WHO: Jasper Sampson Spencer WHEN: Monday, May 1st WHERE: WPD SUMMARY: Jasper has a secret. STATUS: Complete.
Nothing Made Sense.
Nothing had made sense since September but every time Jasper got overwhelmed by just how ridiculous it was they couldn’t find any leads, that was the mantra that went over and over again in his head. The only thing that made sense was if they had eyes everywhere.
But that only made him paranoid about all the people going about their business in the station. Wondering if any of his colleagues could have disturbed evidence that would have given them a breakthrough.
He was broken from his thoughts when one of the clerks walked up to him, a scroll in their hand. “Figured you’d want to give this to your brother,” they passed the scroll to him.
There was a twist in his gut when he looked at the inscription of Joringel.
“Thanks,” he said, rather than share all his worries about this scroll.
It’d been bad enough to learn that he was Joringel’s Dad in a past life - he could only imagine the shit he was going to hear about that for eternity. But it’d been easy to look up Samuel and Robert Connor in the archives. There was only a write up of Samuel’s painted signs and his obituary but Robert had much more content, the type that made Jasper wary.
Robert had committed murder. And there were pages and pages of court transcripts and news articles on it. Jasper became more and more anxious about the idea of Eddie experiencing all of this.
And now he had the scroll.
He was aware of every crinkle of the scroll in his bag when he flew home (as if the anonymous note, likely from Aspen, hadn’t been enough of a weight in his pocket all day). Ryan wasn’t there, as evidenced by the lack of any lights being on. It meant that he couldn’t talk over his idea about the scroll with his boyfriend who could have convinced him out of his idea. But, he supposed, there was the possibility that Ryan might have agreed with him too.
Jasper went directly to his safe, like he did most nights. He took his gun out of it’s holster, unloading it, making sure the chamber was empty - even though he knew he hadn’t used it today - then set the gun and magazine in it’s place. Finally, he tucked the scroll towards the back, where other important paperwork was stored.
He closed the safe and spun the dial again, locking it.