Fic: NCIS - A Long December - 2/8
Fandom: NCIS
Title: A Long December - Chapter One
Author: Starbucks Sue
Genre: General
Rating: FRT
Characters: Mainly Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo with a few others making short appearances
Summary: On a snowy December morning a body turns up in an alley in DC. Will Gibbs and his new Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo be able to solve the case before Christmas?
Spoilers: Although this is set pre-series there are spoilers for those who have not seen the early episodes as information not known in the early seasons is used in this story. You will find the characters a little different than in the series as this is set two years prior to Yankee White and the relationships would naturally have evolved in that time.
This is a sequel to my previous story 'Raining in Baltimore' found here
Disclaimer: NCIS and the characters portrayed in this story do not belong to me and no copyright infringement is intended.
The Saturday before Christmas dawned cold and clear with the fresh layer of snow which had fallen overnight creating picture postcard scenery as they passed through Virginia and into DC. As well as being on call over the weekend they also needed to finish up the reports on their last case so they made the journey to the Navy Yard together in Gibbs’ truck as it handled the roads far better than Tony’s classic Corvette.
They’d barely been in the bullpen five minutes before Gibbs heard his desk phone ring from where they were standing talking to Pacci and Bennett, who had also come in to work on one of their cold cases.
“Gibbs,” he responded quickly. “Where? Who’s on the scene now?” He stopped, listening to the voice on the other end. “Okay, let them know we’re on our way.”
“Grab your gear, Tony. We’ve got a dead Petty Officer in an alley on P Street, just off Dupont Circle. Let’s go.”
Tony quickly returned to his desk and grabbed his backpack as Gibbs collected the keys to the truck.
“Do you want a hand, Gibbs? Dan and I aren’t getting very far with this one at the moment,” Pacci asked quickly. He and Bennett had helped them out at a few of their crime scenes when they hadn’t been actively following up a lead in one of their cold cases. All four agents got on well together and it was good for Bennett to get some experience in the field.
“Yeah thanks, Pacci,” Gibbs nodded at the other man as Pacci and Bennett grabbed their packs and made their way down to pick up their sedan.
The roads within the City were fairly clear of snow so it didn’t take them long to get there, the tape fluttering gently in the breeze easily making the crime scene itself obvious.
Gibbs quickly introduced himself to the Metro cop waiting for them as Tony pulled out his sketch pad, while Pacci handed the camera to Bennett, giving the younger agent a few pointers before starting to cast an eye around the surrounding area looking for evidence, they were joined shortly afterwards by Gibbs, having seen off the young Metro detective.
“They got the call about two hours ago, checked his wallet without having to move him so they haven’t touched anything apart from that. What’ve we got?” He turned at the sound of another vehicle, seeing the ME van pull in before turning back to the corpse.
“Petty Officer Vincent Paulson,” Tony replied. “It looks as if he’s been strangled and was cuffed or restrained at some point from the marks around his wrists.” He stepped back as the Medical Examiner crouched down and got to work.
“Anything else,” Gibbs asked, looking at the surrounding area.
“We’ve picked up a few things, not much though. There was snow on the ground overnight so we’ve probably lost some of the evidence that was left.” Pacci replied, sealing the last evidence bag.
“Time of death, Duck?” Gibbs asked as noticed the Medical Examiner removing the probe.
“Well taking into account the freezing conditions I would say that time of death was around 02:00 this morning. Our Petty Officer has been pretty badly treated Jethro, but I’ll be able to tell you more when I’ve had the chance to look over the poor fellow properly,” he stopped and looked round for his assistant. “Come on, let’s get him ready to go.”
They loaded him onto the gurney and into the van and left at a sedate pace. Finishing up on the site the agents quickly followed the Medical Examiner back to the Navy Yard.
An hour later Gibbs walked into the bullpen where he’d left Tony researching background information on their victim.
“Hey, Boss. Vincent Paulson was a twenty three year old Petty Officer, currently on leave from the destroyer USS Gonzalez while it’s undergoing minor works at Norfolk, he was due to deploy on 20 January 2002. Family lives at Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, mother, father and two younger sisters, one still living at home and one at University of North Carolina in Greensboro,” he stopped reading and looked up at Gibbs. “I’ve spoken to Simon Stokes at Norfolk and Paulson hasn’t been reported as missing.”
“Okay. Come on, let’s go and see what Ducky’s got so far.” He strode towards the elevator knowing Tony would be on his six.
