Copycat (PG-13) chapter 5
Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:15 pm
Here's the next chapter of the Jenna/francis collaboration.
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The streets were still wet from the sudden deluge that drenched the city, washing the dust and smog from the air. There was no more standing water. The faint scent of ozone still hung in the air but around the crime scene, there was no smell at all. From that detail, Beth knew that the industrial deodorizer had been used once again to hide the killer’s identity. Once again she, the officers who found the body and Carl Davis were the only people on the scene. Carl had been called in when it was clear this was another slasher victim.
Beth knelt beside the body of attorney Reginald Leesome. Josh had told her about him when they were still together. He had been the attorney of choice for the highly placed organized crime figures in California but now he was evidence, laying on his side soaked by the rain. Beth noticed that he held one hand clutched against his chest, closed in a fist. She gently pushed him onto his back to get a look at his fist. She opened his hand and saw the final piece of evidence. A fleur de lis pendant on a heavy chain with a broken clasp. She smoothly scouped it up and slipped it into her pocket.
“Hey!” Carl Davis shouted. “Step away from the body, Beth. Don’t change the position it was in. Let the coroner’s office do that.”
“Sorry, I thought he might have had something in his hand,” she said.
“Did he?”
She shook her head, no, waiting for him to call her on the evidence tampering. He didn’t. He hadn’t seen her pocket the necklace.
“Let them find any evidence on the body.”
She got up.
“Carl, I need to go. I will just wait for the report from the autopsy like before. I have a terrible headache and I don’t see anything here to justify staying around.”
“Sure. Sorry I yelled at you, Beth. Feel better, OK?“
She nodded and drove directly to Josef’s office.
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“Beth, what brings you…” Josef’s words died on his lips as he read the anguish rolling off of his visitor in waves, which was in stark contrast to the lack of emotion on her face.
“Out.” he said briefly and two freshies walked out and closed the door.
“I am here about a matter that concerns both of us. Mick may have told you that there is a serial killer in L.A. who has been reducing the population of some of the worst offenders in L.A.. Most were sufficiently high profile to attract the media’s attention. Some had ongoing investigations and some of them have been reported and we have been investigating. The results have turned up some evidence that you need to be made aware of.”
She showed him the evidence, photo by photo and the statements of eyewitnesses that was ruled inadmissible and unreliable. Finally, she held out her hand with the final piece of evidence: the necklace she found less than an hour before, clutched in the hand of the latest victim.
“Have you talked to Mick?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I didn’t want to believe it. Still don’t, but I don‘t see any way around it. That is why I am here.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want him to relocate somewhere else under a new name. Preferably out of the country where the police can’t touch him. I have told you about the evidence I altered that pointed toward Mick, but it’s only a matter of time before the police put the pieces together. I am not the only investigator on this.”
Josef picked up his telephone and hit speed dial, never taking his eyes off the woman before him.
“Mick, I need to see you in my office,“ he said. “Yes, now. This is important. You can call her later. Fine. See you shortly.“
Josef got up from behind his desk and walked around to take Beth’s arm and lead her over to the sofa. She sat. He poured some scotch into a crystal glass and handed it to her. She downed it in one swallow. Sitting beside her and taking her hands in his, he spoke with a kindness and gentleness that she had never heard from him. He knew how much coming here had cost her.
“Beth, we’re going to get to the bottom of this, but I have to tell you that this doesn’t sound like Mick.”
Her eyes flared to life. “You think that I want this to be Mick? Are you crazy? I’ve been looking for something, anything that pointed away from him, but I can’t find it. Then, the necklace. I had to come to you. I-if Mick did this, then I don’t really know him at all.” The momentary flare of anger from her passed and she slumped. “Maybe I should have gone to him with thisl” she said softly.
“If he is guilty of these murders, he could kill you, too,” said Josef. “I have to say, Mick does not mind taking down a bad guy here and there. Remember Tejada? He didn’t leave the country. Mick took him out for killing Josh.”
