San Francisco: Hall of Justice Tuesday Night Fandom Time
Her homecoming wasn't exactly like she imagined it. Jacobi was the only one who met her at the airport, looking more grizzled than usual. She had hoped that the rest of the girls would have shown up for her arrival but given the case and the quick arrival that didn't pan out.
After a grueling conversation with her ex-husband/former boss and a lot of teasing from her former co-workers for being "Miss Big Shot Security Girl", she had buried herself in the case. There were two victims in question: First was the Woman. She had been home alone on Sunday night when there was an intruder and she had called 911. Witnesses saw her neighbor run into the house when the screaming started and the man was killed as a result. The murder weapon was a crystal rabbit which had been used to bludgeon the man to death. Now the woman was gone with no sign of evidence left behind other than some hair, fibers and paint left on the male victim.
The husband of the female victim was a well-to-do businessman in the area, hence the high profile of the case. He had been out of town on a business meeting when the kidnapping took place. So far there had been no ransom demands. The victim was wife number three and was... well let's just say a May-December relationship was pushing the concept a bit.
Lindsay was just about to call it a night and go have a drink with the girls when something in the husband's statement began to bother her. The murder weapon. The crystal rabbit. (Seriously. Who killed someone with a rabbit?) It didn't belong to either him or the female victim.
"Oh. Fuck. Me."
Twenty minutes later she was in the records room pulling out her old case files. Pictures were pulled out of a key, a figurine and about five others. All belonging to an old case she had never solved. In fact it was the same case that made her leave the department to work for Tony and started her life in Fandom.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she said under her breath as she reached for her cell phone and hit speed dial.
"Claire? Those drinks are going to have to wait. I need you to cross reference those hair and fibers with an old case."
She sighed a bit as she leaned back in her chair. "Yeah. It's that important."
The kiss-me-not killer. Again. After all this time.
[NFB due to distance. And yes, the San Francisco police building is called the Hall of Justice which always makes me think of the Super Friends. Meant to be posted last night. Oops.]
After a grueling conversation with her ex-husband/former boss and a lot of teasing from her former co-workers for being "Miss Big Shot Security Girl", she had buried herself in the case. There were two victims in question: First was the Woman. She had been home alone on Sunday night when there was an intruder and she had called 911. Witnesses saw her neighbor run into the house when the screaming started and the man was killed as a result. The murder weapon was a crystal rabbit which had been used to bludgeon the man to death. Now the woman was gone with no sign of evidence left behind other than some hair, fibers and paint left on the male victim.
The husband of the female victim was a well-to-do businessman in the area, hence the high profile of the case. He had been out of town on a business meeting when the kidnapping took place. So far there had been no ransom demands. The victim was wife number three and was... well let's just say a May-December relationship was pushing the concept a bit.
Lindsay was just about to call it a night and go have a drink with the girls when something in the husband's statement began to bother her. The murder weapon. The crystal rabbit. (Seriously. Who killed someone with a rabbit?) It didn't belong to either him or the female victim.
"Oh. Fuck. Me."
Twenty minutes later she was in the records room pulling out her old case files. Pictures were pulled out of a key, a figurine and about five others. All belonging to an old case she had never solved. In fact it was the same case that made her leave the department to work for Tony and started her life in Fandom.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she said under her breath as she reached for her cell phone and hit speed dial.
"Claire? Those drinks are going to have to wait. I need you to cross reference those hair and fibers with an old case."
She sighed a bit as she leaned back in her chair. "Yeah. It's that important."
The kiss-me-not killer. Again. After all this time.
[NFB due to distance. And yes, the San Francisco police building is called the Hall of Justice which always makes me think of the Super Friends. Meant to be posted last night. Oops.]