The Chief "If you people are so professional, why haven't you solved the case of Richard Stanfield?" "Have you caught him yet?" Derf asked as turned away from Stella with a scowl on his face. "Which means that it will not be solved, and not just because of your incompetence." Then his attention turned to Joe. "As for our incompetence. It can't be helped that we are very busy people. We've been hunting a murderer!" He shouted. "As you can see though my officers are our searching the street Miss Stanfield as I and some investigators take a look here."
Eddie F. Cartwright "Have you caught him yet?" Eddie gave the man a scowl and then an eerie smile. "How could we have found anything out? Apparently, we aren't professionals. So why don't you 'busy' professionals get better at your job?" Eddie spoke out to the authority.
I looked at Eddie and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, if I wasn't there to hold you and your men's hands then you'd probably never be able to even find out who was even involved in a crime, let alone solve them, you barely even know your asses from a hole in the ground, if anyone is the amateur here it's you." I said smirking.
Chief "You know I think you two are starting to push me." Derf said his eyes filled with malice as he pulled out a baton. "I could have you both arrested for interfering on police business." He said putting his weapon at Eddie's throat Suddenly it was David's hand who slapped the baton down. "You don't want to do this. You're out numbered. If anything you should stay out of our way or start telling us why the police have really been acting of the usual."
I looked the chief amused and then at David. "It's simple is it not? He's connected somehow, my bet is that he wants the locket, and he sent his son here the day of the funeral and had his men called off, but unfortunately for him, and fortunately for us, it had already been stolen by a culprit X, so the fool didn't get his prize, he doesn't give a shit about your family at all, let alone solving this crime, if he can get his hands on the locket he'll make anyone into a scapegoat for your father's murder, if it was indeed the murderer that stole his locket, he's completely pathetic, betraying his men and abusing his position's power." I said smirking.
Eddie F. Cartwright Eddie looked at Joe as he spoke more about the Chief. Eddie wasn't sure what Joe was planning, or if he was just being an ass because it was fun. But Eddie found it amusing, as he was doing the same earlier. Eddie gave Joe a genuine smile, and stood in silence, while tapping his black dress shoe on the floor. He stared down the police chief while Joe was talking, and then slipped his hand into his pockets. Eddie wasn't too tall, and he wasn't too bulky either, but the look in his eyes made it obvious he could be of threat to someone. Eddie then turned his eyes to lock onto David. "So, what do you wanna do?" he asked.
Interrupted!!! "I'm no crooked cop!" Derf shouted turning up his nose. Suddenly before the conversation could continue a Bot zipped into the room the ringer on it loudly going off. Derf rolled his eyes as examined the ID on it It was from call from a fellow officer. He clicked the answer button on the small machine and sure enough an officer appeared as a holograph. He was young man but his face looked worn and nervous sweat ran down his forehead. "Officer Sneet." Derf said. "You don't look to well. Did you find anything." "Sir we have some b..b...bad news." Sneet said The chief's face became puzzled. "Well spit it out lad." "You won't like." The young cop whispered out. "Tell me now!" The chief demanded and of course Sneet quickly spat out what he'd called to say. "It's Eugene sir! He was kidnapped while we were all investigating who broke into his house!" The Chief's face went pale as his son's face flickered in his mind. "Wh-WHAT! How!" "Well we found officers Kempler and Storge beaten to a pulp once we scooped them off the ground Eugene didn't follow us. Next thing we know he was gone....b...b...but we have a note!" "You fucking moron!" The chief barked out. "Why would you just leave my sweet boy alone like that!" "Well Kempler and Storge really had to be t- " The young man was cut off "I don't give a damn about them! What's the note say!" Sneet's frowned deepened. "Well that's just the thing sir.....it was directed at you. If you want your son back he wants you to come into the tunnels under the city." Derf's eyebrow went up. "You know the kidnapper is male?" Sneet nodded his head. "Sir the note is Gerald Danthallion Pokell." The cop said his voice shaken. The room grew silent. That was the name of a very iconic detective that had once roamed the streets. The chief gritted his teeth. "Dammit. That's impossible that bastard hasn't even been seen in ten years and what business would he even have with Eugene? We stayed out of each others way." Sneet simply shrugged as a response. "Stay there! I'm on my way down! You're around where Stanfield was murdered right?" "Yes sir!" Sneet said The chief was hanging up as he started out the door. His heart could be heard pounding in fear by all those around him. His arrogance had been shattered as most would if their child were in danger.
