Hide And Seek
Chapter 3: Collins
A/N: Low level coarse language. That's about it really.
Autumngold: Hold yer horses! I'm getting to it! Hehehe
Disclaimer: You know it all
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"Jaylene was a good wife. I don't even know why we got divorced," Phillip said.
"Well so far you are our number one suspect. Do you remember the pre-nup?" Goren said.
"Here is a copy, just in case you have forgotten." Eames added and handed it to him. He looked at it blankly. Goren produced a small wooden, engraved box and set it in front of Phillip.
"Do you recognise this?" Goren asked. He nodded.
"That was my mother's. She left it to Jaylene in her will. We always fought over who got it. It has been passed down for 7 generations, so I said it was a family heirloom. But she argued that it was hers in the will. Mind you, she died before we got divorced," he said angrily. He opened it and looked at everything inside. A few rings that had tarnished with age, a gold and emerald pendant and a pair of matching earrings. All looked about 18th century.
"Pretty aren't they?" Eames commented. Phillip picked up one of the rings. It was a dull gold colour with diamonds and sapphire.
"Passed down to the daughters of the family. I never had a sister, so they were suppose to go to me to give to my daughter. They belonged to Mary Rose Dawson. A gift to her from her husband. All the women wore them on their wedding day as something old part. Many stories about where they have been. Jaylene wore them on our wedding. And when we were in court getting divorced. That made me so angry."
"Which is why we think you killed her," Eames cut back to the point. "We found traces of Ethanol in her lungs, and the man who was with her. Doesn't your family own a company that makes air freshener?" she asked. Phillip looked down.
"I didn't kill her. I wouldn't. Can I please go? I just want to get out of here," his eyes welled up.
"Well we don't have any solid evidence that you are guilty, so go ahead," Goren said and showed him out. Eames joined him back at their desk.
"What do you think?" She asked. Goren sighed.
"Well the motive is there, that's a start."
~*~*~*~*~* New York City Library
Phillip paced up and down the aisles impatiently. He had agreed to meet Collins next to the mystery fiction section. He saw the librarian looking at him oddly, so he picked a book and buried his face in it to avoid suspicion. He didn't hear Collins' quick-paced silent footsteps and jumped when he tapped Phillip on the shoulder.
"Shit Collins, don't do that. You know I hate it!" he said, his heart racing.
"I am very sneaky sir. What did you want?" he asked. Phillip shoved the book back onto the shelf and led him to a table in the corner.
"I had two detectives come asking about Jaylene. Why?" he said angrily. Collins shrugged.
"Don't you lie to me. They found traces of Ethanol in her lungs. That connects the murder back to me. What did you forget to do?" Collins looked at his fidgeting fingers. When it came to angry clients he was very nervous.
"I did everything you told me to. I silently slipped in through the vent.very sneaky.and I made sure there was no blood or sounds.again very sneaky. The only thing that backfired was a man came to the door and I had to kill him too." Collins waited for the man's reaction. He was surprisingly calm, although he felt like strangling his scrawny neck.
"Do you know who the man is.was?" Phillip asked. Collins nodded furiously.
"He said he was called Ned."
"You spoke to him?" Phillip raised his voice. The librarian shushed him and he looked back at Collins.
"No. He was standing outside and I decided to let him in because if I didn't the neighbours would think something suspicious," he explained. Phillip nodded.
"We'll continue our little chat later. In the mean time this is the next one," he said rising from his seat and handing Collins a little envelope. Phillip walked away leaving Collins to inspect the letter. He opened the envelope, only to find another sealed envelope. Not in the library you dumb ass. I knew you couldn't wait was written on it in thick black. He laughed and when he saw the librarian he immediately shut up and put his head down to avoid eye contact. How did he know Collins thought. He got up and left the library, shoving the envelope into the pocket of his grey hooded jumper.
