"I
realize their bodies were not even remotely damaged in the same way. This was
definitely not a vampire attack as we know was the case with Jonah. But listen,
both involved drugs, both bodies were disposed of in alleyways, and drugs were
involved in both cases- Robbins was found with a lethal injection of the
tainted drug and the needle by his side, and Jonah was murdered because he
stole from the drug dealers and gun runners."
Diandra sat pondering everything for a while before she answered.
"Okay, there are some superficial similarities but some very large
differences in these cases," she began. "Was Robbins a known
associate of Carson?"
Lizbeth shook her head. "No more so than any other cop
who had a case tried by the former ADA. That
would be a good portion of the cops in this area so no, it's not enough to
narrow down as a real connection between the two." She was frustrated and
Diandra was immediately sorry that she hadn't been more attentive these last
couple of days. Obviously Lizbeth had a lot of weighty stuff on her mind and
Diandra knew she'd been blowing all of it off as unimportant. She regretted
that and vowed the two would make time to talk. Now seemed like a great time to
start.
Chapter Twelve
The next day Lizbeth strode into the station with
determination. Bypassing her own office she gave a cursory knock on Alexar's
door before peeking in. Seeing him on the phone she raised an eyebrow at him
and he gestured at the chair across from his desk before returning to his call.
She sat as he wrapped up the phone conversation and looked at her expectantly. "Out with it, Detective Snyder. I know you well enough
to know you've thought of something."
She grinned at his office formality before clearing her
throat and acknowledging the statement. "Well, Commander Thompson, I have
a new thought pattern to it, anyway. I don't know if it'll lead anywhere
but…" she shrugged as he looked at her steadily, urging her silently to
continue. "Well, I was just wondering if I'm the only one who noticed the
similarities to the murder of former Detective Malone."
Alexar was stunned into silence. He opened and closed his
mouth a few times without speaking a few times. After digesting this new
thought process for a moment he nodded. "You have a valid point,
Lizzie," he said gruffly, dropping all pretenses of professionalism and
formality. "I wish to God you were wrong but you have a very valid point.
If I weren't still so blind to Jonah's faults I would have seen it myself.
Damn," he swore more to himself than to her. "This is something we'll
have to take care of ourselves then. Since no one else knows about Jonah's…
side jobs, no one else will see beyond two officers murdered in
alleyways." He rose from his desk to stand in front of his office window,
staring blindly out at nothing.
"Here's what we're going to do, Lizzie. We're going to
treat it like the last case- we'll work efficiently like the others here, and
we'll track down the obscure leads in our off hours, okay?' He nodded jerkily
to himself and Lizbeth was instantly sorry she'd clued him in. After all, she
knew that the one man who had survived the warehouse incident last month was a
vampire. Alexar was in the dark and he should have stayed that way about everything.
She knew it was the right thing to do, the only thing she could do, as she
clued him in to everything, but she'd hate for him to be hurt because of this.
An officer takes their shield knowing they may go down in the line of duty- she
didn’t want him to go down not knowing everything. Regretfully she swallowed
the lump of words that would tell him everything, tasting bile in the back of
her throat as she did so. She nodded at him and told him she'd keep him
apprised. Lizbeth fled to her office as quickly as she could and locked herself
in. Putting her head in her hands she fought the nausea brought on by guilt.
When she felt steadier she unlocked her door and sat back down to work.
*****
realize their bodies were not even remotely damaged in the same way. This was
definitely not a vampire attack as we know was the case with Jonah. But listen,
both involved drugs, both bodies were disposed of in alleyways, and drugs were
involved in both cases- Robbins was found with a lethal injection of the
tainted drug and the needle by his side, and Jonah was murdered because he
stole from the drug dealers and gun runners."
Diandra sat pondering everything for a while before she answered.
"Okay, there are some superficial similarities but some very large
differences in these cases," she began. "Was Robbins a known
associate of Carson?"
Lizbeth shook her head. "No more so than any other cop
who had a case tried by the former ADA. That
would be a good portion of the cops in this area so no, it's not enough to
narrow down as a real connection between the two." She was frustrated and
Diandra was immediately sorry that she hadn't been more attentive these last
couple of days. Obviously Lizbeth had a lot of weighty stuff on her mind and
Diandra knew she'd been blowing all of it off as unimportant. She regretted
that and vowed the two would make time to talk. Now seemed like a great time to
start.
Chapter Twelve
The next day Lizbeth strode into the station with
determination. Bypassing her own office she gave a cursory knock on Alexar's
door before peeking in. Seeing him on the phone she raised an eyebrow at him
and he gestured at the chair across from his desk before returning to his call.
She sat as he wrapped up the phone conversation and looked at her expectantly. "Out with it, Detective Snyder. I know you well enough
to know you've thought of something."
She grinned at his office formality before clearing her
throat and acknowledging the statement. "Well, Commander Thompson, I have
a new thought pattern to it, anyway. I don't know if it'll lead anywhere
but…" she shrugged as he looked at her steadily, urging her silently to
continue. "Well, I was just wondering if I'm the only one who noticed the
similarities to the murder of former Detective Malone."
Alexar was stunned into silence. He opened and closed his
mouth a few times without speaking a few times. After digesting this new
thought process for a moment he nodded. "You have a valid point,
Lizzie," he said gruffly, dropping all pretenses of professionalism and
formality. "I wish to God you were wrong but you have a very valid point.
If I weren't still so blind to Jonah's faults I would have seen it myself.
Damn," he swore more to himself than to her. "This is something we'll
have to take care of ourselves then. Since no one else knows about Jonah's…
side jobs, no one else will see beyond two officers murdered in
alleyways." He rose from his desk to stand in front of his office window,
staring blindly out at nothing.
"Here's what we're going to do, Lizzie. We're going to
treat it like the last case- we'll work efficiently like the others here, and
we'll track down the obscure leads in our off hours, okay?' He nodded jerkily
to himself and Lizbeth was instantly sorry she'd clued him in. After all, she
knew that the one man who had survived the warehouse incident last month was a
vampire. Alexar was in the dark and he should have stayed that way about everything.
She knew it was the right thing to do, the only thing she could do, as she
clued him in to everything, but she'd hate for him to be hurt because of this.
An officer takes their shield knowing they may go down in the line of duty- she
didn’t want him to go down not knowing everything. Regretfully she swallowed
the lump of words that would tell him everything, tasting bile in the back of
her throat as she did so. She nodded at him and told him she'd keep him
apprised. Lizbeth fled to her office as quickly as she could and locked herself
in. Putting her head in her hands she fought the nausea brought on by guilt.
When she felt steadier she unlocked her door and sat back down to work.
*****
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