“Ah Jethro, Anthony, I didn’t think it would be long before I saw you down here,” Ducky commented as they walked into autopsy. “I haven’t quite finished yet but the poor boy really does have some disturbing injuries. Quite apart from the ligature marks around his neck, wrists and ankles he was also badly whipped, the marks have cut quite deeply into his back and the tops of his legs, there is also evidence that he was penetrated shortly before his death although there is no tearing or any localized bruising so I cannot say whether it was consensual or whether he was raped. I have sent several samples up to Abby for analysis,” he finished with a sigh.
“Thanks, Duck. We’ll go and see what she’s got.” Gibbs turned and the two men made their way up one floor to the forensics lab, the pounding music hitting their ears the minute they left the elevator.
“Abs?” Gibbs shouted as they entered the lab.
Abby turned, quickly picking up the remote and lowering the volume to a more acceptable level for her visitors.
“Hey, Gibbs, Tony. I haven’t finished going through everything yet but look what I did find.” She hit one of the keys on her keyboard and a membership card sprung up onto large screen by the wall. “He was a member of The Ministry and you know what kind of club that is don’t you, it’s only DCs hottest BDSM club.”
Gibbs was glad that he and Tony had moved forward towards the screen as it meant that only he saw the way Tony paled and his breath caught at Abby’s words. The younger man was quick to school his features though and by the time Abby joined them he was looking composed again.
“Ducky told me what injuries he had, so he might have come from the club. Restraining and whipping is all part of the scene, I’m sure you’ve come across something like this in Baltimore, Tony?” she turned to the new agent waiting for his response.
“Yeah I have, went undercover as part of a bust in Philly too.” Gibbs watched closely, only just seeing the discomfort his new agent was showing, fortunately Abby didn’t notice but Gibbs decided there and then to keep an eye on Tony. He knew that something had gone wrong at Philly during that particular case and that Tony had left soon afterwards. He’d read the reports and it was what they didn’t say that concerned him, especially with Tony’s reaction both now and when he’d briefly brought it up soon after he first met Gibbs.
Luckily Abby had turned back to her desk. “I’ve also run the tests on his blood, he’d been drinking but there were no traces of any drugs though. I’m still running tests on the scrapings Ducky took from under his fingernails and on a couple of fingerprints on his belt and one of his shoes.”
“Good work Abs, let me know when you get anything else.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left the lab with Tony following.
As they got into the elevator Gibbs turned to his young colleague, Tony was scuffing his shoe on the carpeted floor, unable to look the senior agent in the eye.
“Tony, look at me,” Gibbs commanded gently. “I know something happened to you during that case in Philly but I don’t know all the details, the reports were kept pretty vague. Is there anything you want to tell me? You know we’re going to need to visit the club.”
Tony had raised his eyes to look at Gibbs when he asked but looked down again quickly as Gibbs finished. Taking a deep breath he looked up again at the senior agent, determination in his eyes.
“No, Gibbs, I can do this, I need to do this. It’s time to put another one of my ghosts to rest. It’s not as if I’m going undercover, we’re just going in to do interviews. I’m not pretending it won’t bring back some bad memories though.” Tony replied resolutely.
“Atta boy,” Gibbs replied with a smile. “Let’s grab some lunch and then we’ll head over there.”
They left the elevator and returned to the bullpen, finding that Dan Bennett had been thinking along the same lines and had already brought lunch for all four of them.
After they had eaten, Pacci and Bennett headed for Norfolk to interview Paulson’s CO and find out who may have seen him over the past few days whilst Gibbs and DiNozzo headed for The Ministry. Tony was nervous but composed and Gibbs was proud of his young colleague. It was obviously the first time he had been back in such a club since his undercover operation in Philadelphia and whilst Gibbs didn’t know the details of what had happened he knew enough to keep an eye on Tony once they got there.
By the time they reached the club it was going on for 14:30 and although the main doors were locked there was an intercom beside the door, once Gibbs had identified himself and the reason for their visit they were soon let into the building and led to an office upstairs where they were met by a sturdy, dark haired man in his forties.
“Good afternoon gentlemen, I’m Marcus Hamilton and I’m the owner of the club. Please come into my office and have a seat. How can I help you?”
