CHAPTER 3
Disclaimer: As I keep saying, I don't own Goren and Eames
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"He was such a good boy," Mrs. Cashmore told the detectives. The mothers of the victims always said that first, whether they were or not. They could be jailed for murder and receive a death penalty, but the mothers always insisted they were good.
"Was he harassed at school?" Eames asked. Mrs. Cashmore shook her head, clutching her husband's hand. "He had a few people who he didn't really like, but nothing serious. Two girls he mentioned a few times were Ashlie Foran and Carrie Manfield. They are both seniors at his old school, very prominent students so I'm told." Eames nodded, jotting down notes while Goren looted at some photos around the room.
"Who is this girl?" he asked Mr. Cashmore. He smiled slightly at the thought of her.
"That's Angel, our daughter. She died of a cocaine overdose 3 years ago. She is the reason he wanted to become a youth councillor," he told Goren.
"I'm sorry for the loss of both of your children. We'll get this guy" Goren reassured.
"Should we check out the school?" he asked. Eames nodded.
"Thankyou for the information" she said, and they started for the school.
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The two detectives reached the high school as lunch started. The yard buzzed with students awaiting the end of the day. Eames looked around hopelessly.
"Where do we start?" she said. Goren shrugged. He walked to a student who was sitting alone. He was reading a magazine about computers while eating a sandwich. Seemed like the typical computer nut.
"Hi. What are you up to?" he asked the boy. He looked up at the dark haired man and held up the magazine. Goren kind of felt sorry for him. Most likely he was the type who never got the girls.
"Nothing, just reading" he said. Goren was surprised he wasn't uptight. He sensed he had seen many cops come to the school.
"Do you know where I can find Ashlie Foran?" he asked the boy.
"Yeah, she's usually in the gym. Just follow the music," he pointed in the direction of the gym. Goren nodded in thanks, looked back at Eames motioning her to follow him and started up the steps. She looked around at the different groups. There were the punks, the popular blonds and the footballers and sports freaks. A few of them eyed her up and down and gave her an air kiss. She hurried up to her partner and held onto his arm, looking back at them.
"Are you ok?" he asked her holding her hand. She shuddered. She was usually not effected by a lot of things, but this creeped her out.
"Some of these kids are creeps," she said. He smiled letting go of her hand and placing it on her shoulder.
"I think you're pretty safe".
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The gym blared with music when they opened the door. It was a big area with benches around the sides. It was white inside with blue and green; the school colours. The students showed lots of pride in their school with banners and posters displaying logos and pictures. At the end of the gym there was a group of girls dancing. They all looked like senior students. Goren and Eames slowly walked towards them.
"I used to hang with the popular girls," Goren said. Eames raised her eyebrow. "This should be easy, one of the cheerleaders did it. He cheated on them," he said looking at them.
"Hey!" someone yelled out. The music stopped and Goren and Eames looked at the group. A young woman walked through the group, the others parting to let her through. "We are NOT cheerleaders. We are their worst nightmare," she said. She wore baggy khaki pants with many pockets, black shoes & tank top and had dreadlocks. They weren't the big messy ones, more fine and smooth.
"Are you Ashlie Foran?" Eames asked.
"Depends who you two are" she said, the other girls behind her as is protecting her. They were her gang. They all dressed in baggy pants with tighter tops and darker makeup. They didn't look bad though, not grunge and not gothic. Somewhere in the middle. The detectives met the group in the middle of the gym. It was like two gangs before a fight.
"I am detective Goren and this is detective Eames" Goren said, flashing his badge. The young woman nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Ashlie. What do you two want with me?" she asked folding her arms. "If it is to do with my dad, I don't want anything to-"
"We would like to speak to you and Carrie Manfield about Scott Cashmore, a former student here" he explained.
"Carrie is probably in the dance studio. She is a cheerleader Ashlie said.
"I'll go see Carrie. Call me if you need me" Eames said and walked towards the exit.
"Alex" Goren yelled after her. She turned around. He hardly ever called her that unless it was something serious. "Watch out for the creep" he said, half smiling. She waved her hand and walked out the door.
