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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 12:40:53 GMT -8
Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse Your alarm went off. Today was the big day. Maybe the media would be there with cameras, so you needed to look your best. Your appointment wasn't until 2PM so there was plenty of time to get ready. How did you spend your morning and what were you thinking about?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 18:01:50 GMT -8
I woke a little before my customary 5 am, and brushed my teeth. I grabbed a water bottle and headed out the door. I like to run hungry, as motivation. I left the house in Birmingham barely ten minutes after waking. It was a smaller, older place, a starter home in the better town. I'm not making name partner money yet.
My route took me down Southfield Road, into Beverly Hills. I ran around Acacia Park Cemetery, up 13 Mile to Evergreen, then North to the Birmingham Country Club. I ran the perimeter of the club then up 14 Mile all the way to Clover Park Cemetery then back home via Lincoln and Old Woodward. I completed the nearly 11 miles in 75 minutes, a little short of my marathon pace.
Back home, I showered, groomed, and dressed in the suit I had laid out the night before: a fitted, medium grey Trofeo wool Eremengildo Zegna suit, a light grey-on-grey spread-collar shirt, and a shiny Ferrari red Dolce & Gabbana tie with a wide Pratt knot. The cufflinks and tie tack were matching Ferrari red enameled white gold billets. I wore my precious, vintage cognac brown Ferragamos and put on my Tom Ford peacoat on the way out the door. If I was going to end up on camera, I was going to look as better than a named partner. In fact, I had bought half the outfit for just this occasion.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 18:28:16 GMT -8
Out the door by 8 am, I relaxed into the latter half of the rush hour traffic and drank from my tall thermos of black coffee. I pulled into the garage at the Guardian Building around 9. The landmark building was a classic art deco skyscraper, built in 1929. Today it was conveniently located within a mile of every major courthouse in the city. The dining options weren't bad either.
I had reserved a conference room that morning and had Marcie put all of the files from the prosecutors and my own minimal investigation in there. I spent the morning getting 'into character', constructing a Hollywood 'murder board' and scowling at little details to see if anything jumped out that I could use. I would like to make an Investigate roll.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 18:37:10 GMT -8
((Go for it!))
Around 10AM, the rain started picking up, and by now, it splattered miserably against the windowpanes. The world was painted in blues and greys, especially this high up. The lobby of the building had been still decorated subtly for Halloween-- orange and black ribbons and sashes that had yet to be discarded for November. Lazy. What had you gotten up to the night before? Any spooky celebrations?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 18:45:41 GMT -8
I roll to Investigate the files: JvLS36B3+1
The previous night, I had been investigating an abandoned Beaux Arts theater near the lake near Lafayette Park. Being Halloween, I wasn't the only one trespassing, but I was good at not being seen and was able to take lots of candid pictures from the structurally questionable catwalks and upper balconies that the less daring avoided.·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 19:05:08 GMT -8
It had been a wild night of urbex. Plenty of teenage couples creeping away into corners, graffiti artists giving you searching looks to make sure you weren't a cop. Out there at night, it was so far away from civilization. People could do whatever they wanted...
You pored over the files, though the splattering of the rain and your general excitement made it hard to concentrate. Your best chance at anything other than a five minute deliberation would be to find flaws in the investigation. You still hadn't been able to pinpoint who'd leaked the picture of the bloody Mills to the public, but if it were an official... The most annoying thing you could find in the document, was someone had printed out one of the reports with the hyperlinks still visible. Amateur hour.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 19:36:23 GMT -8
 Around 11, as promised, Marcie got back from picking up the big order from Sister Pie. Hopefully the officers would appreciate pastries from a perennial James Beard nominee. I ordered several of the seasonal pies as well as several dozen of a variety of cookies.Ryan--
"Can you load it all in the back of my Beemer? Oh, and did you get some hot coffee too?" |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 19:43:26 GMT -8
Marcie-
"Oh of course, a big thermos-full. I guess we'll have to pack this all in plastic if it's going to survive this weather. What a time to be going out..." She made some more idle chitchat about the weather before she got the idea and got back to work. No way this rain was going to let up. Even if it did, the world had sucked it all up like a soggy sponge. |
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 19:53:29 GMT -8
Ryan--
"Yeah, maybe some garbage bags or something. I would bet I could get an officer to help bring it all in by the loading dock. Thanks again, Marcie." I got some garbage bags from the cleaning closet and ate a protein bar on my way to my car. The pies looked amazing. I figured the coffee chess pie would probably be the officers' favorite, but the apple sage gouda and the salted maple looked pretty incredible to me. The coconut kind of ruined the sweet potato for me. Looking at the cookies, they were all too complex to quickly identify, but they all looked good.
It was only maybe a half hour to the station, but I figured if I got there just a little before noon, folks might not have yet had their lunches and would have more room. Then I could hand out and schmooze/politick with the desk sergeant or chief of detectives. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 20:25:18 GMT -8
When you arrived to the PD, no doubt they'd brought in every employee and guest in the universe, because the gravel lot was overflowing with junkers. You'd have to park out on the street. At least it was metered so there were some spots that weren't a horrible walk. Maybe you could wrangle a peon at the back entrance to help you out. You noticed a car across the street with steamed over windows. Someone who'd just gotten out? You didn't see anyone walking though.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 20:29:33 GMT -8
I pulled up to a double parking position out front and got our briefly and waved for some help unloading. Hopefully someone would see me. I glanced with mild concern towards the car.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 20:35:22 GMT -8
Nothing stirred from the car, just barely in your line of sight now. Would people really make out in front of the police station in the middle of the day? A young beat cop seemed to be going out for a smoke, then started heading your way to probably gripe about you blocking a fire lane or whatever.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 20:40:05 GMT -8
I made sure to make quick eye contact with the officer in hopes he recognizes me, and, just in case, I have the back open to the pies and pastries before he gets there. Making out or just a long night stakeout? I think I should probably mention it to the officer.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 24, 2018 20:51:06 GMT -8
He seems a little pissy about helping out, but the sight of the fancy food makes him change his tune. He wrangles another officer and they start hauling the food away like worker ants. Somewhere in the distance, a gunshot goes off. The nearest cop cocks his head, then shrugs and continues hauling the food. You make out a bit of distant conversation over the splatters of rain.
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"Are you going?"
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"No, they said there are too many already."
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"I want to go. Man, you could get famous."
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"Maybe famous for getting knifed by a psycho, dude."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 24, 2018 20:55:01 GMT -8
Ryan--
"A psycho? Man, what's going on? Escaped prisoner or something?" |
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