"...I see... so it's him, makes sense, he did give off the detective vibe... but to be him... that was certainly an interesting turn of events." I said smirking, thinking of Valentine, it had once been my dream to work alongside Gerald Pokell, but I soon gave up on that dream once he had dropped off of the face of the Earth, so my new dream had changed to becoming a detective as great as him, perhaps even surpassing him.
????????? "Dammit Eugene." Derf muttered as he sped in his car to the location his son was last seen. Suddenly an overwhelming blackness filled the car causing the chief to slam to a halt. The shadows wrapped around the car as the chief's first turned even whiter then when he'd heard of Eugene. Whatever was happening seemed only visible to him as no other cars stopped out of the utter shock of the scene. Hello...... A voice penetrated the mind of the cop and suddenly a man materialized in the seat next to Derf. The suit he wore was black was all the Chief he could make out. The sheer agony of its words clouded his vision. Know need to respond I already know what you are thinking. You wish to go save moronic son correct.... The voice had no tone that could be described except......endless. Hahaha they keep feeding the fear The words made no sense then again not much sense in this situation. Feeding me. I'm taking a break from seeking the flea that stole locket before you're spawn did. I think I shall play with the lesser one known as Gerald in the meantime. If I have time I might even pick up your Eugene if he isn't dead. The man in black seemed to shift in his seat. The gears are in motion and there can only be one victor. So fun oh so much to consume.......chow Chief And with that the darkness started the the fade as did the man, the car which seemed to be driving on some sort of autopilot grounded to a halt as the chief passed from having whatever it was in his head. His eyes were open though wide and filled with terror at his one sided conversation with this being.
Eddie F. Cartwright Eddie seemed confused by what was happening. He had no idea who this Gerald character was. Yet, from the conversation between the cops, and the comment from Joe, he deciphered that it was a detective. A once great detective who separated himself from the world, and now he is back. Eddie scratched his head wondering why a detective would kidnap Eugene. As the chief ran off to save his precious boy, Eddie looked toward the ground, confused. "We have to look for some type of clues as to how Flara got kidnapped. Are we making this a side case, or are we focusing on your father's murder?" asked David. He was almost sure of his answer. It would probably go after his mother because she is still alive. Yet once could lead to the other, they seem to be connected. How? Eddie had no idea, just a hunch.
Death of Gerald Eugene's stomach was on fire from Gerald's intense punch but he was starting to come to. The tunnels smelled of must, mold and sewage water. Enough to make anyone who didn't have the stomach for it gag. Eugene was having trouble figuring out his whereabouts though he knew he was undergound. But after a bit of time Eugene finally realized he was tied to a metal pipe up against the wall far from any way of escape. He pulled with all the power he had left but no luck. Pokell had him secure. "Hey!!" Eugene called out before letting out a cough after abusing his voice. "Come on....lemme go.....pwease?" He asked lazily Gerald lazily took the head of Eugene and force it into the sewer's flow of water, he sank the head of Eugene into that dirty and stinky water for almost a minute. After that he pulled him out and asked. "I feel you lied to me before.... I know that either you or your daddy is related to the family, If I were you I would spill the beans now" asked the man. "You look pretty in the tonight miss beans." He muttered......as his hair dripped with feces and urine. "No answer huh?... well you won't need the eye anyway..." He got close to Eugene and forcibly opened his eye with the fingers of one hand, while the other carried the lit cigarette. The Valentine mercilessly pressed the hot part on the open eye of Eugene, slowly, without stopping, rotating it and pressing it against the iris and cornea. Eugene howled in pain as his eye was burned away but a smile remained on his face. No terror showed on his face as ashes fell on his clothes and the flames ate away at his skin. "You want me to say something?" Eugene asked choked out as The Valentine pulled away. "Fine I'll say something." "Waiting for it..." said Gerald the one who propelled a fierce kick at the face of the man... "Remember not to lie or hid things though..." "You want to why I'm smiling?" Eugene asked as cigarette ash falling from the right side of his face. "Huh? Do you Mister? Want to know why I don't fear you?" "I'm not frightened because I have the his blessing." Eugene crocked out. "Don't go cryptic on me!!" screamed Gerald grabbing Eugene's ear and pulling it with all his strenght easily tearing part of the flesh. Eugene's teeth ground together and a breathe of pain escaped his lips. But his eyes remained intense. He wasn't lying......... A voice penetrated the mind of Gerald as he tortured Eugene. It was