“I’m Special Agent Gibbs and this is Special Agent DiNozzo.” Gibbs replied, showing his badge. “We’re here in connection with a dead Petty Officer whose body was found early this morning in an alleyway not far from the club. He had one of your membership cards in his wallet. Marks around his wrists and ankles showed that he’d been restrained and he had also been whipped recently. His death was caused by strangulation.” Gibbs stopped and handed over the pictures of their victim.
“Ah and you want to know if he was here last night and whether he’d been playing with anyone while he was here.” Hamilton finished for him.
“Yeah. Were you here last night during the opening hours?” Gibbs asked.
“Yes. Unless I am away on business I usually prefer to be here while the club’s open, although I was up here in the office for most of the evening. Both myself and the assistant manager, Clifford Warner were here last night. The club closed at 02:00, I left as soon as the last member was out of the building, Clifford stayed to lock up. There were six security guards on site as well who would have left with Clifford.” He stopped to study the photograph Gibbs handed him.
He does look familiar but I couldn’t put a name to him, he doesn’t come here that regularly but as you say if he’s Navy that would explain the irregularity of his visits. Each of our members has to sign in and out and we have surveillance cameras around the main entrance so we can easily check. Excuse me one moment please.” He walked out into the outer office, leaving the door open so they could hear his conversation.
“Raelin, please could I have the membership book for this week and the surveillance tapes from yesterday. Thank you.” He returned to the office.
“Hopefully that should answer your questions. If he was here last night this will tell us when he arrived and when he left, as well as showing if he left with someone or if someone followed him out of the club.” He broke off as Raelin tapped lightly on the door and entered, the book and tapes in her hands. “Although we do give guest passes out we do prefer all our clientele to be members, guest passes are only given out on recommendation from a permanent member and can only be used on a maximum of three occasions, any more and we ask that they apply for membership. We do a brief background check on names and addresses, you can never be too careful these days, especially with an establishment of this type, allowing the wrong person in could be disastrous.”
Gibbs nodded, well aware of the implications if something were to go wrong. He didn’t look at Tony but was aware that his young partner was trembling slightly, despite the impassive look on his face.
Hamilton opened the book to the correct page on the desk in front of them.
“There he is,” Tony pointed to the name scrawled in the book in untidy handwriting. “He arrived at 21:30 and left at 23:50, that’s over two hours before the time of death.”
Hamilton sorted through the surveillance tapes he’d been handed before popping one into the VCR in the corner of the room and picking up the remote. Cueing the tape he pressed the play button and fast forwarded it until the timestamp showed 23:45. Petty Officer Paulson soon appeared in the picture. He acknowledged one person standing in the foyer area and chatted to a few others as he signed out and left the building. He smiled and threw a final comment at the security guard at the door as he left with the man that he’d first waved at.
“That’s obviously the tape you want, I presume you’ll want to take it with you. Do you need the book as well?” Hamilton asked.
“I don’t think we need the book at this stage but would it be possible to copy the pages from last night just in case we want to cross reference any of the other names?” Gibbs handed the book back to Hamilton.
“No problem, I’ll ask Raelin to do it now.” He left the room again briefly before returning. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No I don’t think so at this point. Would it be possible for us to return later to speak to your security guards? I assume they patrol regularly and it would be useful if they saw Petty Officer Paulson with anyone else in particular during the evening,” Tony asked, speaking up for only the second time.
“Of course. The club opens at 20:00 but the security staff will be here from at least 19:00 if not before. I would suggest you return at 18:30 then you can see each of them as they arrive. I can assure you that we will all do everything we can to assist you. An incident such as this is bad for the community as a whole and bad for business of course. Clubs such as this one are badly thought of in some circles and if our members were to think that they were being targeted by a killer because of their social preferences it could have some serious knock on effects.” He finished off just as Raelin returned with the open book and the photocopied sheets, showing the book and the pages for comparison to the two agents without being asked so that they could see that they were true copies.
“This is a list of all the security guards who were on duty last night as well, with the times they arrived and left. They are all on duty again tonight so you will be able to speak to all of them, I will arrange for a room for your use when you arrive,” she advised them with a smile.
“Thank you, Raelin.” Tony turned on the charm and smiled at her, causing Gibbs to roll his eyes and Hamilton to grin.
Gibbs rose to his feet, offering his hand to the club owner. “Thank you for your time Mr Harrison, you’ve been very helpful. We’ll be back later. Here’s my card if you need to contact me in the meantime.”
“You’re welcome Agent Gibbs. I just hope you find who did this and soon.” He shook hands with Tony and led them out of the office and back down to the main doors himself.
