Chapter Four: Identification
"Ones first step in wisdom is to question everything - and ones last is to come to terms with everything." Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
Las Vegas Police department
November 6th, 1942, 2:43 pm
Detective Munch looked up at the sound of Nathan Ford answering the telephone; he hoped that was good news.
They really needed some if they wanted to prevent a fifth murder from occurring.
He was at least slightly comforted knowing that there was a decent amount of time between each murder.
"MUNCH" was all that was left to be heard as Captain Cragen called out for his lead detective to join him in his office.
Wondering what he did now Munch sighed heavily, rising from his chair and heading to his boss' office where, if the edge to his tone held any indication, he would surely be reprimanded.
"You rang" John stated walking through the door.
Not looking the least bit amused, Cragen instead replied, "Do you know who I just got off the phone with?"
Already regretting the question Cragen hurried on to avoid the far fetched answer he was sure Munch had already conjured. "The medical examiner filed a formal complaint against you after you became frustrated with his findings and stomped out, but not before and I quote ' calling him an incompetent brute and saying he must have gone to a bargain basement sale to purchase his diploma because he is no more than a perverse old man that enjoys using the dead as his playmates.' Did you honestly say all of that to him?" Cragen finished hoping that his detective would have held his tongue, but not putting it past him to say all that and more.
"I did" Munch replied calmly before continuing "And it's true, but he left out the part where he couldn't even label his Jane Does correctly.
So I of course, being the gentleman that I am, courteously pointed that out. I then took the liberty to christen Jane Doe #3. It is not my fault if he didn't like it, geeze
try to help a man learn from his mistakes and you see how you're repaid." Munch finished apparently not caring to elaborate himself on the rest of those accusations.
"Munch you can't just" Cragen began but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"McSweeten just informed me that our fourth victim has been identified" Nate said oblivious to what had just taken place.
"Her name is Mrs. Ashley Anderson, maiden name Seaver. Her husband works down at the bank; he's an accountant over there.
Although Mr. Anderson does have a record of free- lancing, I thought we'd head over before closing and ask Mr. Anderson a few questions regarding his wife.
Dan had also called to say that he found a picture of Caitlyn Todd, E.J Berrett, Jordan Todd, and our newest victim Ashley with another girl they haven't identified yet.
I think that's a bit much, all our victims just happening to be in a photograph together, don't you?" Nate questioned.
"Well, get going to the bank so you can get your butts back here and figure that out!" Cragen ordered.
"Yes sir" Munch replied while Nate saluted, both heading out the office towards the exit.
"And Munch" Cragen called "You watch yourself at the bank. I wouldn't want to be subject to another misconduct report."
With that they were off to the bank, Munch clearly hearing the threat that was in his Captain's statement.
"You know how it feels like you've been poked by a stick, you know, over these last six months or so?
I'm that stick. (Nate -Leverage)