding her name, she looked back to the detective- Katherine. “Iris… You said that my sister is okay. Can I see her?” While she definitely doubted that that had been a lie, she needed to see for herself if she wanted to really and truly believe it and she very badly needed to.
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Katherine
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
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Post by Katherine on Jan 15, 2007 23:43:45 GMT
Katherine nodded, "Absolutely," she said. She knew that if she were in Iris' situation she would have been asking exactly the same questions, concern for a sibling seemed to override everything else, leaving other thoughts behind in the dust. She smiled again, the same congenial smile as before, "As soon as the Paramedic gives you the all clear you can go out and see her, better than her coming in here." Poppy was the younger sister, that much was obvious and that simply caused Kath' to empathise more. Iris was older, she'd want to protect Poppy and the best way to do that was probably to keep her waiting outside. "Can you answer a couple of questions before that? Just until the paramedic's finished?"
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 16, 2007 0:06:37 GMT
Iris had been half afraid that she wasn’t going to get to talk to Poppy until everything was wrapped up, so hearing that she could see her sister so much sooner was a real relief. She could only imagine what sort of state her sister was in, so the sooner Iris could see her, the better. It wasn’t that she didn’t think that Poppy could deal by herself, but Iris would certainly feel better if she was there with her; still, she certainly didn’t want Poppy re-entering the church, so when it was mentioned that it was better for her to go out to see her sister, Iris nodded quickly in agreement. There was no way on Earth she was going to expose her sister to the blood and gore any more than she already had been. When asked if she could answer questions, she gave a nod. “I- I should be able to manage that.”
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Deiniol
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Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 16, 2007 0:28:41 GMT
Denny let the paramedic lead him a short distance from the body, answering the man’s questions as best he could although his attention kept shifting from the person supposed to be treating him and to Iris or the body or even the door where the woman had obviously fled though. He couldn’t suppress the violent shudder that ran though his body at that thought.
“I have to… I have to call people, do things,” Denny told Wiles, attention slipping from the paramedic yet again. He could feel himself slipping deeper and deeper into a daze that the logical part of his brain was still calling shock and so in desperation he clung to the one thing he could – his job. Efficiency and getting everything done that needed to be done. “The bishop needs to be informed… and his family. They um, live in Wales, which is eight hours ahead…” he trailed off, biting his lip and absently rubbing his hands together, the beads on his rosary rubbing against skin. “I don’t know what I’m going to tell his friends.”
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Katherine
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
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Post by Katherine on Jan 16, 2007 2:10:08 GMT
"Alright," Katherine nodded. She wasn't going to pressure the poor woman but at the same time it was important to get details as soon as possible, while they were still fresh in her mind and as long as she wasn't keeping her from her sister, she would be cooperative, she hoped. She knew that recounting the events might be painful but it was necessary if they were going to make sure they got a conviction on this case. "Can you tell me what happened? As much as you can remember about what the woman said and did. The more we know the better chance we have of putting her away."
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Roxanne
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There is always a clue.
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Post by Roxanne on Jan 16, 2007 2:26:41 GMT
Continued from: Main Entrance
The scene wasn't as chaotic as she had expected, but then again, they hadn't really looked around at all. Peter and Roxanne stayed by the door, simply taking in what they could from their vantage point. Roxanne smelled blood, lots of it, and cringed inwardly. This was going to be a messy clean-up, that was for certain.
"Crane, McHenry," Wiles greeted the two of them. Roxie's mouth twitched into a brief smile of greeting. She wasn't being cold, but this wasn't exactly the time for socializing; Wiles understood that, of course. As Wiles brought them up to speed on the situation, Roxanne retrieved the small, but powerful flash light from her 'utility belt' and did another quick sweep of the area. Her partner thanked Wiles and then gave her a nudge with his elbow.
"You want to check the witnesses for trace?" he asked gently. Peter knew she could handle gore, but his protective nature still made her smile. Roxie chuckled, telling Crane she could handle it before she made her way to the confessional, kit in hand.
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Marcus
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
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Post by Marcus on Jan 16, 2007 3:13:24 GMT
Continued from: Side Street.
He was still noticeably short on breath when he re-entered the main body of the church, though he had managed to get most of his wind back by the time he walked back into the primary crime scene, being careful where he stepped so he wouldn’t tread on anything… or anybody, dead or alive.
