Past in the Present

[immortalmacleod]

OOC: Takes place after the phone call with Face.

Duncan went back to where he'd disposed of Lynn Horton's body and looked around. Nothing much had changed, but it gave him the shivers just standing there, thinking about what the daughter of a madman had done to Aidan and Face almost two years agoTime passed differently for Immortals, but the sight

Comments

[facelorran]

Face heard the beeping of his cell phone and his hand reached for it blindly. He didn't make it in time, instead it fell off the tiny nightside table and under the bed he was sleeping on.

"Sithspit," he muttered, then turned on the light, getting out of bed and picked it up from the discarded clothing. It was the voice mail sound, so someone had called while he had been deep asleep, and only now the incessant beeping had brought him out of sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat back on the bed and listened to the voicemail. Hearing Duncan's words, he instantly called the man back.

[immortalmacleod]

This time, it was Face who woke Duncan. He grabbed the cell that was on the nightstand and blinked his eyes a few times, trying to wake up. "Yeah?"

Then he pulled it away from his ear and saw the caller I.D.

"Face. Right. I did tell you to call right away..." Sitting up in bed, he rubbed the back of his neck to get the kinks out. "Look, I went back and there wasn't anything where I'd dumped the body. She wasn't an Immortal either, I can tell you that much. But I had a thought and went back to Lucid to review the old videotapes from that night."

He didn't need to say which night.

"Turns out there were three people there, not two like we'd thought. One was Lynn. One was the guy who took you." He paused at that. It was never an easy thing for him to think about, so he knew it couldn't have been for Face, either.

"And one was a man. I couldn't make out who, but they got in the van with Lynn, the van that took Aidan away. It's not much, but it's a start."

[facelorran]

"Did you get a copy of the tape? I can run the image through the federal databank pretty easily. If he's got a record, I'll be able to snag a name and last known whereabouts so we can find him and ask a few questions."

His voice had gotten a bit darker. he hated remembering that time and anything about it.

[immortalmacleod]

His eyebrows shot up. Duncan hadn't know that Face had those sort of connections, but then again, he hadn't known Face very well at all until recently.

"Yeah. Hang on." Duncan got out of bed and fished around his trenchcoat pockets until he came up with the tape. "It's right here. Want to meet for some coffee later and I'll hand it over to you then?"