the same endless tone that the chief had heard but it didn't inflict the same type of feelings...........yet. As soon as the voice acted, Gerald stopped Eugene's torture for an instant. His first reaction was of warning or fear. Yet he let logical thinking to flow his mind. Is this a trick of sorts?... if that, did someone followed me, or did the man come with some kind of artifact?? No ticks Gerald.....what's it like to hide behind a mask? Are you a coward? The voice asked its tone somewhat playful....... I see, so is one of these tricks.... "Who is there!!" asked the man raising a gun seeking for a figure in the darkness of the tunnel There was a growl that but not from down into the tunnel. Instead the beastly sound which hummed through the air was coming from behind Gerald. A wolf that could make Kodiak Bears look small began to circle around the info broker. Its night black furs looking oddly spiked. The smell of old iron was heavy on its breathe. The face of the man reflected his worries. There was no fear, long time since he forgot about it. Yet he truly doubted if that gun would be of use on this situation. "I see... so you played with the torax of the man..." said Gerald in front of the creature. He aimed his gun, not at the beast but at Eugene.... "How come he is not threatening you an easy prey?... perhaps is connected to the cryptic words... This time I'll blow your head if you don't talk" stated the man maintaining his cool. The beast lunged forward at inhuman's speed and as it did Eugene's mad giggling began. The black wolf slammed its massive body into the back of Gerald crashing down on him. Massive jaws clamped down on the right shoulder of the former detective and swung his body in into the wall above Eugene. The wolf didn't bother spitting out the chunk of Gerald's shoulder it took. It enjoyed the taste of him. That hurts badly... Thought the man barely changing the trajectory of his gun with the wounded shoulder, making the eye of the beast it's target, then he pressed the trigger. The bullets slammed into the wolf's eye. It let out a cry of pain as black liquid leaked from its eye socket. Though as opposed to retreating or simply continuing the attack. The wolf simply faded away into black mist clouding the area around Gerald and Eugene. A fine black dress shoe slammed into the wrist of Gerald to disarm him of his weapon. The bone in Gerald's arm and hand were instantly crushed by whomever this was. It certainly wasn't a natural human. Bullets can be an annoyance.... The voice said before scooping Gerald off the ground with what felt like human hands. An overwhelming sense of fright began to fill his head. All fears from his life were being pulled upon. Twisted into effecting other parts of his psyche. Needles could be felt piercing his brain even. Probing it for any weaknesses channeling upon it. Gerald's vision was going dark from the nightmare's that this being was causing him to see. As this 'thing' pulled fears from Gerald's mind he also didn't mind dishing out any physical power either. It held him by the collar of his jacket and slammed his body into the wall of the tunnels. A cracking sound could be heard as Gerald went through the stone and on to the other side. You're a hard man to fee of. But I managed.... The monster grabbed Gerald by his broken arm and began to drag him deep into the tunnels. Though at this point his victim was no longer coherent so pops and snaps his arm were making went unnoticed. The sounds of rushing water could be heard in the distance and sure enough there was soon no mistaking that the beast was standing over some sort of sewage line. Gerald's body was tossed down into the long tube as if he was a useless toy. The water sucking him away down the pipes his blood soaking into the water. Now off to free the boy.....
"That was quite the show," Stella muttered as she glanced between the men. The chief had said many things; many that everyone deemed suspicious. Honestly, she didn't know what to think. Who was right? Who was wrong? Weren't they all on the same side, to figure out what happened to Mother? Arguing never helped and that Stella knew full well with living in Hollywood. In that case, it was best to remain neutral, hence the reason she had kept quiet. "We have to look for some type of clues as to how Flora got kidnapped. Are we making this a side case, or are we focusing on your father's murder?" Eddie asked David. Stella crossed her arms as all eyes turned to David, including her own. She had barely spoken with him since the day of the funeral, having been separate the day prior. Eddie had a good point, were they now looking into three cases instead of two? Would Mother's disappearance hinder looking for the locket? Stella's face paled as she studied her twin's expression. "Yes, David...what do you think we should--" "Oh good golly!" A shrill voice broke through, followed by a frantic Mrs. Hilton running up to them. "Where are my manners? I forgot to give my fruit basket! Here you are Davy, sweetheart." The old woman shoved the large basket into his arms. "It is such a small act I know...but anything else you need dearie, just say the word!" Mrs. Hilton's blue eyes glistened in the dim light, matching her nervous smile.
