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Equestrian-babe101, PRTF stands for Power Rangers Time Force. However, there are only two characters (Wes and Jen) sure, I could do without them in the story but HECK NO!!Those two are my favourite actors/actresses, (like George Eads, heh heh) and I cannot BEAR not to have them in this. Wes/Jen, Nick/Sara FOREVER!!!
Ahem, anyway......
Chapter 3: The Prisoner's Wrath
"So, tell me again why we have to talk to that damn guy who has no respect left for ladies?" Warrick asked. Dressed in blue jeans, black shirt, black jacket, Wes is under the impression that Warrick wanted to look extra threatening.
While zipping up the front of his blue windbreaker, Wes replied,"To find out whether it is him who wants to make a come back or someone else is just copycatting his ideas,"
Warrick raised an eyebrow and asked,"There's such thing as 'copycatting'?"
Wes' lips twitched and he replied,"Who cares? It still makes sense,"
Warrick chuckled. The two guys just arrived at the state jail and were heading for the security desk.
Warrick walked up to the officer in charge. While showing his police I.D, he said,"Hi, we're from the Crime Lab, sent to meet Brian Mc Cormick, where can we...?"
The officer grunted and said,"Yeah, this way," as he got up from behind the desk and beckoned Wes and warrick to follow him.
"Brian Mc Cormick, yeah, I remember that guy, been here for a year already. No parole, heck, he is lucky that he escaped the death sentence. Had a rough time with him at the beginning. Nasty temper. But he is getting better," said the officer as he led them down a long corridor.
"Oh, where are my manners? The name's Ricks, Andy Ricks," he added.
Wes nodded and sad,"This is Warrick Brown and I'm Wes Collins. You said Mc Cormick is getting better? How so?"
Officer Ricks shrugged and said,"Well, when he first came in, like I said, he was all violent and stuff like that. Now he is better, friendly even. Seemed ready to make amends. Attending church service now, you can go check out his daily activities if you like..." Officer Ricks offered.
Warrick muttered to Wes,"A leopard never changes its spots..." Wes nodded.
"So, er, what's he in for anyway? Why the visit?" asked Ricks curiously. Choosing to ignore the question, Warrick said,"You say we can check out his daiy activities, we might just do that,"
Turning to Wes, he asked,"Divide and conquer?" Wes nodded and muttered,"I've got dibs on the interrogation,"
Officer Ricks said,"I'll arrange for another officer to take you around," nodding at Warrick. With that, another uniformed officer stepped up.
This guy looked quite young. He was wearing a pair of highly polished shopes and had a short crew cut. He had on a very smug expression that just screamed 'law- enforcement'.
"I'm Officer Letting, this way please," indicating the opposite side of the hall. With that, the two criminalists parted ways.
Warrick was led past a room where some activity seemed to be going on. An old man, clearly a pastor, was talking to a group of convicts, all in orange jumpsuits.
"That's where Brian usually attends church service," said Office Letting with a knowing look.
They soon passed by another room where a few convicts were either reading books or newpapers, or writing on pieces of paper. Officer Letting said,"Mc Cormick comes here as well, usually, when prisoners are reaching their parole time or changing for the better, we allow them to spend time in this room, reading or sending letters to their family members. Once a week, an hour or two,"
Warrick frowned and asked,"Mc Cormicks allowed to communicate to the outside world?"
The officer merely nodded. warrick asked,"So he does send letters out?"
Officer Letting nodded again and said,"Practically every week. We don't know to whom, our supervisor prefers that we respect their privacy, not that they are doing any thing dangerous that is," while laughing nervously.
"Do you think I can read those letters from Brian Mc Cormick?" asked Warrick.
"Certainly.... if, you have a warrant. I respect their need for privacy, yes, even if they used to be criminals. No warrant, no letters," was the reply.
Warrick sighed. It was all he could do to stop himself from wringing the guys neck.'Why do they always have to be so cocky and difficult?' he thought,'wes had better be getting more information than me.'
