Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-11-23 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leon orcot, olivia moore |
Who: Leon and Liv
What: Conducting police interviews. Liv comes up with a name.
When: A couple of weeks ago?
Where: Interrogation room
Rating/Warnings: Talk of a serial killer
Status: Complete
Other than the fact that all the victims so far had been devoutly religious and had been killed on Sundays, Leon was having trouble finding much of a connection between them. Banker, student, lawyer, a pastor. They didn’t have much in common physically. Most of them weren’t even the same denomination. Protestant, Catholic, Jewish, Muslim. Leon couldn’t figure it out.
He’d gone to all of the funerals. He went to the funerals of everyone whose murder he investigated, even if he solved the case before they were buried. Most of the other officers didn’t understand it - in fact, some of the older ones had warned him against it so vehemently that he didn’t tell anyone about it anymore, unless he needed to check in with his superior. It helped him get to know the victim, helped remind him that they, and the people grieving for them, were human. And yeah, it was also a good place to hopefully catch sight of the murderer if he hadn’t solved it yet. But as far as he could tell, there hadn’t even been a single person who’d been to more than one of the funerals of these victims. As far as he could tell, there was zero social overlap of any of the victims.
He and Liv still hadn’t been able to figure out what the murder weapon could have been. The only thing Leon knew was that the killer must have met the victims at their respective churches - they had been found outside of those churches, after all - but even that he had no concrete evidence on.
Which was why he was going to spend all day interviewing every member of the first victims church. She’d been a young, in her senior year of high school. She volunteered, got good grades, was on the student council of her high school. And, so far as he’d been able to piece together, had often spent at least three days a week at her church, helping out with anything that needed to be done, from Youth Group to mopping the damn floor.
The day was nearly done. He’d done over a dozen interviews already today, most of them short and none of them turning up any new information, and he could feel his temper fraying.
“I don’t understand why you needed to call me back again,” the teenage girl in front of him sneered. “I’ve already told you everything you need to know. Daddy says that the police force is completely incompetent and has been screwing up this investigation from day one. He’s not going to be pleased when he finds out you pulled me out of history class for this.”
She hadn’t seemed too upset about it. He would have rescheduled the interview if she had asked - it wasn’t like she was a suspect - but she’d seemed happy enough to have an excuse to miss her exam. Leon ground his teeth. Deep breaths, Leon. The Captain’ll have your head if you make another teenager cry.
“I just have a few things to go over again,” he said between his clenched teeth. “It won’t take long. If you cooperate, you might be back in time to fai - write that test you’re missing.”
Liv was tired of being on teenager’s brains. It made her an emotional mess. She went from that homecoming queen… who was way too horny for a girl that couldn’t have sex, to this overly religious teen. And her emotions were still on high. But this is what she had to do to solve a case. And honestly, she wanted to get down to the bottom of all these religious murders as much as Leon did, if not more.
“Besides,” Liv said in an overly peppy voice. One that was quite unlike her under normal circumstances. “You know you totes want to miss that test. Who want’s to write about boring history? Ick.”
“Oh my Gosh, right?” the teenager, Tiffany, said, tearing her eyes from Leon to Liv and smiling as though she’d just made a new friend.
Leon’s eyebrow twitched just a little. Sometimes, Liv was really hard to deal with. But this wasn’t their first interview together,and somehow, Liv’s super fucking weird tactics often worked better than his own standard ones. He hated to admit it, but it was true.
“Hey,” Leon said, snapping his fingers.
“And like, Mr. Thompson is so boring. You just totally know he was alive when all that boring history was happening. That’s probably why he knows so much about it.”
“Hey!” Leon said a little louder, and the girl jumped. “I’m asking the questions here. If you want to get out of here quickly, you can answer my questions, and if you want to be stuck here, you can gossip about your fu- about your history teacher. Your choice. Now, Sarah spent a lot of time at the church. She didn’t mention meeting anyone there? Someone new?”
“I don’t know,” Tiffany said without bothering to think of the question. “Now, if it was Mr. Fitz, I’d probably pay a lot more attention. Now that’s a man I could look at all day.” And then she gave Leon a sideways glance as if she was comparing said teacher to Leon instead of her History teacher.
Liv was about to interject. Mention a crush she once had on a teacher. Her biology teacher actually. But before she could Tiffany’s words triggered a vision.
As usual Liv was seeing through someone else’s eyes. Through the victim’s eyes. She was at church staring at a gorgeous man with long silvery hair and a face that was almost unearthly beautiful. She couldn’t pay attention to the sermon because of just how good looking the man was. As soon as the service ended he came up to her giving her a sly smile that showed off his perfect teeth. “I’m Rociel, and you are?” he asked extending a hand.
“Brittany.”
And just like that the vision was over. Liv blinked then turned her attention back to Tiffany. “As gorgeous as I’m sure Mr. Fitz is, you never heard her mention a Rociel?”
Leon blinked over at Liv. He never would get used to her zoning out like that, especially not when she came out of it with some revelation. Maybe she really was psychic. He quickly jotted down Rociel??? on his notepand.
“Oh, she did mention a Rociel,” Tiffany said. “She said he was really pretty. Told her that he’d save her soul before the end.” She tilted her head to the side. “He was just some crush. Why, do you like, think he had something to do with it?”
If Leon could get away with strangling his witnesses in the interview room, he’d have thrown himself across the table. Instead, he settled for grinding his teeth. “Yeah, you think? Tell me everything you know about this guy.”