A/N- After a long break, it was finally time for me to update this story. It's my baby, I have no intention of abandoning it, or any other story. Sorry for the delay, as I've had the most terrible semester ever, and didn't have the time or chance to do much writing. But I'm back! (kind of) and will update as soon as I can. Thanks for those who stay with me, still!
Chapter 9:
It's a warm afternoon in east SoHo, and in the air there's a slight touch of dump, feces, and something else Beckett doesn't want to think about.
The street's quiet, deserted even, and Castle is eager to locate what they're looking for, and get the hell out of there.
"Did I ever tell you how much I like it when you take me to the most charming places?"
She sends him a side-way glance, "You did, and I told you I go where the bodies are," as she blinks, she locates their potential location. An abandoned bus/cab station, on the side of the road, right near the junction, "There," she gestures with her head, as the approach their spot.
"So…" Castle starts casually, "What is that we're looking for?"
The kneels down, and the awful sent of trash, possibly dog poop, and mud, hits her full-force, making her dizzy, "A shirt, top, or sweater, anything that can tell us…-"
"Something like that?" castle cuts through her words, and as she turns her head, she sees him pick some kind of filthy fabric up, using a branch he found on the sidewalk, "Yeah," she mutters, "something exactly like that…"
Frowning, she puts on her rubber gloves, approaches to where he stands, a curious expression written on his face. Taking the material in both hands, she turns it around, checking for any possible evidence hidden within the clothing.
"A simple white undershirt," castle mumbles quietly, "you really think that…" but his words die on his lips when both he and Beckett notice it.
"Blood stains," Kate blinks, frowning, "some of them faded, you see, but some clearly visible…"
"Think Arthur was telling the truth?" he blinks, considering.
She clicks her tongue, "I dunno," she admits, turning to him, "I see no reason for him to lie, but we'll have to get this to Lanie," she says, "Let's go back to the precinct, there's nothing left for us to do here."
Brock's stand is both intimidating and scornful, and the look he gives Ryan and Esposito is one they don't appreciate, "So," his tone mocking, "You want this guy in for a lineup?" he cocks and eyebrow, a very snobbish, gloating one.
Esposito doesn't like this guy, doesn't like him at all, "Yes," he practically growls at Brock, "We found Robinson's description quite helpful, he said himself he'll recognize the dudes once he sees them, I see no reason why ignore the words of someone who's eager to help us. Unless you can think of a different way of getting to the bottom of this."
Behinds him, Ryan stands determined.
Eyes traveling between both detectives, he chuckles, "I don't think your captain kept you posted, detectives," he says, his smile touched with an almost sadism, "We got the guy, the one who killed that kid?"
"Is that so?" Esposito stands his ground.
"Yes," Brock approaches him, and Ryan follows as both man stand close to each other, like animals in heat fighting for a female; if those were deers, he'd want to stand far when their antlers start clashing, "We located him at the crime scene at the time of murder, found his DNA on her cloths, her blood on his knife, he was caught lying, and cannot explain his whereabouts. We nailed our guy, long before the 12th did." His eyes narrow, his breath tickling Espo's nose, "All you guys are doing right now if fishing around, in desperate attempt to cover your mess-up." He tilts his head, "And it's not gonna work."
Esposito's lips twitch, as he feels his blood boils, but Ryan's voice pulls him back, "Say all you want, Brock, but the Captain is to have the last word," his next comment is to Esposito, "C'mon, man, Captain's waiting for an update, they ain't worth it."
Esposito is determined to have the last word, "How did you get your man, Brock?" he whispers, both mans' noses almost touching, "By lying? Because that is what you do… We do our job, you do yours, but don't think you had the last word here… things are going to change here, and pretty soon."
The smile reappears on the other detective's face, "Sure thing, Mr. Esposito…Sure thing…"
And with that, they back away.
The small lantern on the other side of the table sheds enough light, as Lanie stands in front of Castle and Beckett, "Got the results for you," she says, and starts pacing around the lab for a minute "And you're not going to believe this."
Both Castle and Beckett are eager to hear what Lanie has to say, "What'd you find, Lanie?"
The ME's eyes travel between writer and detective, "On this piece of clothing there are at least 3 traces of DNA, all 3 from different people. One sample is surely the dominant one, it belongs to a male."
"A male?" Beckett asks, as it's not enough specific, "Not in our system, I suppose?"
Lanie shakes her head 'No', "another sample belongs to a female, not in our system either," and when Beckett releases a frustrated sigh, Lanie says helpfully," But what really matters is, that we find the reason for all of this to begin with…" she takes a breath, "A fourth sample, the blood stains?" Beckett blinks at her, "They belong to out vic, Tamara Richmond."
Taking a deep breath, Beckett and Castle exchange a meaningful look, and the author mutters, "Bam, said the lady?"
Lanie purses her lips, "It seems your driver did come of a help. Whoever he saw in that cab? One of those three boys? He just may be your killer."
A/N- More to come, soon!
