Graham Montague (grrham) wrote in gbaic, @ 2017-01-11 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !majorplot, !scene, 2010 / 01, c: fawley sullivan, c: flint marcus, c: montague graham, p: amber, p: jenn |
Jan 11, 2010
The day had been a painfully long one. The missing person’s case of 7 year old, Leo Jones-Hopkins had been one that had struck very close to home for Graham Montague. Having a six year old of his own made the horrors of kidnapping all the more real. He’d probably texted his ex-wife Sigourney at least ten times more than usual to ask how Oscar was doing that day. Just to check on his helpless child when he couldn’t be there to protect him. The day had been spent interviewing witnesses, calming crowds, and managing media questions as they came. The job of a hitwizard in these sorts of situations was more in terms of support staff. Making sure the auror teams that swooped in to do the major pushing had what they needed to get the job done. Though… to be honest… Graham sometimes wondered if aurors did it for the glory of having their names in the paper and not for actually catching the bad guys. Given the fact that they’d technically caught the bad guy the auror department’s pussy footing around rubbed the hitwizard the wrong way. A witness had provided a memory sketch up of seeing the kid with Marcus Flint. Course, after his being detained, Flint had proven quite skilled in occlumency. Or so was the rumour in the precinct. After a number of hours of interrogation, aurors and obliviator teams failed to get any hint that he’d taken the kid. Flint stood steadfast that he had no idea what they were on about. Despite a witness having been able to pull him out of a line up, it seemed the auror team was beginning to look elsewhere. Slowly implying that maybe… just maybe… the witness was wrong. Sure, this wouldn’t be the first time a memory recall played tricks on a case. But something in the hitwizard’s gut just couldn’t let that be true on this one. Maybe it was the fact that if it was his own son, he’d want people questioning the perp non-stop. For every hour that passed the possibility of finding the missing kid was less and less. The hitwizard stood in front of the holding cell with a particular glare. It was just him and Marcus Flint now. Majority of the 9 - to - 5 crew had gone home. The aurors on the case had taken dinner break. Graham had chosen to stay on and help as much as he could… “Did you do it?” the hitwizard asked. Marcus, laying on the cot behind the bars, simply stared at the ceiling for a long quiet beat. It was so quiet, in fact, Graham was certain he heard the other man gulp down saliva before he finally answered, “No.” “Did you do it?” “No.” “Witness says you did it.” “Well, your witness is fucking wrong.” “Your alibi’s pretty flimsy too.” “Montague,” Marcus finally raised his voice a few decibels, “Shut. Up.” Graham paused in his unsanctioned interrogation. “They said you’re not taking on a lawyer.” “Because I didn’t do anything wrong.” “You think because you have auror friends you’ll get out of this?” Marcus stayed silent. He closed his eyes and the response only irritated Montague more. “Hey!” the hitwizard called out stepping closer to the enchanted bars, “Open your eyes when I’m talking to you, you fucking pervert!” Graham took hold of the bars and shook them to get the suspected kidnapper’s attention. Marcus lifted his head and asked, “What the fuck do you want, Montague!? I didn’t fucking take the kid. Now back the fuck off already!” “Just tell us where he is! You’ve been caught you’re never going to get away wi--” “I DIDN’T FUCKING TAKE THE KID, ALRIGHT!?” As Marcus’ voice echoed through the holding area the metal door opened and Sullivan Fawley entered. “Everything alright in here?” the man asked as he joined Montague at Flint’s cell. Graham glared at the auror with a particular distrust. “Everything’s fine.” Sullivan motioned his head toward the exit, “Give a second, would ya?” Graham turned his attention back to Marcus who stared him down with just as much animosity as he returned. A clench of his teeth and and a deep breath was taken in. “Montague- get the fuck outta here.” Sullivan interrupted the stare off, “Now?” Graham Montague’s piercing gaze looked the auror up and down before he slowly moved to the door. Taking his time in hopes to overhear some semblance of a conversation he was certain would be taking place. He’d never would have thought it before today, but he was certain Sullivan Fawley and Terence Higgs were going to go out of their way to get their long time friend out of trouble. Probably going to help relocate the kid so Marcus Fucking Flint could get off scotch free. He decided in that moment… he’d keep an eye on the two aurors. Make sure that didn’t happen. |