idle thoughts An agile girl swings from a lofty hieght, he mind half focused half away. swing from this deadly hieght is like breathing to her now, she barely notices the safety net 100 feet below, or the trapeze swinging towards her. In the air she flips for the pleasure of empty seats, once she was scared of doing this, now she does it to relax. "and now! we will remove the safety net!" the ringleader yells. Her mind has wondered away from the empty seats, now imagining what it looked like 5 years ago today. the stadium was filled with blond haired blue eye's Americans all watching her perform the final act of the show, the feature performer, stunned by her age and her small form they looked on nervously. It was nerve racking for Kubi to say the least, taking a deep breath, she plunged into the air, falling then rising with the rope. To every one else she was falling only kept alive by the hair of her fingers and toes as they grasped the bar midair. But to her, she was flying only reminded of gravity when she clung to the other trapeze for safety. triple flip in the air, then grab the trapeze with the back of her knee's, bending her legs then letting go, a twirl! the stun Gasps of the audiences kept her a loft, they watched in stunned silence before she practically flew like a bird. finally ending her sky dance by gracefully landing on the other side. "Give it up foooooooooor the the FLYING VIXEN!" and at that the crowds roared with cheering. "what a climax, isn't that right folks? Thanks for seeing our performing circus! were here all week, join us tomorrow to see more of the strange the wonderful the FANTASTIC!" the show ended with these strange blued eye'd people buzzing about her. Kubi smiled, though she couldn't understand what they were saying she heard her name over and over. Flying vixen, flying vixen. They were speaking of her. "good show Kubi." the ringleader said patting her on the shoulder as she alighted on the ground. She bowed in respect and went into the back room. with a heavy sigh she opened her drawer and looked through her meager belongings. a wooden comb, a clip, and a map, her home highlighted in red. She sat on her small bed and gazed at the red circle. She was too young to remember it, but how she wished to see her parents, to know, how she ended up here? she sighed putting the map away and crawling under a tatterd sheet. As sleep took her she was wrenched away by a knock at the door. "kubi, someone is here to see you." the ringleader said from behind the door. "I coming!" she hopped up hiding her slight annoyance and opened the door. "Who?" A man in a suit stood facing the wall as Kubi entered. He was an opposing figure with salt and pepper hair. He was tall over 6/0 certainly. He didn't bother turning around but he did let out a hum as Kub's eyes studied his back. "Flying Vixen huh?" He asked turning his head a bit to the side. Give the ringmaster an impressed glance with his brown eyes. "Errhmn, yes we found while performing in the Philippians." The ring master turned to Kubi. with a stern tone he barked to her something in her own language. She nodded and bowed to the imposing man. "Um...Hallooo Hona, hani, honarble sir." The ring leader chuckled. "You must forgive her crudeness, she's not very good at English. would you like to meet the other performers?" "No I would not. She's perfect." The man turned on his heel to reveal his face fully. He was an older man with lines in his face but he gave off an aura that demanded respect. The tall man knelt down in front of the young girl and a faint smile spread on his lips. "So do you enjoy circus life flying vixen?" "it some time hard....but...It all me... have." She managed to stutter, looking up at him, she rubbed her arm nervously. The ring leader made a subtle "eherm!" realizing her blunder she lowered her eye's. "Sir." she added. "He look at me." Richard commanded in a steady voice. "I very much enjoyed the show. Most of all your performance." She smiled at his soft voice "Um...um..." she shut her eye's in thought pondering something. "ahh thanknew, ya that's the word. Thanknew, very much." "Since you gave me a good show. I wanted to offer you something." He said. Her eye's brightened for a moment, "R-really?" "Of course really!" He exclaimed loudly. "I'd like to start funding this circus as soon as possible and more specifically funding this little lady." He gave her another look, "So Flying Vixen.....do you have a name?" He asked "Kubi, Kubi Cholin. Thank you so much Hon-hon..Honerable Sir." she said shyly but with a smile. It was the first time she was spoken to with out it being an order, or command, and by an American. "Though there is just one little thing. You'll need to be able to speak better. Its a skill any true performer will need." He turned his head towards the ringmaster. "If I paid for Miss Cholin to attend English classes do you think you could get her to them?" He asked. The man nearly choked on his coffee, "um....why....s-sure, we could arrange for it. why may I ask?" "Because she made me happy." ....... At that moment Kubi realized she was falling, had she missed a wing? mess up her timing? gravity took her, but she didn't panic. The thought of Richards smile and kindness, in contrast to him mutilated corpse ate her up inside distracting her mind even from the thought of falling 100 feet. suddenly she felt angry, angry at the man who killed such a kind person. She landed in the safety net with a look of hatred on her face, She would find him, even if it lead her to the same grizzly fate. She swore it.