“We never discussed that until yesterday, but I knew. Somehow… I just knew.”
“Beth, listen to me. You came to me and I appreciate that. However things go down tonight, you need to understand that you’re safe. You protected the Community’s secret and we will protect you. I know that you are aware that I have made people disappear from time to time, but you are not in danger here. Do you understand me?”
She looked into his eyes and he read her thoughts there. What happened to her didn’t matter to her at the moment.
“I know this is hard. Keep it together for a little while longer, OK?”
Beth nodded.
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There was a soft knock at the door and Mick walked in.
“So, what’s the emergency?” he asked, then noticed Beth on the sofa. “Beth, are you okay?”
She nodded silently but Mick could tell she was definitely not fine.
“Mick, can you show us your necklace?”
Mick’s hand went to his neck and he frowned when he didn’t find it. “I must have lost it. I still had it yesterday but I don’t remember taking it off when I went to my freezer this morning.”
Beth jumped up. “You were hurt last night, where have you been exactly?”
He winced at her accusatory tone. “Beth, what do you… ? I was at the harbor, observing an attorney who was meeting with a member of H.E.M….”
“Reginald Leesome.” Her voice was cold.
“How did you know? Listen, I had been shot and beaten unconscious. When I came to I was lying next to the body of Reginald Leesome but I didn‘t do it! I heard sirens and ran. Someone is trying to frame me for the murder.”
Josef nodded. “We will need more to go on than that. Tell me more. Who shot you?”
Mick rubbed his neck and took a sideways glance at Beth. “This is not an easy story to tell and it’s rather long. Let’s sit.”
They sat down on the sofa and Mick took an armchair. After a moment to collect himself he started: “The vampire who shot and framed me was Norm – Norman Caruthers. He was a former associate of mine and – something like a fledgling to me.”
Beth looked puzzled. “Norman Caruthers? The guy that works with Guillermo at the morgue from time to time? That Norman Caruthers?”
“That’s him.”
“I didn’t even know he was a vampire, he’s just one of my contacts. Are you saying that you turned him?”
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The streets were still wet from the sudden deluge that drenched the city, washing the dust and smog from the air. There was no more standing water. The faint scent of ozone still hung in the air but around the crime scene, there was no smell at all. From that detail, Beth knew that the industrial deodorizer had been used once again to hide the killer’s identity. Once again she, the officers who found the body and Carl Davis were the only people on the scene. Carl had been called in when it was clear this was another slasher victim.
Beth knelt beside the body of attorney Reginald Leesome. Josh had told her about him when they were still together. He had been the attorney of choice for the highly placed organized crime figures in California but now he was evidence, laying on his side soaked by the rain. Beth noticed that he held one hand clutched against his chest, closed in a fist. She gently pushed him onto his back to get a look at his fist. She opened his hand and saw the final piece of evidence. A fleur de lis pendant on a heavy chain with a broken clasp. She smoothly scouped it up and slipped it into her pocket.
“Hey!” Carl Davis shouted. “Step away from the body, Beth. Don’t change the position it was in. Let the coroner’s office do that.”
“Sorry, I thought he might have had something in his hand,” she said.
“Did he?”
She shook her head, no, waiting for him to call her on the evidence tampering. He didn’t. He hadn’t seen her pocket the necklace.
“Let them find any evidence on the body.”
She got up.
“Carl, I need to go. I will just wait for the report from the autopsy like before. I have a terrible headache and I don’t see anything here to justify staying around.”
“Sure. Sorry I yelled at you, Beth. Feel better, OK?“
She nodded and drove directly to Josef’s office.
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“Beth, what brings you…” Josef’s words died on his lips as he read the anguish rolling off of his visitor in waves, which was in stark contrast to the lack of emotion on her face.
“Out.” he said briefly and two freshies walked out and closed the door.
