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Post by James Gordon on Jul 16, 2020 1:20:28 GMT -7
Detective Krause didn't break away from staring at Heather, he kept staring down as if he was looking for weaknesses. He studied her thoroughly, never once breaking concentration. "Okay... So you didn't train with the knife and yes, lot's of nice people carry weapons in order to protect themselves in this dangerous world. Krause would finally break his stare, shooting a look at Detective Haig. "You say you'd hesitate, that you might not even go through with it? Then why does it look like you knew exactly what you were doing? A gun is a little different Ms. Glass. You point you shoot, a knife you have to know where to aim you need to know the weak spots. You knew where to strike... and strike you did... fatally."
"Cool it, Paul. You know it is still self-defense, right?" Detective Krause nodded at Detective Haig's question. "Oh yeah, I know that but maybe she isn't telling the full story. Are you sure you didn't know this man, Ms. Glass? You have no reason to lie to us at this point." Maybe Detective Krause was getting away from himself a little too much, there is still something odd about this whole stinkin' case and he just doesn't know what it is. A full minute would pass without a word on both sides, Detective Krause would finally break the silence when he stood up. "Excuse us again Ms. Glass." He would walk over towards the door and signal Detective Haig to follow him.
Both of them would exit the room, and as soon as they were alone again Detective Haig stuffed his hands in his pocket with a perplexed look on his face. "What the hell, Paul? This poor girl has gone through enough." Detective Krause nodded, looking down at the ground for a moment. "You're right... But I have one more idea. She needs to see what we saw." Detective Haig's eyes widened. "Have you gone nuts? You want to show her the crime scene tapes?" Detective Krause nodded "Something doesn't add up, I... I just don't know." Detective Krause looked at the ground again, looking defeated. Detective Haig placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know pal, there won't always be a clear answer to everything, you know that. You need to cut down on the booze, it's making you anxious." Detective Krause smiled for a brief moment, letting out a stifled chuckle. "Yeah Randy, you're right. We can hold her for twenty-four hours, so let's go through the statements one more time and give her a moment to rest." Detective Haig nodded in agreement, and with that, both men returned to the room.
"Ms. Glass. My partner and I need to review some more of the evidence, I know you've been here a long time already but you must bear with us. Try to rest a little if you'd like, we won't be too long." Detective Haig smiled, Detective Krause didn't really react, he just stood next to Detective Haig while he still studied Heather, looking at how she reacted to the news that she just received from Detective Haig. Both men would leave the room again, leaving Heather to her own devices as they returned to their desks to go over the statements that they were finally receiving from the first responding officers. They'd go through witness testimony and would be able to talk amongst themselves on what they about the case. Despite Detective Krause thinking something was off about Heather, the case was proceeding in a way that murder investigations usually proceeded. Everyone knew it was self-defense at this point but the question of if Heather Glass was hiding something still remained, along with another question as to why she was hiding something when everything was already in her favor?
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Post by Heather Glass on Jul 16, 2020 18:16:48 GMT -7
She held Krause's gaze until Haig spoke up again, simply hoping that he'd believe her because, as she said, she was telling the truth. And even then, her eyes shifted back to Krause again easily, nothing to read in her expression except exhaustion, fear, and sincerity. If this was an act, it would be among the best that he'd seen - right up there with any criminal he's worked with who told their story with complete conviction even though the evidence proved it to be a lie. If the young woman in the tape weren't so obviously the same young woman who was in the chair, with enough unique features about her appearance that there could be no doubt, he might almost be convinced that they had the wrong person.
"I don't know," she answered him, "I know, it's different... and I saw the guy... and I don't know." The whole thing was outright baffling to her. But she obviously took some notice when Haig mentioned that it was self-defense anyway. Was it? The question of what does and doesn't count as self-defense was honestly not anything she'd ever thought about before. She knew it could get a bit hazy if someone got killed and it was somehow determined that they didn't need to be, but she had no idea how such a thing was determined. She figured that these cops would know, though, but with the one sounding so suspicious she wasn't sure how much to trust in that.
"I don't know him. I'm almost completely sure I've never seen him before this," she answered, falling back once again to the truth, and only hedging her reply a little bit. After all, it was a big city so she incidentally interacted with a lot of people that she would never remember because there was simply so many, so she figured it was possible that she'd seen him before, but if she had she didn't remember.
It didn't exactly fill her with confidence that the detectives kept leaving the room to confer, but she was having trouble knowing what to make of the situation. Though she remembered again that Haig had said it was still self-defense and Krause had agreed. So it didn't matter if they thought that she'd done what it looked like she'd done? That was comforting even if she didn't like the idea of people thinking she did something that she was sure that she hadn't done, though at least that meant that she didn't have to worry about jail, right?