Wes was sitting in the jail's interrogation room. No need for an expert to say that this room is very old. Chipped bits on the walls, the chairs creaking once in a while, the one way mirror had a few scratches all over it, not to mention the room is really boiling hot.
Suddenly, the door opened and officer Ricks walked in, leading a guy whose face Wes knew too well. Average height, squared jaw, cocky expression, unshaven... 'Same as always,' thought Wes as he narrowed his eyes.
Officer Ricks pushed Mc Cormick into the chair opposite Wes and said,"I'll leave you two to chat," with that, he went out and shut the door with a click.
Another officer was standing guard beside the door. Brian Mc Cormick chuckled and said, "You know, its his daughter's birthday today. He bought her a colouring book, I saw one on his desk earlier. Since it's a colouring book, that means his daughter is about 4 to 5 years old,"
Wes raised his eyebrows, amazed. "Oh, and that guy outside?" he continued, pointing to an officer who just walked past the room,"Bad mood, his girl just dumped him. you can tell by the way he looks. Stern, stubborn,"
Wes said,"You sure know a lot about the guys in here. Nothing better to do?"
Brian smirked,"Something like that. Anyway, what brings you here today? Humm, let me see," he paused for a moment then snapped his fingers,"Ah! Wes Collinns isn't it? I remember you CSI 3. The half- breed!"
'This guy is creeping me out,' thought Wes while he frowned and asked,"Half-breed?"
Brian said,"Of course! You're half British aren't you? I can tell from the accent, your dad British?"
Wes muttered,"Mum," while thinking,'Pity he didn't use such good brains for good purposes. What a waste,' "Anyway," Wes continued,"Someone is copying your moves, Brian. I want to know if you have anything to do with it," while pulling out pictures of Helen Gibson's autopsy.
Brian picked up the photos and chuckle again. 'If he laughs one more time...' Wes thought irritatedly.
"And what makes you think I have anything to do with it?" asked Brian.
Wes replied,"We have eyewitnesses who saw the killer. He was dressed in the exact clothing you used to wear. Including the yellow and black mask."
Brian grinned,"Well, nice to know someone is following in my footsteps, haha, I'm just kidding Collins. I realized my mistakes, my sins, I want to change for the better,"
Wes raised his eyebrows coolly and said,"What make you think that I will believe you?"
Brian smiled mischeviously and said, "Look at me," pointing to himself,"I'm in jail! I can't do anything and I can't get out!"
Wes replied,"Maybe so, but how do you reckon that will stop a smart guy like you from causing a murder?"
Brian scowled for the first time since the interrogation. After a short pause, he replied smoothly,"Prove it,"
Wes smiled while he got up and said,"Working on it."
Brian Mc Cormick was pushed back into his cell roughly. "Get goin'!" shouted the guard.
"Ok! I'm going, I'm going!" replied Brian with the same force. The guard shut the cell door and locked it with a single turn of the key. He pocketed the key and disappeared down the corridor.
Brian walked towards the small window and announced,"So, the police are on to me, well, don't worry girls, it'll be your turn soon. Hahahahahahahahahahaha...."
"You've got to be kidding," Wes muttered in disbelief.
Warrick shook his head and added numbly,"Nope,"
"You're telling me he has access to the outside world right now and we can't do anything about it??!!" It's jail for goodness sake, 'respect their privacy'? They aren't saints!!" wes was frantic now.
Warrick said,"Yeah, I called the detectives, Brass, Vega, Jen, O'Riley, they all say that no judge will issue a warrant to get the letters he is writing. It seems that we have no proof whatsoever that Brian Mc Cormick is out to get more victims. Come to think of it, how can we be sure? What if he is innocent?"
Wes, still not about to let the jail's security system go, said,"It's JAIL!! How can they allow so much freedom to ex-criminals??!!!"
Warrick could'nt answer that. He merely shook his head glumly.
Wes put his hand to his forehead, making his fringe messier than usual and mumbled,"We're screwed..."