~*~*~*~*~* 6pm Same Day Apartment 13F
Phoebe Hudson opened the door to her apartment to find a bunch of letters on the floor. That nice old lady next door always got her mail for her. Sometimes they got mixed up, so they were forever receiving letters that weren't theirs. Phoebe threw her keys onto the table next to the door and flipped though the pile. She heard her dog, Jasper running towards her. She smiled and bent town to receive the little Jack Russel.
"Hello puppy! Oh, you gorgeous. Are you hungry? You been a good boy? Lets get something to eat," she said to the dog picking it up and walking to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and they both peered in. The dog licked Phoebe's face. "You wanna go out and get something? I feel like Italian tonight," Phoebe said standing up and closing the door. She got changed and put the dog on its leash. She picked up a letter that had in red URGENT so she could read it on the way. Her mother had been very sick and it could have been something about that.
The night was warm and the moon was big, a perfect spring night. She walked happily along with her dog to find somewhere to eat. She felt the letter in her pocket. She couldn't wait to open it, so she sat down on a bench and opened it. Nothing but a small piece of paper that said 'this is my time to get even with you. Your game was well played, but I topped your score.' She turned it over in her hands and frowned. What the? She thought. Maybe it was because her team won the basketball game the other day. She shoved it back into her pocket and started walking again. She didn't get far when she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck. She felt dizzy and she was about to fall over when a man helped her walk across the street to a small park with tables and chairs.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She couldn't answer, just nod because she felt so awful. Her head fell onto the table and she didn't wake up. The man patted her head and smiled. He let the dog go and carried her into the park, where he had a small cement mixer. He covered her and made it look like a statue.
"What do you think you are doing?" a deep, husky voice came from behind. The man twirled around to find a big police officer.
"I am building a statue for the festival. I have a permission letter from the council," he shakily said, producing a letter. He fidgeted while the policeman read the notice. He tried not to make it look obvious that he was nervous. The policeman looked at it, nodded and handed it back.
"That's some fine work their son. You have real talent. So life like," he said, tipped his hat and went on his way. The man sighed, finished his work and left. A fine addition to the park.
A/N: Low level coarse language. That's about it really.
Autumngold: Hold yer horses! I'm getting to it! Hehehe
Disclaimer: You know it all
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"Jaylene was a good wife. I don't even know why we got divorced," Phillip said.
"Well so far you are our number one suspect. Do you remember the pre-nup?" Goren said.
"Here is a copy, just in case you have forgotten." Eames added and handed it to him. He looked at it blankly. Goren produced a small wooden, engraved box and set it in front of Phillip.
"Do you recognise this?" Goren asked. He nodded.
"That was my mother's. She left it to Jaylene in her will. We always fought over who got it. It has been passed down for 7 generations, so I said it was a family heirloom. But she argued that it was hers in the will. Mind you, she died before we got divorced," he said angrily. He opened it and looked at everything inside. A few rings that had tarnished with age, a gold and emerald pendant and a pair of matching earrings. All looked about 18th century.
"Pretty aren't they?" Eames commented. Phillip picked up one of the rings. It was a dull gold colour with diamonds and sapphire.
"Passed down to the daughters of the family. I never had a sister, so they were suppose to go to me to give to my daughter. They belonged to Mary Rose Dawson. A gift to her from her husband. All the women wore them on their wedding day as something old part. Many stories about where they have been. Jaylene wore them on our wedding. And when we were in court getting divorced. That made me so angry."
"Which is why we think you killed her," Eames cut back to the point. "We found traces of Ethanol in her lungs, and the man who was with her. Doesn't your family own a company that makes air freshener?" she asked. Phillip looked down.
"I didn't kill her. I wouldn't. Can I please go? I just want to get out of here," his eyes welled up.
"Well we don't have any solid evidence that you are guilty, so go ahead," Goren said and showed him out. Eames joined him back at their desk.
"What do you think?" She asked. Goren sighed.
"Well the motive is there, that's a start."
