Wow, 3 updates in 3 days O_o You can thank my 6 hours of sleep I've gotten in that amount of time (hahahaha no I'm not kidding...). But this chapter is pretty much all on suspects. Don't know when I'll update the next chapter, hopefully tomorrow. But thanks to all for reading this, and as always all criticism, pointers, ideas, cookies are accepted! Especially cookies.
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Ch. 3 - Visage
"Mr. Hogan?" Lisbon tried to be as polite as possible, but Karl Hogan kept answering his cell phone every two seconds. She lost patience when he answered his phone yet again, only holding up a finger to them. She walked over and closed his phone.
"That was very important! Who do you think you are?"
"Sir, this is a murder investigation! We need your full cooperation. If not, we'll be more than happy to take you into custody and talk to you in an interrogation room."
With a huff, Karl Hogan turned off his cell phone and took a seat.
"You're right. What can I do to help?"
"Uh, yeah, what are your clients modeling exactly?" Jane asked before Lisbon could get straight to business.
"We model for the Visage clothing company. Mostly casual wear for young adults. What exactly does that have to do with Joyce?"
"Oh just curious."
"Tell us about Joyce." It was right back to business with Lisbon.
"Not much to tell. I travel extensively, looking for new models. She was from a small town in Tennessee. Anything more about her personal life I didn't know about. I have hundreds of other models I have to deal with, along with thousands of potential models I seek out."
"Did Joyce have any enemies? Anyone with a grudge?"
"Hon, I work for a modeling agency. Nobody is friendly to each other here. If Joyce did have any enemies, I wouldn't know since everybody here acts like an enemy to each other."
"Why is that?"
"Competition. All the models want to be the prettiest and the most recognized. And everyone else wants to be recognized for their work with the models. Nobody makes friends here. You've gotta be fierce if you want to make it to the top."
"We've got to ask: Where were you yesterday around three thirty?"
"I was in a meeting with Mr. Voyer, the head of Visage, and a team of advertisers."
"We're going to need names and numbers of everyone who was there."
"Of course."
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Cho found himself in a less than pleasant situation than he had hoped he would be in. The four beautiful models were sitting on a bench just outside of the building, puffing away at their cigarettes while trash talking to recently deceased.
"Well she deserved to die anyway. She was such a bitch!" The brunette had caught Cho's attention with that.
"Where were you the time of the murder?"
"Are you saying I did this? Hell no, I didn't kill her, but I'm sure as hell glad she's dead!"
"Besides, she was out here with us, having a smoke before our shoot." The blond defended
"Do you have any other witnesses to confirm that?"
"Nope, just us four." The snide remark sliced through Cho, who no longer wanted to be around the beautiful women. Their personalities sure killed any physical beauty they had.
"All right. We'll contact you if we need any more information." Just as he was about to leave, another model walked by.
"Hey cutie. How about I take you out tonight? I know a great club just down the street."
Cho thought about it for a minute. It would be pretty cool to be able to tell people that he went on a date with a model. But as she pulled out a cigarette of her purse and lit it up, Cho's face grimaced.
"No. Thank you. Have a good day ma'am."
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"I only do the photo shoots for women's apparel, sir." John Boris glanced up at Rigsby while taking apart his camera.
"No, Mr. Boris. I'm with the CBI, we're investigating Joyce Wilson's death. I just need to ask you a few questions."
"Oh right. I'm sorry. Such a tragedy to lose such a beautiful woman. It's a good thing the world will never run out of beautiful women."
"Uh, yeah. I understand that you were her photographer on the day of her death."
"Yes. Her along with Jennifer, Sarah, Rebecca and Krista. All very beautiful, but Joyce was definitely the hottest of the bunch with her long, red hair."
"Right. Well, where were you at three thirty yesterday?"
"I was in my studio, preparing for the shoot."
"Can anyone verify that?"
"No. Are you saying I did this?"
"Did you?"
"No! Joyce and I... Joyce and I were close. She helped get me out of that po-dunk town in Tennessee when she became a model. She showed the agency my work and helped put in a good word for me to get this job."
"You said you two were close. Were you involved with her romantically?"
"We had sex. A lot. If that's what you're asking. Is there anything else? I have another shoot in ten minutes and I need to prepare."
"That's all for now, Mr. Boris. We'll be in touch."
Rigsby could only look in shock when John whistled at two models when walked into the room. Pig.
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Rigsby met up with Jane and Lisbon, eager to see if they had made any progress.
"How'd it go boss?"
"Cho and Van Pelt are checking Hogan's alibi right now. Otherwise, I don't see what he could gain by killing Wilson. What did you find out?"
"Other than the fact that Boris enjoys his job far too much, he and Wilson were from the same town. He says they were close, but he has no solid alibi, and I don't believe for a second he could be too close to any woman for more than a few days."
"We'll check back up on him. Until then go and --"
"Hey! Stop!"
They turned their attention down the hall to see a man in a grungy coat running away from two security guards. His jacket flapped open to reveal a small hand gun.
"He's armed!"
Lisbon and Rigsby sprang into action, hoping this wouldn't turn to violent. Jane just trotted out of the way, not wanting to get involved in any violence, but still wanting to watch the action. A soft smile spread across his face as Lisbon, yet again, managed to take down a man twice her size. Rigsby took away the man's weapon as quickly as possible and the cuffs were slapped on him. The man cried out, but it seemed more out of anguish than physical pain.
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"What were you doing in the building, Mr. Harris?" Cho asked with a stern face.
"David." He corrected.
"Ok, David. What were you doing?"
"I just wanted to see if it was true- I just, I just- I didn't mean any harm."
"Then why'd you have a gun with you?"
"Because! I had to find him. The bastard. I had to find the guy who killed Joyce! Joyce, Joyce..." This man seemed crazy, or on drugs. Possibly both judging from his grungy appearance.
"David. Joyce had a restraining order filed against you. It's not your first either. Three other restraining orders, a known stalker."
"I don't stalk people!" He shouted much louder than was necessary. "I-I-I watch after those I care about. Joyce... She can't be gone! Joyce..."
The rest of the team was watching from behind the glass.
"Man, this guy is nuts." Rigsby pointed out the obvious.
"Yeah. Well right now he's our most likely suspect. We're going to hold him." Lisbon stated.
"Nah, he's innocent." Of course Jane thought he was innocent.
"She had a restraining oder on this man. He's obviously come into contact with her before. And apparently he can make his way into the third story of the building. Not to mention he was armed, and crazy. How could you know if he's innocent?"
"Why would he kill a woman he was obsessed with? And Joyce was poisoned, which takes careful planning. You said so yourself, he's crazy. He couldn't possibly plan something like that out."
"Maybe, we don't know just how crazy he is!"
Rigsby and Van Pelt rolled their eyes and sighed silently at Jane and Lisbon's bickering.
"Look, either way he broke into the building, armed. We can't just let him go. But we'll go back to the building and continue interviewing people if it makes you any happier."
"That would make me happier, Lisbon. Thanks. I'd like to talk to that photographer Rigsby spoke so highly of." This comment made Rigsby groan while Van Pelt looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Oh, Boss. Hogan's and Voyce's alibis check out. They were in a meeting with fifteen other people at the time of death." Van Pelt stated quickly, embarrassed she had almost forgotten to tell her boss.
"Okay. Rigsby, you, Cho and I will see how many more interviews we can finish today while Jane meets up with your friend. Van Pelt, you keep an eye out on Harris. See if you can calm him down."
"Yes, Boss."