Chapter Two
Title: A Long December - Chapter One
Author: Starbucks Sue
Genre: General
Rating: FRT
Characters: Mainly Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo with a few others making short appearances
Summary: On a snowy December morning a body turns up in an alley in DC. Will Gibbs and his new Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo be able to solve the case before Christmas?
Spoilers: Although this is set pre-series there are spoilers for those who have not seen the early episodes as information not known in the early seasons is used in this story. You will find the characters a little different than in the series as this is set two years prior to Yankee White and the relationships would naturally have evolved in that time.
This is a sequel to my previous story 'Raining in Baltimore' found here
Disclaimer: NCIS and the characters portrayed in this story do not belong to me and no copyright infringement is intended.
The Saturday before Christmas dawned cold and clear with the fresh layer of snow which had fallen overnight creating picture postcard scenery as they passed through Virginia and into DC. As well as being on call over the weekend they also needed to finish up the reports on their last case so they made the journey to the Navy Yard together in Gibbs’ truck as it handled the roads far better than Tony’s classic Corvette.
They’d barely been in the bullpen five minutes before Gibbs heard his desk phone ring from where they were standing talking to Pacci and Bennett, who had also come in to work on one of their cold cases.
“Gibbs,” he responded quickly. “Where? Who’s on the scene now?” He stopped, listening to the voice on the other end. “Okay, let them know we’re on our way.”
“Grab your gear, Tony. We’ve got a dead Petty Officer in an alley on P Street, just off Dupont Circle. Let’s go.”
Tony quickly returned to his desk and grabbed his backpack as Gibbs collected the keys to the truck.
“Do you want a hand, Gibbs? Dan and I aren’t getting very far with this one at the moment,” Pacci asked quickly. He and Bennett had helped them out at a few of their crime scenes when they hadn’t been actively following up a lead in one of their cold cases. All four agents got on well together and it was good for Bennett to get some experience in the field.
“Yeah thanks, Pacci,” Gibbs nodded at the other man as Pacci and Bennett grabbed their packs and made their way down to pick up their sedan.
The roads within the City were fairly clear of snow so it didn’t take them long to get there, the tape fluttering gently in the breeze easily making the crime scene itself obvious.
Gibbs quickly introduced himself to the Metro cop waiting for them as Tony pulled out his sketch pad, while Pacci handed the camera to Bennett, giving the younger agent a few pointers before starting to cast an eye around the surrounding area looking for evidence, they were joined shortly afterwards by Gibbs, having seen off the young Metro detective.
“They got the call about two hours ago, checked his wallet without having to move him so they haven’t touched anything apart from that. What’ve we got?” He turned at the sound of another vehicle, seeing the ME van pull in before turning back to the corpse.
“Petty Officer Vincent Paulson,” Tony replied. “It looks as if he’s been strangled and was cuffed or restrained at some point from the marks around his wrists.” He stepped back as the Medical Examiner crouched down and got to work.
“Anything else,” Gibbs asked, looking at the surrounding area.
“We’ve picked up a few things, not much though. There was snow on the ground overnight so we’ve probably lost some of the evidence that was left.” Pacci replied, sealing the last evidence bag.
“Time of death, Duck?” Gibbs asked as noticed the Medical Examiner removing the probe.
“Well taking into account the freezing conditions I would say that time of death was around 02:00 this morning. Our Petty Officer has been pretty badly treated Jethro, but I’ll be able to tell you more when I’ve had the chance to look over the poor fellow properly,” he stopped and looked round for his assistant. “Come on, let’s get him ready to go.”
They loaded him onto the gurney and into the van and left at a sedate pace. Finishing up on the site the agents quickly followed the Medical Examiner back to the Navy Yard.
An hour later Gibbs walked into the bullpen where he’d left Tony researching background information on their victim.
“Hey, Boss. Vincent Paulson was a twenty three year old Petty Officer, currently on leave from the destroyer USS Gonzalez while it’s undergoing minor works at Norfolk, he was due to deploy on 20 January 2002. Family lives at Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, mother, father and two younger sisters, one still living at home and one at University of North Carolina in Greensboro,” he stopped reading and looked up at Gibbs. “I’ve spoken to Simon Stokes at Norfolk and Paulson hasn’t been reported as missing.”
“Okay. Come on, let’s go and see what Ducky’s got so far.” He strode towards the elevator knowing Tony would be on his six.