TBC
Equestrian-babe101, PRTF stands for Power Rangers Time Force. However, there are only two characters (Wes and Jen) sure, I could do without them in the story but HECK NO!!Those two are my favourite actors/actresses, (like George Eads, heh heh) and I cannot BEAR not to have them in this. Wes/Jen, Nick/Sara FOREVER!!!
Ahem, anyway......
Chapter 3: The Prisoner's Wrath
"So, tell me again why we have to talk to that damn guy who has no respect left for ladies?" Warrick asked. Dressed in blue jeans, black shirt, black jacket, Wes is under the impression that Warrick wanted to look extra threatening.
While zipping up the front of his blue windbreaker, Wes replied,"To find out whether it is him who wants to make a come back or someone else is just copycatting his ideas,"
Warrick raised an eyebrow and asked,"There's such thing as 'copycatting'?"
Wes' lips twitched and he replied,"Who cares? It still makes sense,"
Warrick chuckled. The two guys just arrived at the state jail and were heading for the security desk.
Warrick walked up to the officer in charge. While showing his police I.D, he said,"Hi, we're from the Crime Lab, sent to meet Brian Mc Cormick, where can we...?"
The officer grunted and said,"Yeah, this way," as he got up from behind the desk and beckoned Wes and warrick to follow him.
"Brian Mc Cormick, yeah, I remember that guy, been here for a year already. No parole, heck, he is lucky that he escaped the death sentence. Had a rough time with him at the beginning. Nasty temper. But he is getting better," said the officer as he led them down a long corridor.
"Oh, where are my manners? The name's Ricks, Andy Ricks," he added.
Wes nodded and sad,"This is Warrick Brown and I'm Wes Collins. You said Mc Cormick is getting better? How so?"
Officer Ricks shrugged and said,"Well, when he first came in, like I said, he was all violent and stuff like that. Now he is better, friendly even. Seemed ready to make amends. Attending church service now, you can go check out his daily activities if you like..." Officer Ricks offered.
Warrick muttered to Wes,"A leopard never changes its spots..." Wes nodded.
"So, er, what's he in for anyway? Why the visit?" asked Ricks curiously. Choosing to ignore the question, Warrick said,"You say we can check out his daiy activities, we might just do that,"
Turning to Wes, he asked,"Divide and conquer?" Wes nodded and muttered,"I've got dibs on the interrogation,"
Officer Ricks said,"I'll arrange for another officer to take you around," nodding at Warrick. With that, another uniformed officer stepped up.
This guy looked quite young. He was wearing a pair of highly polished shopes and had a short crew cut. He had on a very smug expression that just screamed 'law- enforcement'.
"I'm Officer Letting, this way please," indicating the opposite side of the hall. With that, the two criminalists parted ways.
Warrick was led past a room where some activity seemed to be going on. An old man, clearly a pastor, was talking to a group of convicts, all in orange jumpsuits.
"That's where Brian usually attends church service," said Office Letting with a knowing look.
They soon passed by another room where a few convicts were either reading books or newpapers, or writing on pieces of paper. Officer Letting said,"Mc Cormick comes here as well, usually, when prisoners are reaching their parole time or changing for the better, we allow them to spend time in this room, reading or sending letters to their family members. Once a week, an hour or two,"
Warrick frowned and asked,"Mc Cormicks allowed to communicate to the outside world?"
The officer merely nodded. warrick asked,"So he does send letters out?"
Officer Letting nodded again and said,"Practically every week. We don't know to whom, our supervisor prefers that we respect their privacy, not that they are doing any thing dangerous that is," while laughing nervously.
"Do you think I can read those letters from Brian Mc Cormick?" asked Warrick.
"Certainly.... if, you have a warrant. I respect their need for privacy, yes, even if they used to be criminals. No warrant, no letters," was the reply.
Warrick sighed. It was all he could do to stop himself from wringing the guys neck.'Why do they always have to be so cocky and difficult?' he thought,'wes had better be getting more information than me.'