“I am here about a matter that concerns both of us. Mick may have told you that there is a serial killer in L.A. who has been reducing the population of some of the worst offenders in L.A.. Most were sufficiently high profile to attract the media’s attention. Some had ongoing investigations and some of them have been reported and we have been investigating. The results have turned up some evidence that you need to be made aware of.”
She showed him the evidence, photo by photo and the statements of eyewitnesses that was ruled inadmissible and unreliable. Finally, she held out her hand with the final piece of evidence: the necklace she found less than an hour before, clutched in the hand of the latest victim.
“Have you talked to Mick?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I didn’t want to believe it. Still don’t, but I don‘t see any way around it. That is why I am here.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want him to relocate somewhere else under a new name. Preferably out of the country where the police can’t touch him. I have told you about the evidence I altered that pointed toward Mick, but it’s only a matter of time before the police put the pieces together. I am not the only investigator on this.”
Josef picked up his telephone and hit speed dial, never taking his eyes off the woman before him.
“Mick, I need to see you in my office,“ he said. “Yes, now. This is important. You can call her later. Fine. See you shortly.“
Josef got up from behind his desk and walked around to take Beth’s arm and lead her over to the sofa. She sat. He poured some scotch into a crystal glass and handed it to her. She downed it in one swallow. Sitting beside her and taking her hands in his, he spoke with a kindness and gentleness that she had never heard from him. He knew how much coming here had cost her.
“Beth, we’re going to get to the bottom of this, but I have to tell you that this doesn’t sound like Mick.”
Her eyes flared to life. “You think that I want this to be Mick? Are you crazy? I’ve been looking for something, anything that pointed away from him, but I can’t find it. Then, the necklace. I had to come to you. I-if Mick did this, then I don’t really know him at all.” The momentary flare of anger from her passed and she slumped. “Maybe I should have gone to him with thisl” she said softly.
“If he is guilty of these murders, he could kill you, too,” said Josef. “I have to say, Mick does not mind taking down a bad guy here and there. Remember Tejada? He didn’t leave the country. Mick took him out for killing Josh.”
“We never discussed that until yesterday, but I knew. Somehow… I just knew.”
“Beth, listen to me. You came to me and I appreciate that. However things go down tonight, you need to understand that you’re safe. You protected the Community’s secret and we will protect you. I know that you are aware that I have made people disappear from time to time, but you are not in danger here. Do you understand me?”
She looked into his eyes and he read her thoughts there. What happened to her didn’t matter to her at the moment.
“I know this is hard. Keep it together for a little while longer, OK?”
Beth nodded.
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There was a soft knock at the door and Mick walked in.
“So, what’s the emergency?” he asked, then noticed Beth on the sofa. “Beth, are you okay?”
She nodded silently but Mick could tell she was definitely not fine.
“Mick, can you show us your necklace?”
Mick’s hand went to his neck and he frowned when he didn’t find it. “I must have lost it. I still had it yesterday but I don’t remember taking it off when I went to my freezer this morning.”
Beth jumped up. “You were hurt last night, where have you been exactly?”
He winced at her accusatory tone. “Beth, what do you… ? I was at the harbor, observing an attorney who was meeting with a member of H.E.M….”
“Reginald Leesome.” Her voice was cold.
“How did you know? Listen, I had been shot and beaten unconscious. When I came to I was lying next to the body of Reginald Leesome but I didn‘t do it! I heard sirens and ran. Someone is trying to frame me for the murder.”
Josef nodded. “We will need more to go on than that. Tell me more. Who shot you?”
Mick rubbed his neck and took a sideways glance at Beth. “This is not an easy story to tell and it’s rather long. Let’s sit.”
They sat down on the sofa and Mick took an armchair. After a moment to collect himself he started: “The vampire who shot and framed me was Norm – Norman Caruthers. He was a former associate of mine and – something like a fledgling to me.”
Beth looked puzzled. “Norman Caruthers? The guy that works with Guillermo at the morgue from time to time? That Norman Caruthers?”
“That’s him.”
“I didn’t even know he was a vampire, he’s just one of my contacts. Are you saying that you turned him?”