"We have to look for some type of clues as to how Flora got kidnapped. Are we making this a side case, or are we focusing on your father's murder?" Eddie asked. "Yes, David...what do you think we should--" Before David could answer he was cut off by Mrs. Hilton whom handed him a fruit basket. David gave her an impassive stare for a moment. Studying her smile........and eyes. He'd never been particularly fond of her. "Thanks." He muttered eyeing the basket in his hands. He then turned and looked back at Stella. "I'm not sure but the police seemed to be on something." David then let out a sigh. "Though I wouldn't trust the Derf." He finally admitted. "Seems Eugene is missing to."
"Yup, got kidnapped by the famous Gerald Pokell, best detective there's been, personal idol and rival." I said, crossing my arms. "But of course if my hunch is correct then I know his motive behind doing something like this, although I wonder if he knows how much fire he's playing with here... not just the police... I have a feeling something else is going on... and this locket lies in the heart of it all, Richard was killed over it, probably to get the alarm disabled at his funeral, the most opportune time to steal it, lots of people, lots of distractions, and this place is probably a fort with the security system on, Eugene was here that night for it, that's why only he went into an active crime scene alone with a possible gunman on the loose, his father obviously wants it for some reason otherwise the police would have investigated that night, the locket is important because a certain truth that lies within it, what it is, I do not know." I said thinking as I stated what I believed... that's when it occurred to me, I looked at David. "David, if the alarm was indeed on the night of the kidnapping, only a select few could get in without it being set off, correct? You, your family... and the servants and workers that you hire to take care of the house night and day, yesterday, did you hire anyone to do some work on the house, due to the incident on your father's funeral?" I asked, if he had, then we could vastly narrow down the list of suspects.
The Night Before... Lincoln staggered through the door of his apartment, another girl under his arm. He was leaning heavily on her, and both were falling down drunk. Once he'd parted ways with everyone after the failed attempt to garner information from Mr. Sharp, he'd though about just going home and getting some sleep. Instead he went back to the club and got drunk. Two nights in a row wasn't unusual for him, but this was his sixth, and he could feel the strain pulling at him. But, these were the motions that he had chosen to go through. The moonlight shifted through the glass ceiling, silhouetting their bodies together in darkness and he began to undress her on the king sized bed. The pale glow made them frail and ghostly, lost souls entwined, drunk and horny. Lincoln threw her down playfully but she pulled him on top and they followed with more soft moans and tender kisses. Suddenly a flash. Blinding white. Both flinched and squinted, throwing up their arms to block the light. His eyes blurred towards the corner of the penthouse, where his desk and lamp were. The bulb was pointed right at them and Lincoln could only just make out a small outline behind. He peered as best as he could to see a dark shade of red poised on the desk. “Having fun?” A silky voice weaved over the light. "Who da hell's there, and why are you so bright?" Lincoln slurred, then started laughing. "You here to join in?" The girl beneath him though had gone doe eyed. "What's going on?!" she shrieked and rolled out from under him and pulled up the straps of her dress. Click. The familiar noise of a pistol cocking resounded through the penthouse. The weapon danced in the light and a hidden smile crept onto the figure’s mouth. The girl’s face dropped, her skin paler than the moon. Before the stranger could stop her she staggered into a run across the room, locking herself in the bathroom and wailing hysterically. “Awww… now it’s just the two of us.” A small hiccup slipped out behind the light. “Shame, she was very pretty.” The sound of the gun snapped him out of his stupor, somewhat. "Who are you, and how did you get in here?" The figure’s voice sounded a little hurt. “Oh… Don’t you