Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-12-08 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, iris west, leon orcot |
Who: Leon and Iris
What: Iris comes across a crime scene
When: A Sunday mid-November
Where: Somewhere outside a church
Ratings/Warnings: There's a dead person and talk of a serial killer
Status: Complete
Leon was getting really fucking sick of these murders ruining his Sundays. Sure, it wasn’t every Sunday that he got called to the scene of a crime, but there’d been far too many these past couple of months. He wondered if this was just part of the religious motif or if it was because of work restrictions or something similar.
“Alright,” he said. “Silverman and Lindsey, I want you guys looking through nearby trash bins for any weapons or anything else suspicious. Don’t give me that look, someone’s got to do it.” And Leon was happy that it wasn’t him. “I know that hasn’t turned up anything lately, but this guy is bound to get sloppy sooner or later. Hoffman and Grant, you guys canvas the neighbourhood and see if anyone saw or heard anything.” He wasn’t hopeful on that count either, so far his best witness was Liv and her damn visions.
“Lee, I want you to-” he cut himself off as he caught sight of a somewhat familiar face standing near the police barricade.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Leon swore, and left the somewhat bewildered Lee. “Hey. You. Iris,” or something like that, at least. “I don’t give a shit if your old man’s on the force or not; I don’t need any of you reporters hanging out around here.”
Iris hadn’t even been trying to come across the crime scene. She’d been in the area on a completely different story. However, when her interview had ended and she had realized there was something going on? Well, of course she would go investigate. The news never slept and it wasn’t the first Sunday where there was a murder. Yes, people could be murdered any day of the week. But when there seemed to be an uptick on a specific day? Well it caught Iris’ attention and so she wanted answers.
Heading to the crime scene, she stayed right at the police barricade. She may be relentless in pursuit of the truth, but she also respected the proper procedures and need to maintain a scene and not contaminate evidence.
And oh look. Detective Orcot. Who like most police officers seemed to think she showed up only because of her dad. Which was why she rolled her eyes at the reference to him. She got these stories because she was damn good at her job, not because of who she knew. It helped that she had done expose stories on corrupt organizations in the area and the like. Still, there would always be someone who got annoyed and brushed it off as her father.
“I won’t get in your way. See, behind the barricade.”
Honestly, there were reporters who probably would try to get past the barricade for that big story. But no, she respected those rules. But being at the barricade and finding the truth so that victims could get justice and be remembered? Well. Cranky police officers wouldn’t deter her.
Leon let out an exasperated sigh. She was behind barricade, so really, there wasn’t much he could do about it. Still, he hated the idea of reporters hanging around. One of a cop’s biggest headaches was making sure things they didn’t want to reach the media didn’t reach the media. The fact that they had exactly nothing on this guy despite the trail of bodies he’d been leaving would not look very good on the news.
“Fine, just… stay back there,” he muttered. He crossed the line himself so he could light a cigarette. At least if he was there, none of his uniforms would be able to spill anything that Leon didn’t want getting spilled. “So what brings you here. Hope you didn’t come all this way just for a body.”
Iris was familiar with the routine, and she didn’t really mind it. It came with the territory, really. Sure, it could be annoying when you wanted that quote and answers because that was what she did. But she could handle it. As for why she was there?
“I was doing an interview for a different story. Saw the commotion and came to see what it was. Especially since it seems that there’s been a rise in murders done on Sundays.” What? She was observant. And while she knew that the deadliest day of the week in California did tend to be Sunday, there was something about these deaths… Especially as most deaths were gun related which these ones weren’t.
Leon’s jaw clenched. Yeah, murders on Sundays. There was going to be a press conference soon anyway. Frankly, he was surprised they’d managed to avoid as much media involvement as they already had. “This is off the record,” he said, raising his eyebrows at Iris. At least she wasn’t as slimy as most reporters.
As much as she did want more information and to be able to tell a story, she needed more information. Not just numbers exceeding statistics without much more to go off of. Still, Iris noticed the clenched jaw, clearly this was getting to him. Not too surprising, Iris had plenty of memories of cases that got to her dad. So off the record she could do. It wasn’t like there was anyone else actually paying attention to the story. “Off the record then. Any chance that this and the other Sunday murders in Irvine are linked to similar Sunday murders in Santa Ana, Newport Beach and Lake Forest?”
Part of it was knowing that getting sources meant creating a relationship with those who could be a source and making them want to reach out to you. But more than that? Iris just wanted the truth and for those victims to get justice as well. And like the Irvine killings, they were on Sundays in a way that didn’t match with typical statistics and were going unsolved.
“Can’t comment on that,” Leon said, honestly enough. For one, he hadn’t looked at all into the murders of other nearby towns. Sure, he read the paper, but he’d been so consumed in the ones in Irvine that he hadn’t had time to do much else other than read what was written. Now he was kicking himself for not thinking of it himself.
“But all the Irvine ones are related to each other. Same MO. Same weird fucking murder weapon. There’s some sicko running around spending his weekends killing religious people.”
Iris wasn’t too shocked that Leon couldn’t or wouldn’t comment on her question. But it was just something that had been bothering her given the similarities. And who knew, those locations could have had mistakes that happened that he’d be able to notice thanks to his familiarity with the Irvine murders. So she nodded some. She wasn’t all that religious so it wasn’t like she was at risk, but Iris still worried.
So for now, Iris was more cop’s daughter then she was reporter. She would go to the press conference when it happened in her official capacity, ask her questions there. But right now?
“Well whoever is doing this can’t get away with it forever. You’ll figure it out.” She had faith in that.
Leon frowned, looking at the crime scene. He didn’t think in terms of whether a case could make or break his career. What his position in the police force was didn’t matter nearly as much as solving crimes and putting criminals behind bars. But unsolved crimes weighed on him, and if something this big got away from him…
“He’s not leaving us much to go on. He’s real fucking slippery. But he’s bound to slip up sooner or later, and when he does I’ll be there with a pair of cuffs with his name on them.” California really didn’t need another Zodiac Killer.
No, there really was no need for another Zodiac Killer. There were enough strange happenings in Orange County already. This was just more stress for them. Still, it wasn’t like there was all that much to go off of. But she had meant it when she told Leon she had faith he’d figure it out.
“Well. I’ll see you at the actual press conference. Good luck.” Smiling some, Iris reshouldered her bag before turning to leave. She wouldn’t use anything that was said there at the press conference when asking questions. But it did unnerve her. Something had to give.