Wes was sitting in the jail's interrogation room. No need for an expert to say that this room is very old. Chipped bits on the walls, the chairs creaking once in a while, the one way mirror had a few scratches all over it, not to mention the room is really boiling hot.
Suddenly, the door opened and officer Ricks walked in, leading a guy whose face Wes knew too well. Average height, squared jaw, cocky expression, unshaven... 'Same as always,' thought Wes as he narrowed his eyes.
Officer Ricks pushed Mc Cormick into the chair opposite Wes and said,"I'll leave you two to chat," with that, he went out and shut the door with a click.
Another officer was standing guard beside the door. Brian Mc Cormick chuckled and said, "You know, its his daughter's birthday today. He bought her a colouring book, I saw one on his desk earlier. Since it's a colouring book, that means his daughter is about 4 to 5 years old,"
Wes raised his eyebrows, amazed. "Oh, and that guy outside?" he continued, pointing to an officer who just walked past the room,"Bad mood, his girl just dumped him. you can tell by the way he looks. Stern, stubborn,"
Wes said,"You sure know a lot about the guys in here. Nothing better to do?"
Brian smirked,"Something like that. Anyway, what brings you here today? Humm, let me see," he paused for a moment then snapped his fingers,"Ah! Wes Collinns isn't it? I remember you CSI 3. The half- breed!"
'This guy is creeping me out,' thought Wes while he frowned and asked,"Half-breed?"
Brian said,"Of course! You're half British aren't you? I can tell from the accent, your dad British?"
Wes muttered,"Mum," while thinking,'Pity he didn't use such good brains for good purposes. What a waste,' "Anyway," Wes continued,"Someone is copying your moves, Brian. I want to know if you have anything to do with it," while pulling out pictures of Helen Gibson's autopsy.
Brian picked up the photos and chuckle again. 'If he laughs one more time...' Wes thought irritatedly.
"And what makes you think I have anything to do with it?" asked Brian.
Wes replied,"We have eyewitnesses who saw the killer. He was dressed in the exact clothing you used to wear. Including the yellow and black mask."
Brian grinned,"Well, nice to know someone is following in my footsteps, haha, I'm just kidding Collins. I realized my mistakes, my sins, I want to change for the better,"
Wes raised his eyebrows coolly and said,"What make you think that I will believe you?"
Brian smiled mischeviously and said, "Look at me," pointing to himself,"I'm in jail! I can't do anything and I can't get out!"
Wes replied,"Maybe so, but how do you reckon that will stop a smart guy like you from causing a murder?"
Brian scowled for the first time since the interrogation. After a short pause, he replied smoothly,"Prove it,"
Wes smiled while he got up and said,"Working on it."
Brian Mc Cormick was pushed back into his cell roughly. "Get goin'!" shouted the guard.
"Ok! I'm going, I'm going!" replied Brian with the same force. The guard shut the cell door and locked it with a single turn of the key. He pocketed the key and disappeared down the corridor.
Brian walked towards the small window and announced,"So, the police are on to me, well, don't worry girls, it'll be your turn soon. Hahahahahahahahahahaha...."
"You've got to be kidding," Wes muttered in disbelief.
Warrick shook his head and added numbly,"Nope,"
"You're telling me he has access to the outside world right now and we can't do anything about it??!!" It's jail for goodness sake, 'respect their privacy'? They aren't saints!!" wes was frantic now.
Warrick said,"Yeah, I called the detectives, Brass, Vega, Jen, O'Riley, they all say that no judge will issue a warrant to get the letters he is writing. It seems that we have no proof whatsoever that Brian Mc Cormick is out to get more victims. Come to think of it, how can we be sure? What if he is innocent?"
Wes, still not about to let the jail's security system go, said,"It's JAIL!! How can they allow so much freedom to ex-criminals??!!!"
Warrick could'nt answer that. He merely shook his head glumly.
Wes put his hand to his forehead, making his fringe messier than usual and mumbled,"We're screwed..."
TBC