“Ah Jethro, Anthony, I didn’t think it would be long before I saw you down here,” Ducky commented as they walked into autopsy. “I haven’t quite finished yet but the poor boy really does have some disturbing injuries. Quite apart from the ligature marks around his neck, wrists and ankles he was also badly whipped, the marks have cut quite deeply into his back and the tops of his legs, there is also evidence that he was penetrated shortly before his death although there is no tearing or any localized bruising so I cannot say whether it was consensual or whether he was raped. I have sent several samples up to Abby for analysis,” he finished with a sigh.
“Thanks, Duck. We’ll go and see what she’s got.” Gibbs turned and the two men made their way up one floor to the forensics lab, the pounding music hitting their ears the minute they left the elevator.
“Abs?” Gibbs shouted as they entered the lab.
Abby turned, quickly picking up the remote and lowering the volume to a more acceptable level for her visitors.
“Hey, Gibbs, Tony. I haven’t finished going through everything yet but look what I did find.” She hit one of the keys on her keyboard and a membership card sprung up onto large screen by the wall. “He was a member of The Ministry and you know what kind of club that is don’t you, it’s only DCs hottest BDSM club.”
Gibbs was glad that he and Tony had moved forward towards the screen as it meant that only he saw the way Tony paled and his breath caught at Abby’s words. The younger man was quick to school his features though and by the time Abby joined them he was looking composed again.
“Ducky told me what injuries he had, so he might have come from the club. Restraining and whipping is all part of the scene, I’m sure you’ve come across something like this in Baltimore, Tony?” she turned to the new agent waiting for his response.
“Yeah I have, went undercover as part of a bust in Philly too.” Gibbs watched closely, only just seeing the discomfort his new agent was showing, fortunately Abby didn’t notice but Gibbs decided there and then to keep an eye on Tony. He knew that something had gone wrong at Philly during that particular case and that Tony had left soon afterwards. He’d read the reports and it was what they didn’t say that concerned him, especially with Tony’s reaction both now and when he’d briefly brought it up soon after he first met Gibbs.
Luckily Abby had turned back to her desk. “I’ve also run the tests on his blood, he’d been drinking but there were no traces of any drugs though. I’m still running tests on the scrapings Ducky took from under his fingernails and on a couple of fingerprints on his belt and one of his shoes.”
“Good work Abs, let me know when you get anything else.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left the lab with Tony following.
As they got into the elevator Gibbs turned to his young colleague, Tony was scuffing his shoe on the carpeted floor, unable to look the senior agent in the eye.
“Tony, look at me,” Gibbs commanded gently. “I know something happened to you during that case in Philly but I don’t know all the details, the reports were kept pretty vague. Is there anything you want to tell me? You know we’re going to need to visit the club.”
Tony had raised his eyes to look at Gibbs when he asked but looked down again quickly as Gibbs finished. Taking a deep breath he looked up again at the senior agent, determination in his eyes.
“No, Gibbs, I can do this, I need to do this. It’s time to put another one of my ghosts to rest. It’s not as if I’m going undercover, we’re just going in to do interviews. I’m not pretending it won’t bring back some bad memories though.” Tony replied resolutely.
“Atta boy,” Gibbs replied with a smile. “Let’s grab some lunch and then we’ll head over there.”
They left the elevator and returned to the bullpen, finding that Dan Bennett had been thinking along the same lines and had already brought lunch for all four of them.
After they had eaten, Pacci and Bennett headed for Norfolk to interview Paulson’s CO and find out who may have seen him over the past few days whilst Gibbs and DiNozzo headed for The Ministry. Tony was nervous but composed and Gibbs was proud of his young colleague. It was obviously the first time he had been back in such a club since his undercover operation in Philadelphia and whilst Gibbs didn’t know the details of what had happened he knew enough to keep an eye on Tony once they got there.
By the time they reached the club it was going on for 14:30 and although the main doors were locked there was an intercom beside the door, once Gibbs had identified himself and the reason for their visit they were soon let into the building and led to an office upstairs where they were met by a sturdy, dark haired man in his forties.
“Good afternoon gentlemen, I’m Marcus Hamilton and I’m the owner of the club. Please come into my office and have a seat. How can I help you?”
“I’m Special Agent Gibbs and this is Special Agent DiNozzo.” Gibbs replied, showing his badge. “We’re here in connection with a dead Petty Officer whose body was found early this morning in an alleyway not far from the club. He had one of your membership cards in his wallet. Marks around his wrists and ankles showed that he’d been restrained and he had also been whipped recently. His death was caused by strangulation.” Gibbs stopped and handed over the pictures of their victim.
