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[Feb. 11th, 2008|06:36 pm] |
Who: David and Jonah, most likely
When: Thursday, the 14th. Evening.
Where: The Star's apartment in post, the Matheson family home in thread.
What: David discovers that Star has suddenly gone missing.
He'd planned everything. It was, perhaps, a traditional sort of evening but... that only made sense, didn't it? He was trying for traditional here, trying to make them into something...more. Hence the limo. And the roses. And the reserved table waiting for them at probably the most exclusive restaurant in the District. He'd called her earlier in the week to make certain she didn't make any other plans for the evening, to let her know he'd be picking her up at eight. It was all as perfect as he could make it.
Except...
Except she wasn't answering his knock on the door. Except he tried to call her and he could hear the ringing of her phone echo through an empty apartment. Except she wouldn't have agreed to their date and then not just left. There were enough excepts that David felt no qualms about picking the lock to her door. And for that skill, he could really only thank the deity who resided somewhere in the back of his head. It had come in handy in the past and it was doing the same now.
But the sight that greeted him when he opened her door did nothing for his peace of mind. Obvious signs of a struggle, broken shards of glass and an overturned chair. Were those drops of blood staining the carpet? Slowly, David shut the door behind him with his foot and moved further into the apartment, looking for signs of Star. The door hadn't been forced, so whoever it was, she'd let them in. Or they did the same thing you did, dumbass. he thought. Whoever it was, they'd gone through some pains to make it look like a robbery. Her mattress was overturned, the first place many thieves looked for hidden cash. Drawers were pulled out and ransacked. An evening dress was still hanging from its hanger on the back of her bedroom door. Was she getting ready when they came?
What had they done to her?
There was no trace, save those red drops in the carpet near the door. No ransom note. No messages on her phone. If it had been just a burglary, she would have called him, wouldn't she? She would have told him about it. He looked back toward the door of her apartment. It wasn't a mere burglary. Thieves rarely bothered to lock the door back. Someone hadn't wanted Star's disappearance to be noticed quickly. David's hands clenched into fists, someone should have done better at the illusion. Should have packed her up, made it look like she'd left the country.
Not that he'd have believed that either. Not without her telling him herself, anyway.
Someone was in a whole hell of a lot of trouble when David got a hold of him. And some part of David was reminding him that Raven wasn't just about thievery and flying around. No, Raven could also be a cruel, ruthless figure, someone to be ware of. Especially when his ire was up.
And his ire was most certainly up.
David stalked out of the apartment, carefully locking it behind him. On the way out, he stopped at a hotel phone to report strange men entering Star's apartment and making a lot of noise to the police. Only then did he get into the limo he'd brought there for Star. The driver gave him a quizzical look when he didn't appear with a date. David only scowled at him and gave him a new address.
The home of one Senator Jonah Edward Matheson, know to be spending a quiet Valentine's evening home with his wife. It made for a nice story to tell on the news, made him seem more trustworthy, somehow, than those politickin' fools campaigning their brains out. Made him a family man who still took time out to tell his wife he loved her. David would have laughed at that. Okay, he had laughed at that, once. But tonight he only felt a certain cold rage.
Jonah had taken many things from his son. But he would not take this if David had to beat it out of his father.
When the limo dropped him off, David told the driver his services would no longer be needed for the night and thanked him before making his way up the steps to the house. He still had a key, so he didn't bother knocking, just strode right on in like he owned the place. "Sorry to interrupt, mother," he announced as he entered his parents' dining room, "but my father and I need to have a talk. Now." |
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