Wiles looked to him, brows raised, and Marcus shook his head miserably. “She lost me, somewhere in the side street.” He made a vague, wide gesture off to the side of the church where he had bolted out one of the other doors. “She just… up and vanished.” Noticing the CSIs were on the scene, he added as an automatic afterthought, “Let off a shot at her; I… missed, so the bullet’s probably out there somewhere.” He shrugged, disappointed in his own inability to catch up to the woman. He should have been able to catch her, or at least clip her with the shot he’d led off.
Stepping widely around the thick pool of blood from the confessional, he grimaced briefly, and looked around. At least they had kept the crazy bitch from killing anyone else… and while they were in a church, he would be keeping those particular titles to himself.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 16, 2007 3:26:34 GMT
The last thing Iris wanted to do was go over what had happened, but she understood why it was necessary to do so. “Denny and I were over looking at the tapestries when she came in, so I wasn’t paying much attention at that point. He seemed to notice something wrong after a couple of minutes and went over to the confessional. Poppy had been sitting on one of the pews and came to stand next to me. Then… we heard Denny’s name called out. I sent Poppy outside and went over to Denny and that woman came out of the confessional. She…” Iris felt her stomach twist and swallowed hard. She really didn’t want to be doing this, but made herself continue. “She had something in her hand… I think it was a part of the priest… She had blood on her mouth and on her clothes and her all over her hand. I think she ripped into him with her hands…” She shook her head, trying to keep herself on track. “She started admiring Denny almost like he was a piece of meat or something and he put himself between us. She kept trying to get him to go with her and then said something about how she could leave me in one piece or not. I… got stupid then and stood up to her. I should’ve known better…” She would never say that she was above being stupid. “She grabbed me and kissed me, which is where the blood came from. Then she threw me and I sort of lost track of things.”
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Roxanne
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Post by Roxanne on Jan 16, 2007 3:38:30 GMT
She vaguely picked up on the younger Rivera's statement. Roxanne stared at the scene around the confession for a few moments, taking it in, letting herself deal with it. Father Mackenzie had been a good man, and she was sorry that she had to witness this; she felt even worse for the two who had apparently been present at the time of the murder. She allowed herself to bow her head, crossing herself after she murmured a prayer. The, she got to work.
Procedure took over -- she snapped on a pair of rubber gloves from the kit, retrieved a small digital camera to record the scene. Her 'trademark' glasses swung lightly on their chain around her neck; Roxie caught them with one hand and slipped them on. She snapped pictures of the confessional from various angles, pacing carefully around the blood pool, half-listening to the low murmurs of conversation that echoed in the church.
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Katherine
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
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Post by Katherine on Jan 16, 2007 14:14:37 GMT
Katherine would have been had been content making mental notes; she didn't have her note book with her it being one of the few things she didn't bother to carry when she was technically off duty. Luckily for her, memory was one of her strong points; absorbing details was both something that detectives leaned to get good at and something that helped them rise through the ranks so to speak. If you had a quick mind for detail you had a better chance of spotting when things did, or didn't, add up. However, she wasn't taking chances and she had one of the uniformed officers hand her their own note book which she made sure to sign so as not to get the guy into trouble for an unknown hand writing in his issued pad.
When Iris had finished Kath' nodded sympathetically, impressed none the less that the woman was holding herself together so well. A lot of people wouldn't. She looked up to see her brother return and her stomach settled a little, relieved he was okay even if he hadn't caught the woman. "Okay." She said gently to Iris, turning back, "We're going to need you to go over it again at the Station, but we'll get it in writing. It shouldn't take long and then we can see about getting you and your sister home." She was already thinking about putting a patrol car on their residence, wherever it was, to be on the safe side. She looked at the paramedic and he gave a nod, no real damage done, nothing broken at least. Iris could walk under her own power but as he rose the medic offered her his hand. The detective stood up too, "Take it easy..." she urged.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 16, 2007 17:43:22 GMT
Iris suspected that her job probably had some hand in helping her stay at least somewhat grounded. She had seen a lot of things as a photographer for the Sun- certainly she hadn’t experienced anything like this or seen so much blood before- and that had helped her to manage to get some sort of grip. Iris was by no means immune to such things though; she was very carefully not looking at the messy scene by the confessional because she really thought that she might be sick if she did.
She gave a nod in response to going over it again at the station and let the paramedic help her to her feet. She was going to be uncomfortable for a couple of days from landing on the pew with that much force…
Whatever discomfort she had and was going to be looking at could wait though. Right now, there was something more important on her mind. She looked to Katherine. “Can I see Poppy now?”