“Ah and you want to know if he was here last night and whether he’d been playing with anyone while he was here.” Hamilton finished for him.
“Yeah. Were you here last night during the opening hours?” Gibbs asked.
“Yes. Unless I am away on business I usually prefer to be here while the club’s open, although I was up here in the office for most of the evening. Both myself and the assistant manager, Clifford Warner were here last night. The club closed at 02:00, I left as soon as the last member was out of the building, Clifford stayed to lock up. There were six security guards on site as well who would have left with Clifford.” He stopped to study the photograph Gibbs handed him.
He does look familiar but I couldn’t put a name to him, he doesn’t come here that regularly but as you say if he’s Navy that would explain the irregularity of his visits. Each of our members has to sign in and out and we have surveillance cameras around the main entrance so we can easily check. Excuse me one moment please.” He walked out into the outer office, leaving the door open so they could hear his conversation.
“Raelin, please could I have the membership book for this week and the surveillance tapes from yesterday. Thank you.” He returned to the office.
“Hopefully that should answer your questions. If he was here last night this will tell us when he arrived and when he left, as well as showing if he left with someone or if someone followed him out of the club.” He broke off as Raelin tapped lightly on the door and entered, the book and tapes in her hands. “Although we do give guest passes out we do prefer all our clientele to be members, guest passes are only given out on recommendation from a permanent member and can only be used on a maximum of three occasions, any more and we ask that they apply for membership. We do a brief background check on names and addresses, you can never be too careful these days, especially with an establishment of this type, allowing the wrong person in could be disastrous.”
Gibbs nodded, well aware of the implications if something were to go wrong. He didn’t look at Tony but was aware that his young partner was trembling slightly, despite the impassive look on his face.
Hamilton opened the book to the correct page on the desk in front of them.
“There he is,” Tony pointed to the name scrawled in the book in untidy handwriting. “He arrived at 21:30 and left at 23:50, that’s over two hours before the time of death.”
Hamilton sorted through the surveillance tapes he’d been handed before popping one into the VCR in the corner of the room and picking up the remote. Cueing the tape he pressed the play button and fast forwarded it until the timestamp showed 23:45. Petty Officer Paulson soon appeared in the picture. He acknowledged one person standing in the foyer area and chatted to a few others as he signed out and left the building. He smiled and threw a final comment at the security guard at the door as he left with the man that he’d first waved at.
“That’s obviously the tape you want, I presume you’ll want to take it with you. Do you need the book as well?” Hamilton asked.
“I don’t think we need the book at this stage but would it be possible to copy the pages from last night just in case we want to cross reference any of the other names?” Gibbs handed the book back to Hamilton.
“No problem, I’ll ask Raelin to do it now.” He left the room again briefly before returning. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No I don’t think so at this point. Would it be possible for us to return later to speak to your security guards? I assume they patrol regularly and it would be useful if they saw Petty Officer Paulson with anyone else in particular during the evening,” Tony asked, speaking up for only the second time.
“Of course. The club opens at 20:00 but the security staff will be here from at least 19:00 if not before. I would suggest you return at 18:30 then you can see each of them as they arrive. I can assure you that we will all do everything we can to assist you. An incident such as this is bad for the community as a whole and bad for business of course. Clubs such as this one are badly thought of in some circles and if our members were to think that they were being targeted by a killer because of their social preferences it could have some serious knock on effects.” He finished off just as Raelin returned with the open book and the photocopied sheets, showing the book and the pages for comparison to the two agents without being asked so that they could see that they were true copies.
“This is a list of all the security guards who were on duty last night as well, with the times they arrived and left. They are all on duty again tonight so you will be able to speak to all of them, I will arrange for a room for your use when you arrive,” she advised them with a smile.
“Thank you, Raelin.” Tony turned on the charm and smiled at her, causing Gibbs to roll his eyes and Hamilton to grin.
Gibbs rose to his feet, offering his hand to the club owner. “Thank you for your time Mr Harrison, you’ve been very helpful. We’ll be back later. Here’s my card if you need to contact me in the meantime.”
“You’re welcome Agent Gibbs. I just hope you find who did this and soon.” He shook hands with Tony and led them out of the office and back down to the main doors himself.
Chapter Two