| |
[May. 20th, 2008|12:57 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | bea winters, bob chase, carole winters, ceara whitfield, kd townsend, nick o'brien, ongoing thread, patrick garrett, peter torkarov, plot: bea's disappearance, plot: bea's kidnapping, shiloh winters | ] |
Where: An undisclosed location
When: Tuesday
Who: Bea, KD, Peter, Bob, and others.
He sighed once as he dialed the number. Everything was prepared and this was the last step before he could wash his hands of this entire business. This was not exactly what he had signed up for, but at least he could ensure that it had a somewhat happy ending. He dialed the number for a special agent Kieran Dagny Townsend. He had a voice modulator to disguise his voice.
"Special Agent Townsend? I have a message for you." |
|
|
| |
[Apr. 21st, 2008|07:51 pm] |
Who: Peter, Bob and K.D.
Where: K.D.'s office
Bob read the scrap of paper in his hand again as he checked the address. He looked at Peter before knocking firmly on the door. "We're here to see Agent Townsend." There were two names on the door. He thought over how he looked and wondered if he should have worn the collar instead of the dark polo shirt and jeans that were starting show the number of times they'd been through the wash. But he was here because of Macha, not Bea as one of his flock. It had felt... inappropriate. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 25th, 2008|03:57 am] |
Who: Dante & Kieran
Where: Grocery store
When: Saturday evening
Much like a dog, Dante wasn't allowed to sleep on the bed. Even though he was basically keeping Ant off the street, that territory was most definitely not his. It wasn't really that the couch was uncomfortable, it wasn't. In fact, it was probably more comfortable than the bed. However, Dan believed in principles...at least he did when it came to annoying someone else.
As the saviour of Ant's living space, he should've had first choice. He hadn't.
Time for a little retribution.
Well, not quite retribution. Dan's idea was a little petty, but that wasn't the point. If Dante couldn't have the bed, nobody could. He just needed to make that clear to Ant.
Dante rubbed his nose and stared at the wall of products in front of him. He just needed a generous sized packet of icing sugar, and then he could be on his way... |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|03:00 pm] |
Who: KD. Townsend
When: Monday after 4 p.m.
Where: Nook & Cranny
Kieran Townsend had been at his desk finishing up the remaining paper work on a case that would have been pretty much shut and closed in his opinion if only the body wouldn't have been stashed away elsewhere from the crime scene. It was one of those grotesque cases that involved a workaholic CEO who had strangled his stay at home wife with a wire clothes hanger when he'd flown off the handle the morning before an important meeting about a stain on the collar of his favorite two thousand dollar shirt. A stain that his three year old son had made with a marker. Tide with bleach had not taken it out, but couldn't the CEO had worn another shirt that morning and tried Mr. Clean's Magic eraser on it later before going Patrick Bateman on his poor wife? People freaked out too easily about irrelevant things, and what kind a shallow idiot killed someone they cared about over a shirt? In K.D's line of work the cases that usually ended up on his desk were motivated by either evil and sick fuckery or money and gain. Anymore it was hard to tell what would end up on his desk. People were crazy.
And it didn't help that some people in the bureau were giving him looks like he was the crazy one since they had heard, or more precisely snooped over his shoulder when he'd searched Amazon for a "Seance For Dummies" book. Could he help it if he was determined to talk to some people? People that were hard to get in contact with? He'd not had much luck finding anyone competent enough to hold a seance and Amazon didn't have any Seance For Dummies books...
After work K.D decided to stop by a book store he'd saw a flyer advertising at the scene where they'd found Mrs. Bateman wrapped in plastic garbage bags and duct tape with traces of the two thousand dollar shirt's fabric lodged deep under her fingernails... |
|
|
devious