recognise me?” She stepped in front of the lamp allowing her curvy outline to come into full view, with the pistol in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. Lincoln squinted and forced his vision to stop swimming. "Red? What are you doing here, it's 4 o'clock in the damn morning!" Now, it wasn't that Lincoln wouldn't have been glad to have Red in his bedroom at 4 o'clock in the morning, if she hadn't had a gun and been pointing at him... “I came to ask questions.” She pulled the nearby desk chair towards her and parked herself clumsily into the chair, always keeping Lincoln in view. She took another long swig of her poison, letting it leak coolly out of the corner of her mouth. She brought the bottle back down and cradled it like her own precious child. “Look Red just take it ea– “ “Why do you care… why?” She blurted out. “What on Earth are you talking about? Why do I care about what?” “Why do you care, Lincoln… why!?” She pointed the pistol directly at him now, swaying slightly in her seat. “The Stanfields... why? Someone dies and you see it as a business opportunity. Is that why you care?” "I don't need you judging me," Lincoln scowled. "Now put that damn gun down," he said and started moving toward her. She stood and poised the weapon right towards his chest. “Stop right there!” Her voice was hoarse and her eyes watery as she stared Lincoln down. “You have no right to play with people’s emotions like that, profit or no!” She staggered closer in her red dress, still eyeing him with vicious intent. The wine went to her lips once more. Empty. Lincoln stopped dead in his tracks as the bottle soared towards him. He barely had time to duck as the bottle span past his head, shattering on the wall behind. “What do you get out of this… truly, Mister Anderson?” The tears flooded past her eyes, but she didn’t let them close. She couldn’t let her guard down all the way. Not now. "What do I get out of this?" Lincoln asked. "What do I get out of it? I don't f***ing know!" he shouted. Then he took another step closer to Red, grabbed her wrist and jerked it up into the air, then smacked the gun out of her hand. "I don't know, alright? What do you want me to say, that I'm hoping to make some money off of it? Sure." He tossed her wrist down and then stooped to pick of the gun, then he walked over to the bathroom and threw open the door. "Get out!" he shouted at the terrified girl, and she quickly gathered her things and ran out of the room. "What do I get out of it..." Lincoln said again, as he walked over to the balcony. It looked out over lake Michigan. "Maybe I'm doing this to find some kind of redemption, you know... for all my sins," he said. "Or maybe its because I'm bored. Yeah, that's it. I'm bored, tired and just looking for something to hold my attention long enough during the day till I can get drunk at night... maybe. But I don't know. Maybe that's what you want to hear, and what I want to say, but that don't make it true," he slurred, then looking out at the lake, he tossed the gun as hard as he could out at the moonlit water. Then he rounded on Red. "But I'll ask you again, why are you in my room?" “I…” Her lip trembled as Lincoln marched towards her and she staggered back slowly, trying to make her way to the elevator. But she tripped, falling sharply onto the satin rug and broke into more tears. “P…Please…” She cried. “Why are you here?” “Pleas–“ “Why!?” “I don’t know.” She looked up at him with leaky eyes, the lines of her black mascara dribbling down her cheek. “I thought you were hiding something… trying to get things to go your way. I needed to know if I could trust you.” “And what do you think, am I trustworthy?" he said, contemptfully. “I… I still don’t know.” Lincoln held there in the darkness for a moment, his fists clenched and his eyes stuck on her. She flinched. But he spread his hand towards the door instead. “Get out.” He said quietly. Red dared not argue and scuttled her way to the elevator, wiping away the stained marks on her face. Just as she reached the doors, Lincoln called out, “Wait. I need to know before you go… why is this so important to you? Why do you care?” She pressed the button without a word. Slanting herself in the back of the elevator she watched the doors close, but just as they met she smiled, “I care because I have to.”