She was still mulling that over when they returned and Haig said they needed to review more evidence. "Okay," was all she said in reply, now simply looking exhausted. Mostly she just wanted all of this to be over. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to rest, though - the room didn't appear to be especially comforting and probably by design.
For several moments she just sat there and tried to settle herself, sipping her water and waiting. She was so tired... And hungry, for that matter. Good thing she had a burger - it was obviously hers because it was right in front of her. She suddenly noticed that her mind had wandered somewhere so far that she had to ask herself where she was again? Taking a quick glance at the unfamiliar surroundings, she nevertheless quickly remembered that she was at the police station. After all, the plain room with the table and chairs and the one-way mirror was like it was straight out of a crime drama.
Even easier than remembering that she was at the police station was remembering why she was here - being grabbed by that guy was still fresh on her mind. In fact, it made perfect sense why she was so tired - who could sleep after that? Even though some time had passed - she knew this even though she didn't notice a clock anywhere because she was so hungry and tired enough that she felt like she'd been up all night. After several moments of calm silence, she was like different person - still tired but quite relaxed and content to sit there and eat a burger as if the past several hours hadn't really happened.
Because it wasn't quite the same young woman sitting in the chair - though she didn't realize it. Even though, from her perspective, she'd simply appeared into the situation because it was far too easy for her mind to piece together what was happening for it to seem strange to her that she was here. Especially since she was exhausted and any haziness about what had happened just before this could easily be chalked up to the fact that, of course, her mind wouldn't be fully functioning because she was just that tired. And she even remembered enough to know why she'd be talking to the police.
In fact, the only thing she couldn't remember that was any bother to her at the moment was how long they'd said she'd needed to wait. But even that didn't seem to be much of a bother anyway - she had a burger to eat and even if she couldn't sleep she was tired enough that it was actually kind of nice to just relax for a moment.
Of course, from the perspective of the detectives, she still looked like the same person. If they were paying close enough attention, however, her mannerisms had changed completely. Before she'd been so focused on trying to keep calm and grappling with thoughts in her head that she'd been almost blind to her surroundings outside of the detectives she'd been talking to. She'd been visibly sagging in her chair, wallowing in stress and anxiety, and clearly didn't have much of an appetite. Now the burger was gone, she looked fairly relaxed, and yet also quite alert - still with a tired look in her eyes, but even before the door opened she'd heard them coming and as they entered she greeted them with a slight smile.
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Post by James Gordon on Oct 5, 2020 3:26:34 GMT -7
Detective Krause and Detective Haig sat at a desk going through everything that had been compiled on the case so far. Piles upon piles of witness testimony and a dozen and a half recorded videotapes that might have caught a glimpse at the scene. The last time the pair of detectives left to confer, they looked at the tapes. Now they were digging through the testimony to see if they had missed anything. Detective Krause was near slumped over the desk, staring at the chicken scratch that was Bryan Mcpherson's recorded testimony. The music shop owner who was the first in the alley, the man who called the cops. He never heard a scream and walked into the alley when he heard what he thought was a struggle. The first thing he saw was the sorry pile of what used to be Stevie Carbone, the next thing he saw was a woman of much smaller stature holding a bloodied knife. After reading it a fourth time, Detective Krause sighed heavily while pushing his feet against the desk. His office chair rolled back a few feet before being stopped due to the desk behind him. Haig looked up, but only for a moment before returning to the witness testimony he had been reading.
"Dunno what it is, Randy but something don't add up."
Randy looked up from the testimony for a second time, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at his perplexed partner. "You've already said that, are we any closer to finding out what exactly doesn't add up?"
Detective Krause shook his head, he had a gut feeling but at the same time, he didn't think this woman was nefarious. She didn't murder this man by any means, Detective Krause was just curious because he was the sort of detective that liked learning the whole truth. Maybe she was acting weird, but she had just defended herself against a man who could have harmed her, a man who probably would have ended up killing her. Once Stevie Carbone ran through the system, they might have a better idea of what exactly he tried to drag Heather Glass into the alley, but now they could only assume what his plans were. "Nah...This girl has been through enough like you said. We should head back in there and take a formal statement now that she's been resting for a bit, the ADA will want one."
Detective Haig nodded as he moved to stand up from his desk, he'd slightly bend to open the drawer of the desk that'd he rifle in for a brief moment. After some audible crinkling, he'd pull out a form. "At the very least, we'll hear her story one more time. We've been at this for hours, we won't be getting much out of her as it is right now." Detective Krause nodded, he'd glance at his watch and notice that they've been gone another couple of hours, he shrugged at the idea that it didn't feel like any time had passed. He closed his eyes tightly for about three seconds followed by a deep breath. Both men were tired, but they knew this is the career they chose or at least the career they were stuck with. Both detectives made their way back to the interview room with the form and some writing utensils, they noticed Heather had eaten, and she also looked a lot calmer than she was before the last time they left. At this point, they would chalk that up to her receiving some time to calm down and think out the situation she was in.