Goren turned to the group of girls, all protecting their leader. Goren and Ashlie stared at each other for what seemed forever. He have her the icy look he gave criminals when they wouldn't confess. Usually it made anyone who saw it uneasy, but she just gave it right back. She looked like she had a hard exterior and wouldn't take any crap. She'd be hard to get information out of.
Finally, she took a deep breath, looked at the floor then over her shoulder at the group. To Goren's surprise they left, no questions asked. It was as if they could read her mind. Nobody spoke until they had gone. A loud noise echoed through the gym as the door banged shut and the two were left standing in the middle of the court. Ashlie turned her back and walked towards the benches.
"So what do you want?" she said, her voice echoing. Goren followed, his hands shoved in his coat pockets.
"Do you know a Scott Cashmore?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've seen him around" she said. Her voice was strong, yet feminine.
"He was murdered early this morning at about 6:05. Do you know anything about it?"
"Nope" she said, putting her jacket on and looking at Goren. She shoved past him, almost running. He caught up and stood in front of her. She gave him a dirty 'get-out-of-my-way' look.
"We spoke to his parents and they said he spoke about you and Carrie a lot" he told her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"So he should. He was my best friend - until he let me down." She threw her bag on the floor and sat down. "After his sister died he was a wreck. He didn't study, didn't care about anything. I supported him and stuck by him. He pushed me away but I figured that was normal. 3 months later my mum left my dad and went back to Australia and I had to stay with dad here. He was drunk all the time and I asked Scott if I could stay with him but he told me to shove it and I haven't talked to him since. I don't give a damn if he was mourning, he was my friend." Ashlie played with her rings and Goren knelt down. He could hear the hurt in his voice.
"What about Carrie?" He asked.
"She is his ex-girlfriend. He abandoned her with the rest of us." She looked at Goren, her eyes full of hatred, angry and cold. Goren extended his hand to help her up.
"Can I go now?" she asked, back to the hard girl she was when they first met. Goren nodded and she walked off. He ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped Eames was going ok.
Disclaimer: As I keep saying, I don't own Goren and Eames
Thanks for your reviews guys!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"He was such a good boy," Mrs. Cashmore told the detectives. The mothers of the victims always said that first, whether they were or not. They could be jailed for murder and receive a death penalty, but the mothers always insisted they were good.
"Was he harassed at school?" Eames asked. Mrs. Cashmore shook her head, clutching her husband's hand. "He had a few people who he didn't really like, but nothing serious. Two girls he mentioned a few times were Ashlie Foran and Carrie Manfield. They are both seniors at his old school, very prominent students so I'm told." Eames nodded, jotting down notes while Goren looted at some photos around the room.
"Who is this girl?" he asked Mr. Cashmore. He smiled slightly at the thought of her.
"That's Angel, our daughter. She died of a cocaine overdose 3 years ago. She is the reason he wanted to become a youth councillor," he told Goren.
"I'm sorry for the loss of both of your children. We'll get this guy" Goren reassured.
"Should we check out the school?" he asked. Eames nodded.
"Thankyou for the information" she said, and they started for the school.
~*~*~*~*~*
The two detectives reached the high school as lunch started. The yard buzzed with students awaiting the end of the day. Eames looked around hopelessly.
"Where do we start?" she said. Goren shrugged. He walked to a student who was sitting alone. He was reading a magazine about computers while eating a sandwich. Seemed like the typical computer nut.
"Hi. What are you up to?" he asked the boy. He looked up at the dark haired man and held up the magazine. Goren kind of felt sorry for him. Most likely he was the type who never got the girls.
"Nothing, just reading" he said. Goren was surprised he wasn't uptight. He sensed he had seen many cops come to the school.
"Do you know where I can find Ashlie Foran?" he asked the boy.
"Yeah, she's usually in the gym. Just follow the music," he pointed in the direction of the gym. Goren nodded in thanks, looked back at Eames motioning her to follow him and started up the steps. She looked around at the different groups. There were the punks, the popular blonds and the footballers and sports freaks. A few of them eyed her up and down and gave her an air kiss. She hurried up to her partner and held onto his arm, looking back at them.