Kubi popped in, she had run all the way here from the mansion "hello everyone. I'm here to solve the case! I think we should ask what the police should know they should have people looking into this all over. So if you don't mind." She skipped over to one of the detectives "ahem! may I have a word with one of you." The detective scribbled some things down on his notebook and then turned towards Kubi. His eyes went wide at her odd appearance but didn't say anything for the sake of being polite. "Did you see anything last night or today?" He asked ignoring her question Kubi frowned but then she got an idea. "I saw a lot, but I asked first. You tell me what you know I tell you what I know. Deal?" "You do know that Flora Stanfield was kidnapped right? We don't have time to play games. You a reporter or something?" The detective asked I long time friend of Richard, and reporter for international Chinese press. I travel long way to report this story. Now she was flat out fibbing. but what did it matter? she figured it was for the right reasons, she had to solve Richards death. "Well Richard's wife just got abducted little lady." The man replied. "So that's why we are all here. Alright I spilled what I know what about you?" Kubi paused to think for a moment, her face became down cast, "I'm afraid I don't know much, only that the bite marks made on Richard was done by a wolf, I know I live around large wild animals. also I know for a fact this was not done by a rival company. as for Richards wife, I think she may have had information about Richard she no tell us. Information her kidnapper want. Do you know if she kept a diary of some sort?" "We already searched her room. We didn't find anything of the sort." Kubi thought for a moment, "This happened yesterday correct? then his trail is still fresh, do you know what a blood hound is?" could lead us to clue, also, we should try find some one very close to her, like a personal servant, ask them, good idea no?" Kubi frowned, "Well that was a waste of time." She said sadly, suddenly, an idea sprung to her mind. She snuck away from the bussle of activity and snuck into mrs Stanfeileds room. it was covered in police tape, working quickly she located the unsavory laundry basket, she rummaged through it till she found a pair of under garments, panties to be precise. "Hey what are you doing!" a police man yelled, at his voice Kubi sprung into the air like a swift hare. she bounded over the police man and out an open window. The police man ran to the window, but she had vanished. in reality she had climbed onto the roof, and in time climbed down when the cost was clear to hatch her plan. getting such a tracking animal was easy, some of the money Richard had given her she would use to help him, taking it she then went about finding a blood hound to use. the pet store had such a breed which she bought instantly. "Okay boy, lets solve this." she said grasping a knife, and hiding it in her pocket. we'll rescue mrs Stanfield then, solve this, for Richard. ............................................................................... "Just the usual people we've always had work for us. Though I don't trust them the police did say the security cameras had been cut. We don't exactly have that many just a few in here and a few outside." David responded. "Perhaps the cameras were shut off by one of the guests or servants. Did you find anything with that Mr. Sharp?" David asked curiously.
"He was clean, well at least his bot was." I said, I looked around. "If the cameras were shut off then that would mean that someone had knowledge of where the security system console was, that rules out guests, unless they were long standing friends of the family... so I need to interview all servants that were allowed to know of the console's location and any guests that had come recently that had been here long enough to know of its whereabouts." I said, I sighed. "How many does that lower it down to?" I asked.
Lincoln Damn it all, that's what Lincoln was thinking as he rumbled down the road in his Cabriolet. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, and the dark circles around them, and kept out the damnable light that seemed to be everywhere. He was still a little drunk, hadn't slept, and was angry. Angry at Red, angry at himself, angry at the damn doorman even for letting her in... Damn it all, he though again. And to top it all of, his secretary had called him at 8 o'clock and told him that Flora Stanfield had been kidnapped. His immediate reaction was not the most charitable... But he had though back about his conversation with Red and decided that he had nothing better to do today other than stay drunk, so he might as well just go over to the Stanfield manor and provide his support to the children. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed the thing to do. And so he pulled into the Stanfield driveway, tugging on a cigarette and wishing death and destruction on everything, when he looked down for a moment. When he looked back up, there was a girl being towed by a Bloodhound across the driveway, directly into his path. He cursed and slammed on the brake, dropping his cigarette.
Lincon looked up, no one was there, he suddenly heard a two thumps on his roof. the top of his car now harbored too unsettling dents in them, some how the girl had jumped over the car, and landed on his roof. "Sherlock you okay?" she called down to the blood hound who seemed unfazed by his near death.
Lincoln He heard the voice... it was coming from the roof. Then he jumped as he realized that the burning smell was his cigarette, which had fallen from his mouth, burning a hole in his seat. He cursed and swatted at it, then finally tossed it out the window. Then deliberately got out of the car, and looked at the girl standing on top of his car. "What the hell are you doing!?"
"What you doing?! You nearly hit me! What you blind?" Kubi then went off in some other language, first pointing at him then to the dog, then back to him all in a tongue he did not understand and after her rant was done ended with. "You say sorry now." And crossed her arms, looking at him with a poute.
