thread; cormac & jareth Who: Cormac & Jareth What: Cormac tries to find out who killed Em's father. Where: EKP offices. When: Virgo 17 (Sep 8) ; early evening. [backdate] Rating: R. Warnings; discussions of murder & child abuse Status: Complete
It had been a really long day, and he’d had to deal with a lot of emotions, one actually being shock. Sure, he’d been shocked when he found out Audrey was noble and had also been sleeping with Darius, and other some such things, but they weren’t like this. He’d been in the house with this man, and pretended to be polite to this man, when he really should’ve been shoving his fork as deep into his neck as it would go. He didn’t know.
There had been no way of knowing and that unnerved him more than he believed it should have. It was part of the motivation of why he’d made his way into the EKP office and asked for Monaco outright. He’d autopsied the initial body, the one with the boy. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe he could use that would get him any leverage for information, but he had to at least try.
While he’d rather just wash his hands of the whole thing, Emily wanted to protect this person. It baffled him.
Lilith had popped in to tell him that Hier was there to speak to him, and Jareth told her to let him back. It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out that the mage probably wanted to talk to him about Miliona - he’d helped earlier in the case, and for all Jareth knew, the fucker’s body had been sent to Hier’s clinic for autopsy. Not that that had given them a better idea of who to thank.
Arrest.
Whatever.
So, when Hier appeared, Jareth motioned to the chair. “Afternoon.”
Cormac was civil to Lilith as he was let back. He was always civil to what one would call ‘the gatekeeper’. So when she said he could go back, he gave her a nod, but not a smile, and said his thanks. The trip down to Monaco’s office wasn’t a long one. It wasn’t hard to follow the woman’s instructions. Once he entered, he took note of the environment. Its current state of order, lighting, any particular personal effects that were visible. One could tell a lot about a person by stepping into their space.
This was Jareth’s space, so he waited to be invited to sit. Before he took the chair, he closed the door. “Good afternoon, officer,” he said as he sat before the desk. “Usually there are pleasantries exchanged at this point, but we both know why I’m here.” He might have been overestimating the man in front of him, but he did remind himself that it was Siana’s partner. He needed to take that descriptor off him. He was his own man. He was competent. “Have you caught the killer?” There was a slight pause as if he were trying to figure out whether it was appropriate to say the next line or not. Usually he wouldn’t care, but this was a strange position he’d been set in.
A moment later, he just shrugged. “I want to shake his hand.”
“You and about half the people in this city,” Jareth deadpanned, leaning back in his chair. “Unfortunately, there’s been no good leads.” And the one or two that had come his way? Well, Jareth had other things to do than to track down the person who offed that disgusting scumbag. “Probably going to end up cold.”
Cormac didn’t know if he should feel relief or annoyance at the fact that they’d never know. The guy couldn’t be tried if he wasn’t caught. “Not for lack of effort,” he said dryly. It would be a shame if the person was ever caught and then subsequently executed for doing the city a service. He was sure many agreed, but also understood that the law was the law and murder was murder, no matter who the victim was.
“Who did the autopsy?”
The question caught him by surprise. “I thought they’d sent the ass-victim to you.” He still had the casefile - it would be in his file until it went cold or he found whoever killed the scumbag. The folder was removed from his drawer, neatly filed in by Pyr, and he opened it, looking for the name of whoever had done the autopsy on the results.
Jareth frowned - it was a name he didn’t recognize. He flipped it over and pointed it out to Hier. “This was the guy.”
Cormac noted the surprise and then realized that maybe the man didn't know. He didn't speak as he picked up the folder and proceeded to look over the pictures and notations. He only wished that he had done this autopsy. "Messy job," he said with furrowed brows. He was speaking more about the stab wounds. There didn't appear to be a real pattern to them, not professionally done. Then there was the notation about anger.
"You know his daughter," he handed the file back. "Is my fiance," he said with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "They probably thought I'd be emotionally compromised." He was surprised he hadn't been called in as a suspect, considering the man opposed the marriage (at first). The time of death of the body had stirred him.
Whoever had killed this man had been short, according to the angles of the slashes and stabs. Maybe one of the older children?
“Might’ve heard that,” Jareth shrugged. He didn’t keep up with who was fucking who - none of his business. Why people seemed to care who the hell he was supposedly seeing was beyond him; what did anyone get out of knowing that shit? “Didn’t connect the conflict of interest.” He watched as Hier flipped through the report, noting the expression change, and took the file back when it was offered to him. “You see anything that the report might not have?”
Jareth had been over the file a few times, but all he got out of it was that whoever offed the asshole had probably done it because they’d known what he was doing. Or maybe it’d been one of the kids; it sure as hell lacked the finesse of someone who had done this before, which was how he’d know it wasn’t Wilde.
“Nothing that I could add without having examined the body myself.” There was nothing he would have considered out of the ordinary in regards to the contents of the corpse. Anything found on the fabric gelled with the environment he’d been found in. This was all information he could easily give back to Emily. He’d prefer to keep Ridley out of it, and he doubted Darius would try to delve too deep into the events. He just hoped whoever did this to the man had good intentions or vengeful ones.
“I should probably go. I’ve wasted enough of your time,” he said standing abruptly. There was no use staying around when he had nothing to offer in return.
The berserker shrugged. “Not a waste, but yeah, I’ve still got some shit to do.” And even though he didn’t really mind the interruption - it gave him a bit of distraction from the mind numbing bullshit that his other cases were - he still had to at least give a little bit of shit. “I’d give my condolences on your fiancee’s father, but he was a piece of shit.”
Cormac was halfway to the door when he heard Jareth’s comment. He simply shrugged and said, “I didn’t either,” before leaving the office. He had a lot of information to hand over to his fiance, but none of it would help her to protect whoever did this. There was no farewell, just the sound of the door closing behind him.