Jamison Hildred (majordred) wrote in murderbydeath, @ 2011-07-13 16:10:00 |
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[NARRATIVE] An Unexpected Find
WHO: Jamison Hildred
WHEN: July 5th, around 10 AM.
WHERE: Landon Albert's house.
WHAT: Jamison goes on a little treasure hunt.
RATING: PG for language.
Jamison was never one to waste time. He heard about Chief Albert's incredibly convenient demise on the way back from his morning run, and by the time he got home, Jamison already knew what he had to do. After showering, changing, Jamison made sure he had his service pistol was tucked out of sight before heading for his truck.
A quick drive past the bowling alley confirmed Jamison's suspicions. The cops were still busy at the crime scene, and never had he been more grateful that Harmony had such a small police force. But that didn't mean he had all the time in the world, he reminded himself, and drove off towards his destination.
He knew exactly where Chief Albert lived, but Jamison parked around the corner and made his way to the backyard of the house he sought on foot. Breaking in wasn't hard for a man with Jamison's background. A little finesse and a little more brute force had the backdoor open in seconds, and he slipped inside. The house was quiet, of course, and definitely a bachelor pad. And by the looks of it, being Harmony Chief of police paid well. Jamison snorted at the thought and made his way on silent feet to where he knew Landon had his office.
His search was quick, but thorough. He searched the desk first, careful to put things back exactly as he found them as he rifled through papers. Nothing. And as the second ticked by, Jamison's heart began to sink. Until he realized that one of the drawers
he opened wouldn't close properly. There was a small notebook wedged behind it, and Jamison carefully pried it out. Flipping through the pages, he realized it wasn't what he was looking for, but he'd need to have a talk with someone very soon about its contents. He tucked it into his pocket for later and continued his search.
The desk was a bust, there were no loose floor boards, and no secret safes behind the pictures on the walls. But he hadn't checked the book shelf yet and sure enough, on the second shelf from the bottom, he found it.
"Jackpot, you asshole," Jamison muttered as he pulled the slender metal lock box from behind a row of heavy law books. It was just a little smaller than a briefcase, and surprisingly light. Too light, Jamison realized as he noticed the lock had been very obviously forced open. "Shit, shit, shit..." He breathed the mantra into the empty office as he opened the lock box, hoping he was wrong.
It was empty.
Jamison nearly threw it across the room in frustrated rage. Instead, he closed it very carefully, used his shirt to wipe his prints from it, and placed it back in it's hiding spot. He then set about meticulously wiping his prints from everything else he'd touched, working his way backwards from the office to the back door.
He didn't vent his frustration until back in his truck, where he beat the hell out of his steering wheel. Even dead, Landon Albert still had the upper hand.
[OOC: If anyone wants to have seen Jamison lurking around Chief Albert's house, just let me know!]