The World Needs More Grimm
Chapter 18
Where it Started
It's 4:34 am-very early in the morning of Wednesday March 4th 2020.
Trubel is already awake, laying in her bed at HW Portland. She is staring at the ceiling, totally zoning out.
She's obviously re-thinking everything about Josh, the stick and what it did to her back in 2016 after she first touched it, and Meisner. She appears exactly as she is—a woman with a lot on her mind.
Her cell phone rings. She immediately knows it's Josh calling her from HW NYC:
Trubel answers her phone. "Good morning Josh." She says, calmly.
Josh is caught off-guard with her calm voice. "Oh! Sorry, did I wake you?" He asks.
"No, I was already awake." She slightly smiles. "I'm still on East Coast time." She explains.
Josh is put at ease with her response. "Alright then, good morning. Listen, we found the identity of the Grimm that killed Oscar Torres parents. Her name is Marcella Delos Reyes. She's deceased, passed away from cancer in 2016." He informs her.
"Ok, so we don't need to warn her. Good." Trubel responds.
Josh continues with new info. "We discovered Torres father was part of a under-cover section of the Chilean military. We found nothing else to explain why the Grimm killed both Oscar Torres parents, but we believe it has to do with his dad being in the military." He explains.
"I see. Any luck finding Oscar Torres?" Trubel asks.
"Unfortunately No." Josh responds.
Trubel ponders a moment. "Josh—I'm wondering if you should take a crack at interrogating Ben Peters this time. Maybe he might have another idea where Torres is." She explains.
"Sure. I could." Josh lets out a nervous laugh. "I don't have a problem with that. Hopefully, he won't piss me off and get hurt." He adds.
"Yep. Let me know how that goes." Trubel tells him.
Josh now sighs. "Nothing but dead-ends on this biz Torres was selling the medical stuff to. Any luck on your end?" He asks.
"Not yet. This morning I'm going to the bunker and digging through all the evidence." She explains.
"Alright." Josh pauses a moment. "Hey, the report came back on the plane crash." He informs her.
"Finally. And, what's the cause?" Trubel asks.
"It's a bunch of technical jargon, but basically the plane suffered a mechanical failure that affected the engine. No evidence of foul-play." Josh explains, reading info from his computer screen.
"It sounds like what I thought." Trubel says, reflecting out loud.
"Yep. What time are you going to the evidence bunker?" Josh asks.
"Well, nobody is there until 7am, so I have to wait a few more hours." Trubel explains.
Josh smiles slightly. "Maybe you should grab some breakfast and coffee first." He tells her, jokingly.
"Yeah, I think I will." Trubel responds, trying to sound casual.
"I wish I could join you." Josh tells her. "Trubel-you've been gone only 2 days, but it feels like forever to me." He says as he sighs deeply.
"Josh don't start." Trubel warns him.
"Start what?" Josh plays dumb.
"THAT." She says, firmly.
"I'm sorry Trubel. I just miss you." Josh apologizes, afraid to make her angry again.
Trubel accepts his apology. "I know you do Josh." She sighs also.
"Well, I won't keep you. I'll let you know later how it goes with Mr. Peters." Josh tells her.
"Thanks. Good luck." Trubel responds.
"You too. Bye." Josh says.
They both hang up at the same time.
Trubel is now in the breakroom, eating breakfast and drinking coffee, appearing very lost in her thoughts.
Her alarm beeps. It's 6:45am. She quickly puts her tray away, leaves the breakroom and enters the parking garage. She gets on her motorcycle and heads out.
Trubel checks into the evidence bunker. She is given a I.D. card, a container-style tray, a pen, a notepad and instructed where to go for all the evidence.
She spends several hours combing methodically through the evidence. Anything that catches her eye, she puts aside in her tray. Anything that appears too big for her tray, she takes several pictures from all different angles with her cell phone, and returns it to the shelf where she got it from.
After another hour, she is done looking through all the large pieces of evidence.
She takes her tray and enters a room with chairs and long stainless steel tables.
She takes more time going through all the smaller items. In addition to taking pictures with her cell phone, she makes notes on her pad if anything catches her attention.
She comes across the I.D. Badge from The Department of Public Works that she saw on her computer at HW NYC. Seeing it up close, turning it over she can tell it's very old. She sets it aside. She continues on, methodically, carefully examining each item and making notes in the process.
After more than half the day, she is done. She stands up, gives her tray to a staff security person and walks out the door.
Trubel eats a late lunch at a nearby diner.
At approximately 4:30pm, Trubel approaches the vacant lot where the building that Oscar Torres faked his own death once stood. She has a key and enters the gated-off area.
She takes her time methodically going through the entire property. She takes pictures of various angles, and video of a total 360 of the property.
The sun starts to set when she's done. She gets on her motorcycle and drives away.
It's about 7pm when Trubel is back at HW Portland, uploading all her pictures and video she took at the vacant lot. She enlarges everything on her screen, and starts analyzing every detail on each item, one at a time.
After 45 minutes, her computer rings like a phone call. She accepts.
It's Josh on video conference.
"Hey Trubel." Josh says.
Trubel nods. "You're still up." She attempts conversation.
"Oh yeah, fun day today." Josh jokes.
Trubel looks at him on her computer screen. "Me too. You first." She says.
Josh hesitates a moment. "I guess I was a little too rough on Ben Peters. He lost some blood, but he'll live." He informs her.
Trubel nods. "I see. Did he give up more info before he passed out?" She asks.
"Yes, not sure if anything is useful. Places Oscar Torres might be hiding as well as possible names of associates of the 6 people from Oscar Torres shell company. We're running everything through now." Josh explains.
"Alright. I spent all day going through the evidence and also at the vacant lot today. I was just reviewing my enlarged pictures." Trubel informs him.
"Anything promising?" Josh asks.
"Not yet, but I just started looking. I'll keep you posted." She tells him.
"Sounds good. I'm off to sleep awhile, but call me on my cell for anything." Josh nods as he looks at his computer screen.
"I will. Night Josh." Trubel says.
"Night Trubel." Josh responds, smiling slightly.
The video conference ends.
END OF CHAPTER 18