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Deiniol
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Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 16, 2007 17:52:45 GMT
Denny looked over as the male police officer he dimly recognised as being the one who had hared after the woman came back into view. He wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted or expected – he didn’t want to have to face that woman again, a sick feeling of dread rising up in his stomach at the thought of seeing her smirking at him again, looking at him as if she was imagining undressing him with her eyes – but at the same time if he had the woman with him, then at least she was caught and off the streets.
The man was alone and Denny hunched up closer over himself as he heard him talk to the other officer, recounting first how he had lost the woman and second how he had fired a shot at her and missed. Which meant that Father MacKenzie’s killer was still out there somewhere.
“Do you think you will catch her?” he asked softly, stepping forward to stand next to the Detective and doing his best to ignore the pool of blood. It was disturbing to realise he was almost becoming used to the sickly smell of blood, so much so that he was hardly even aware of it now.
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Marcus
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
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Post by Marcus on Jan 16, 2007 19:15:41 GMT
This had to be ‘Denny’, the man Poppy Marcus had mentioned outside in the phone booth. Marcus met the — presumably — younger man’s eyes, and then gazed back at the CSI he recognised to be Roxanne… and the pool of blood and remains that she was photographing. Putting a hand at the other man’s elbow, he gently guided him away from the scene, into the aisle between the pews. Wiles came up beside his partner, and the paramedic remained close at hand long enough to nod to the detectives that the man hadn’t sustained any hospital-worthy injuries.
“We’re going to do everything we can. We’ll get your formal statement back at the station, and we’ll see about sitting you down with a sketch artist. That’ll help us track her down, okay? We’ll find her.” Or at least he hoped so. “The girl outside, the one who called us, said your name was Denny?” he inquired, hoping to take the young man’s mind off the scene; Marcus had been careful to position them so that Denny’s back was to the body, so it was, in a manner, out of sight and out of mind. “I’m Detective Rivera, and this is Detective Wiles.” He motioned to his partner. “You think you can give us an account of what happened, in your own words?”
Wiles had his notebook open and ready, pen poised; in general, he had neater handwriting than Marcus, and as such, preferred to make their case notes. Marcus could write quicker, sure, but he had the habit of abbreviating in ways that Wiles sometimes couldn’t decipher, but he was learning.
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Deiniol
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Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 16, 2007 19:39:08 GMT
Denny lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, fingers shaking slightly as he did so. “Deiniol Fey,” he told Detective Rivera quietly. “That must have been Poppy, thank goodness she’s alright, I forgot to ask…” Denny looked slightly distressed at that oversight of his for a moment, a feeling of guilt flaring up followed by the thought he would have to go to confession to ask forgiveness – promptly followed by the sick feeling that he would never be able to step inside a confessional box again. It had been hard enough when he just had the fear of small spaces and darkness to contend with, but now there was the added image of death.
“What happened…” Denny nodded and took a deep breath, fingers moving down from his hair and now rubbing against the metal crucifix of his rosary. He paused for a few moments, as if collecting his thoughts, preparing them in order and to give the best account he could about the terrible events.
“I was showing Iris Marcus around the church, we had reached the tapestries when a young woman entered and spoke to Father MacKenzie. He went inside the confessional box and she followed, into the same side as his. When she didn’t come back out after a minute or two I moved over to it, calling out to the Father. At first he didn’t answer but he suddenly cried out my name. Then there was silence and a few moments later the woman kicked the door and exited. Covered in his blood and with part of him in her hand…” Denny’s jaw tightened as he spoke, a muscle in it twitching somewhat before he forced himself to continue, keeping the same expressionless tone as if he was talking about any every day event, taking care to give as much detail as possible.
“She seemed to take an interest in me, walking towards us and making several comments about my accent and clothing. The woman then said that if I went with her she would leave Iris unhurt. Before I could do anything Iris pushed past me and lost her temper. The woman did as well and threw her into a pew then began to try and strangle me. She was… extremely strong. That’s when you came in.”
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Katherine
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
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Post by Katherine on Jan 16, 2007 21:28:44 GMT
With a nod Katherine flipped the front of the pad around so it was closed up and held both the pad and pen in one hand. "Yeah, I'll take you to her. She's going to need to come down to the Precinct with us but you two can ride together. I'll make sure."
She looked over her shoulder, glad to see that CSI had gotten down there so fast, though she would rarely prioritise cases, something like this 'deserved' immediate attention. She had never been very religious but something like this... even people without a God could have respect for places of worship. She stepped out of the pew and signalled quietly for Iris to follow her, the medic was keeping a close eye on her to be on the safe side. She'd be feeling the damage of the throw for sometime, it seemed.
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