Blind I
Dictator of the Lab
I cracked my neck and stood up. Seeing nowhere to go, I sat down. The elevator rang its signal for stopping across the room. Paris audibly walked in, stomping loudly, and shouting.
"Stan, I need the vic's Girlfriend's address. James, the boss. Tim, the vic's. On it people! We are going to catch the Psycho that murdered those one hundred people! Anyone? Does anyone have anything for me?" I leaned back in my seat. I heard furious typing and clicking. Moments later, three 'Done!'s rang out in the office.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I heard Paris pull three papers out of our co-workers hands. His footsteps made their way to my desk. "Come on. You are coming with me."
"No!" No one was telling me where to go. I had to get home and feed my dog. "You know 'Kita needs me home!"
"Five minutes?"I raised my eyebrow. It was going to take more than five minutes for us even to get to the truck. "Ten." Another raise of the eyebrow. "No more than twenty." I shrugged, adding a dramatic 'Huhphf' at the end. The was no winning.
"Fine, but you're paying for the coffee tomorrow."
(x)(x)
"Thank you, Ms. Gomez, for your time. I am Detective Paris Stauer, of the East Mesa Police Department, official consultant to the Phoenix FBI. This is my partner-"
"-Detective Corbin LaVey." I stuck out my hand, she limply accepted my handshake. Something about her made me want to shower after talking with her. We sat across from her.
"Its Shelly," she breathed out her name towards Paris.
"Miss Gomez, were you and Mr. Jesuharah close?" She smacked her lips.
"Very, Why are you asking, Paris?"
"Detective Stauer asked because yesterday, Mr. Jesuharah was found dead. Did he talk about his work often?" I heard her crack her neck. Or maybe it was Paris.
"M-Manny d-didn-n-n-n't e-uh-ver t-talk 'bout-t his j-job. O-Only o-o-o-once. He-he ssssaid th-that To-o-olz was ou-out sssellin' h-him," I could practically hear her shaking.
"That's okay, Miss Gomez. Can I ask you where you were at about six o'clock yesterday morning?" Paris calmed her down before she spoke.
"Home s-sleeping, I think, I was up late last night. I don't remember much, I be-bet y-you know wha-what my job is," 'Shelly' stuttered.
"Yes," I gave him a semi-quizzical look. "Thank you Ms. Gomez. Here is our card if you remember anything useful. We will contact you if we need any more information."
(x)(x)
"Time magazine: 'Marvels of Modern Forensics: Detective LaVey':
Interview conducted by Tobie Jenkins
I caught a word with Detective LaVey as she exited the building with her Partner, Paris Stauer:
J: Detective LaVey! A word?
L: Yes, but strive to make it quick.
J: In what ways do you conquer this handicap?
L: Handicap? What Handicap? I only se- I only found an improvement on the human race. But, to answer your question, I of course, use a cane. The trafficlights by the office and my house ring. I go through intensive light therapy once a week... Oh! And I almost forgot, I'm in a service dog training program. My dog, Nakita, starts her training in one week.
J: Fascinating, Mrs. LaVey!
L: Miss.
J: Excuse me? Oh, there's no Mr. LaVey in the picture?
L:Why is everyone so interested in my love life all of a sudden?
J: Struck a nerve there, did I?
L: Good bye, miss Jenkins.
J:Mrs.
L:Whatever.