~*~*~*~*~* New York City Library
Phillip paced up and down the aisles impatiently. He had agreed to meet Collins next to the mystery fiction section. He saw the librarian looking at him oddly, so he picked a book and buried his face in it to avoid suspicion. He didn't hear Collins' quick-paced silent footsteps and jumped when he tapped Phillip on the shoulder.
"Shit Collins, don't do that. You know I hate it!" he said, his heart racing.
"I am very sneaky sir. What did you want?" he asked. Phillip shoved the book back onto the shelf and led him to a table in the corner.
"I had two detectives come asking about Jaylene. Why?" he said angrily. Collins shrugged.
"Don't you lie to me. They found traces of Ethanol in her lungs. That connects the murder back to me. What did you forget to do?" Collins looked at his fidgeting fingers. When it came to angry clients he was very nervous.
"I did everything you told me to. I silently slipped in through the vent.very sneaky.and I made sure there was no blood or sounds.again very sneaky. The only thing that backfired was a man came to the door and I had to kill him too." Collins waited for the man's reaction. He was surprisingly calm, although he felt like strangling his scrawny neck.
"Do you know who the man is.was?" Phillip asked. Collins nodded furiously.
"He said he was called Ned."
"You spoke to him?" Phillip raised his voice. The librarian shushed him and he looked back at Collins.
"No. He was standing outside and I decided to let him in because if I didn't the neighbours would think something suspicious," he explained. Phillip nodded.
"We'll continue our little chat later. In the mean time this is the next one," he said rising from his seat and handing Collins a little envelope. Phillip walked away leaving Collins to inspect the letter. He opened the envelope, only to find another sealed envelope. Not in the library you dumb ass. I knew you couldn't wait was written on it in thick black. He laughed and when he saw the librarian he immediately shut up and put his head down to avoid eye contact. How did he know Collins thought. He got up and left the library, shoving the envelope into the pocket of his grey hooded jumper.
~*~*~*~*~* 6pm Same Day Apartment 13F
Phoebe Hudson opened the door to her apartment to find a bunch of letters on the floor. That nice old lady next door always got her mail for her. Sometimes they got mixed up, so they were forever receiving letters that weren't theirs. Phoebe threw her keys onto the table next to the door and flipped though the pile. She heard her dog, Jasper running towards her. She smiled and bent town to receive the little Jack Russel.
"Hello puppy! Oh, you gorgeous. Are you hungry? You been a good boy? Lets get something to eat," she said to the dog picking it up and walking to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and they both peered in. The dog licked Phoebe's face. "You wanna go out and get something? I feel like Italian tonight," Phoebe said standing up and closing the door. She got changed and put the dog on its leash. She picked up a letter that had in red URGENT so she could read it on the way. Her mother had been very sick and it could have been something about that.
The night was warm and the moon was big, a perfect spring night. She walked happily along with her dog to find somewhere to eat. She felt the letter in her pocket. She couldn't wait to open it, so she sat down on a bench and opened it. Nothing but a small piece of paper that said 'this is my time to get even with you. Your game was well played, but I topped your score.' She turned it over in her hands and frowned. What the? She thought. Maybe it was because her team won the basketball game the other day. She shoved it back into her pocket and started walking again. She didn't get far when she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck. She felt dizzy and she was about to fall over when a man helped her walk across the street to a small park with tables and chairs.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She couldn't answer, just nod because she felt so awful. Her head fell onto the table and she didn't wake up. The man patted her head and smiled. He let the dog go and carried her into the park, where he had a small cement mixer. He covered her and made it look like a statue.
"What do you think you are doing?" a deep, husky voice came from behind. The man twirled around to find a big police officer.
"I am building a statue for the festival. I have a permission letter from the council," he shakily said, producing a letter. He fidgeted while the policeman read the notice. He tried not to make it look obvious that he was nervous. The policeman looked at it, nodded and handed it back.
"That's some fine work their son. You have real talent. So life like," he said, tipped his hat and went on his way. The man sighed, finished his work and left. A fine addition to the park.