Eddie F. Cartwright Eddie grasped his head with his hands. This was all so confusing. So much chaos, and it all had decided to occur at the same time. And to add on to the misfortune, they had practically no leads. Meaning, no one could be trusted. His blue eyes were hidden away by his lashes, and closed eye sockets. He took a deep breathe and then took a heavy sigh. His feet tapped against the ground after he removed his hands that had been hiding away his face after his stress filled release. He straightened his back, and looked toward David and Joe with a completely emotionless look. "We have a Legendary Detective, unexplained marks on the corpse, a stolen locket, a missing son of a police chief, and a kidnapped women... I think it is time we start taking things a little more seriously. We may need to do this vigilante style. The cops already seem not to like us, we might as well take it a step further if we really wanna do this." he stated. He looked over to Joe. "Questioning is a good idea, but we should do it forcefully. Someone had to have seen something. This mansion has a door man, doesn't it. The staff of this building is large enough to have seen something, right?" he asked slamming his hand on to a wooden table next to him. As his hand slammed down, the table collapsed under his sheer force, and the vase that sat upon it collided with the floor and shattered upon impact. "We are going to find everyone behind all these crimes." Eddie turned toward Stella. "Who knew about the importance of the locket? Who would have known of its significance, also, why would anyone want your mother? And who works the night shift?" Eddie said throwing questions out toward Stella hoping she knew some answers.
Jay made it to the house within several minutes, but paused at the doorway. Now that he'd arrived, he actually was not sure what to do. I mean, there were likely already so many people there, but had someone decided to take care of the children already? Oh well, get a move on! he reprimanded himself, then gave the aged wood a tentative knock. Seconds later the door flew open and he met Ruthie at the doorway. "Jay! Golly, am I glad you're here." she said, giving a shy smile as she stepped to the side. "Please come in." Jay nodded, giving the girl a once-over. His eyebrows rose at how haggard she looked, despite her usually joyful temperament. "Thank you, Ruthie. Now, you can tell me everything you think I need to know, but I think I've gotten the gist of it after seeing the cops. But...has anyone offered to keep an eye on you kids until this is all sorted out yet?" "Well, no, not really." Ruthie said, twirling a lock of her blonde hair out of habit. "But we're hardly kids anymore, Jay. My sister and brothers have moved out and I'm sixteen. I think everyone assumes we can take care of ourselves, which we can of course. It is hard, though..." Her voice drifted as a sad look came to her face. Before Jay could think better of it, he enveloped the girl in a bear-hug. "Heh, I know. But maybe I can just keep an eye on you? I don't think I can help much in figuring all these mysteries out, but maybe I can help in another way-" he fumbled in his pocket, bringing out the small holo-projector chip for her bot that he'd made. "I managed to get this done. Doesn't do much other than show recorded images at the moment, but I think it might be pretty cool to be able to send holographic messages to others using bots if I can upgrade it." "Sure!" Jay exclaimed, placing the chip in the bot, then closing it with a flick of the wrist before handing it back to her. Ruthie gratefully accepted and the bot sent out a brief flash of light. A small hole opened and a camera poked out from the top of the device. How neat! She loved testing out Jay’s inventions and had since she could hold a Bot between her small fingertips. Ruthie tapped what she thought to be the recording button, but instead a picture projected against the gold wallpaper. “Uh…what did I do?” she muttered, eyes widening as the picture began to move. Wait...she recognized the scene. She’d been there herself only two days prior! Jay must have been bored at the funeral, bidding his time. She didn’t blame him. The sight was quite boring itself and showed guests scattered around talking. She thought she caught sight of Stella near a bookshelf, then the angle shifted. A green suit stood out among black attire. His head bobbed back and forth as he scanned the room, munching on a candy bar. Conversations continued in the recording, but Ruthie’s gaze followed Green Suit’s movements. Finally he came to a standstill near the corner. Tossing away the candy wrapper, he opened his jacket, pulled out what resembled a gun, and raised it above his head. Bleep. Ruthie gasped as the recording flickered off. "No!” she shouted and spun around to face Jay. “Rewind it!” Jay's eyes widened and he plucked the Bot out of the girl s hand, his mouth firming to a grim line as he rewound it to the point where the man had drawn out the supposed weapon. pausing it, he narrowed his eyes and struggled to make it out, but other than the vague shape of a gun he could not discern exactly what it was. "Do you have any idea what this is?" he asked. Ruthie stared at the picture frozen in time. "Uh...Jay, don't you see? If that's a gun, then that man must have made the gunshots at the funeral!"
Lincoln "You say sorry now." Through the whole rant, Lincoln had just stayed there, mouth open at the odd little Asian girl shouting in Japanese, or Chinese, or Whatever-the-hell-ese. "I'm sorry..." he said tentatively. He was still hungover, and maybe a little drunk, and now in shock... And his car was dented.... His car was dented. His f***ing car was dented! "You dented my car!" he shouted. "What the hell are you thinking running out into the road without looking where you're going! I could have killed you and your dog too!"