"Are you ok?" he asked her holding her hand. She shuddered. She was usually not effected by a lot of things, but this creeped her out.
"Some of these kids are creeps," she said. He smiled letting go of her hand and placing it on her shoulder.
"I think you're pretty safe".
~*~*~*~*~*
The gym blared with music when they opened the door. It was a big area with benches around the sides. It was white inside with blue and green; the school colours. The students showed lots of pride in their school with banners and posters displaying logos and pictures. At the end of the gym there was a group of girls dancing. They all looked like senior students. Goren and Eames slowly walked towards them.
"I used to hang with the popular girls," Goren said. Eames raised her eyebrow. "This should be easy, one of the cheerleaders did it. He cheated on them," he said looking at them.
"Hey!" someone yelled out. The music stopped and Goren and Eames looked at the group. A young woman walked through the group, the others parting to let her through. "We are NOT cheerleaders. We are their worst nightmare," she said. She wore baggy khaki pants with many pockets, black shoes & tank top and had dreadlocks. They weren't the big messy ones, more fine and smooth.
"Are you Ashlie Foran?" Eames asked.
"Depends who you two are" she said, the other girls behind her as is protecting her. They were her gang. They all dressed in baggy pants with tighter tops and darker makeup. They didn't look bad though, not grunge and not gothic. Somewhere in the middle. The detectives met the group in the middle of the gym. It was like two gangs before a fight.
"I am detective Goren and this is detective Eames" Goren said, flashing his badge. The young woman nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Ashlie. What do you two want with me?" she asked folding her arms. "If it is to do with my dad, I don't want anything to-"
"We would like to speak to you and Carrie Manfield about Scott Cashmore, a former student here" he explained.
"Carrie is probably in the dance studio. She is a cheerleader Ashlie said.
"I'll go see Carrie. Call me if you need me" Eames said and walked towards the exit.
"Alex" Goren yelled after her. She turned around. He hardly ever called her that unless it was something serious. "Watch out for the creep" he said, half smiling. She waved her hand and walked out the door.
Goren turned to the group of girls, all protecting their leader. Goren and Ashlie stared at each other for what seemed forever. He have her the icy look he gave criminals when they wouldn't confess. Usually it made anyone who saw it uneasy, but she just gave it right back. She looked like she had a hard exterior and wouldn't take any crap. She'd be hard to get information out of.
Finally, she took a deep breath, looked at the floor then over her shoulder at the group. To Goren's surprise they left, no questions asked. It was as if they could read her mind. Nobody spoke until they had gone. A loud noise echoed through the gym as the door banged shut and the two were left standing in the middle of the court. Ashlie turned her back and walked towards the benches.
"So what do you want?" she said, her voice echoing. Goren followed, his hands shoved in his coat pockets.
"Do you know a Scott Cashmore?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've seen him around" she said. Her voice was strong, yet feminine.
"He was murdered early this morning at about 6:05. Do you know anything about it?"
"Nope" she said, putting her jacket on and looking at Goren. She shoved past him, almost running. He caught up and stood in front of her. She gave him a dirty 'get-out-of-my-way' look.
"We spoke to his parents and they said he spoke about you and Carrie a lot" he told her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"So he should. He was my best friend - until he let me down." She threw her bag on the floor and sat down. "After his sister died he was a wreck. He didn't study, didn't care about anything. I supported him and stuck by him. He pushed me away but I figured that was normal. 3 months later my mum left my dad and went back to Australia and I had to stay with dad here. He was drunk all the time and I asked Scott if I could stay with him but he told me to shove it and I haven't talked to him since. I don't give a damn if he was mourning, he was my friend." Ashlie played with her rings and Goren knelt down. He could hear the hurt in his voice.
"What about Carrie?" He asked.
"She is his ex-girlfriend. He abandoned her with the rest of us." She looked at Goren, her eyes full of hatred, angry and cold. Goren extended his hand to help her up.
"Can I go now?" she asked, back to the hard girl she was when they first met. Goren nodded and she walked off. He ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped Eames was going ok.