"You look... better, Ms. Glass. Was the burger that good?" Detective Krause stifled a chuckle as he sat down, Detective Haig also sat down with the form and a pen, prepared to take her official statement. "Okay Ms. Glass, I know we've gone over it a few times and now that you've worked through it, we're going to need an official statement from you. I'm going to need you to be as clear as possible and as detailed as possible. So please go through what happened once more, alright? After that, we should be able to send you home. Detective Haig presented a tired smile, readying the pen as he waited for Heather to relay what happened to her one final time.
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Post by Heather Glass on Oct 5, 2020 5:09:41 GMT -7
With no clock to help her, she had no idea how long she'd kept waiting, and the fact that she'd probably nodded off until the sound of approaching footsteps brought her fully alert again certainly didn't help with her perception of the passage of time. Either way, though, when they arrived she couldn't be too bothered about it. The police had treated her so nicely, getting the burger for her and all - which she now remembered they had done. She gave Krause's question a slightly embarrassed smile and a nod - it really had hit the spot.
Though her manner slowly became a little restless when Haig spoke up, but also more serious. She nodded easily when he emphasized that she would need to be clear and detailed. Though when he stopped and looked at her expectantly her expression flickered through surprise, confusion, and realization before ending on a patient smile. Oh, they didn't know - that was fine. A problem she was used to, even though she more often than not tried to avoid conversations instead. This conversation was necessary though, so she'd just have to deal with it.
"Do you sign?" she quickly signed, almost as a reflex. It was always a shot in the dark question to ask someone who wasn't deaf, but there was always the odd person who has a sibling or a kid or a cousin or something so it never hurt to ask. But though she caught a hint of recognition from one of the detectives, she just as quickly shook her head to herself. No, they needed a statement from her, and if they were going to take a statement from her then it was probably better for her to simply make it a written statement. Would save them from the inaccuracy and difficulty of translating it, even if the detective turned out to be fluent.
So she switched tactics and signed, "I need to write." Fortunately, the sign for 'write' was one that was so obvious that you didn't need to know it was sign language to understand - it was exactly what anyone would guess it was. Used to dealing with people who were slow to understand her absolute need for writing implements sometimes, she was prepared to repeat the sign for 'write' as many times as she needed to in order to get them. Luckily, she could see that they'd brought some so it wasn't a difficult problem to solve.
When given pen and paper she gave a relieved smile and immediately put one piece of paper to one side, figuring that they would want her to keep the other things she might need to say separate from the official statement. In fact, before she got started on it she wrote on the paper to the side. Sorry! They must not have told you that I'm mute. I should have reminded them to say, but I'm so tired my brain is hazy. Except for what happened though, that's easy enough. Shouldn't take me too long - I write fast. When she was finished she turned the paper and pushed it over to the detectives to read with another smile and then turned her attention to the paper in front of her.
Without hesitation, she began to write - very quickly, as she'd said, but also very neatly. She had a lot of practice writing things out, after all. Her quick smiles were absent as she focused on the task, however, frowning both in thought and at the memory of what she was writing.
I was on my way home - I'd gone out and had a couple of drinks earlier in the evening, but I was only slightly buzzed when I got off the subway at 25th Street and started walking home. But when I got to street level I noticed a man hanging around the top of the staircase. She gave a concise and mostly accurate description of the man from the alleyway. He asked me what time it was, but I was getting a seriously bad vibe from him so I indicated that I couldn't talk and went to walk away. He seemed to think it was funny, though, and barged ahead of me, walking the same way. That bothered me and I thought about going another way, but there isn't really another good way to get to my apartment and I figured he just happened to need to go that way too, and maybe I was being paranoid. He was walking faster than me - I've got short legs - so I wasn't as concerned when he got well ahead of me and didn't bother me again. But I still felt like something was off, so when he suddenly turned off of the sidewalk it seemed strange to me. I mean, I couldn't see it very well because he was that far ahead and it was dark, but it looked like he'd gone into an alley instead of a business or something and that seemed weird. So when I got close to the spot I shifted to the part of the sidewalk next to the street and tried to see if he was in the alley. And I was right, but he came right at me and - short legs again - he was too fast for me. He grabbed my arms and tried to pull me into the alley, and I was so scared! But I was also really angry because I realized that me might have targeted me because I'm mute and that really ticks me off. At this point she was strongly frowning at the page, but for the first time she also seemed to hesitate over the last sentence before she added, But I was fighting for my life, for all I knew, so I managed to get away.
Having written all of that out she sat back, nodded once to herself in satisfaction at it, and pushed that piece of paper over to the detectives as well, a slight smile of relief on her face.
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