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I still suck. And I'm not thrilled this version, since it suddenly swaped POVs. And
I call this version of the plot "Before Next Sunday AD: The Sixth Day Violation Mix" because it's the sixth retelling of the same story, and the naming of it after a Arnold Swartzenagger movie just makes it all the more mockable.
It was all up to the DA now, Detective Ian Morris thought as he wrapped up another successful case. Then a missing persons file crossed his desk. "He's waiting in the interview room B" the station's secretary said.
"That was fast."
"I guess it is the season for people to go missing." she said as she walked back to her desk. Morris grabbed the file and started reviewing it as he himself walked towards the interview room.
"Hello, I'm Detective Ian Morris, and I'm the one looking into your friend's disappearance.
"Hello." Mike replied.
"I think we should start with when you last saw Joel."
"We were going to get to gether to have supper last night, and he didn't show up or call. I went over to his apartment, and he wasn't there either. But he had left the faucet on, and the carpet was completely soaked. At the rate that the faucet was going, he had to have been gone for a while, probably more than a day."
"Was it possible he was visiting family?"
"No. His parents died a few years ago and he never mentioned any siblings."
"Do you have any suspicions on what could have happened to him?"
"Joel thought that he had a stalker, but he didn't know who it was."
"He didn't have any suspicions? None at all?"
"He thought it was someone at work, since the majority of the time he felt like he was being followed he was at work or coming home from work. And someone kept sabotaging his janitorial cart."
"If he was being stalked, why didn't he come to us?" Morris questioned.
"Joel didn't have anything concrete, just the feeling that he was being watched."
"Sounds like a garden variety paranoia."
"It's not paranoia if someone is actually out to get you, is it?" Mike sarced back at him.
The detective's demeanor cooled even more.
"I'm sure that you wish to cooperate fully in order to find your friend."
"I've told you all I know."
"You find it doubtful that we'll find him."
"He thought he was going to die. I believed him."
Morris sighed. "I suppose I take a look at the place. You are free to go, but we'll be contacting you if we have any further questions.
"Thank you for you time." Mike said as he left the room.
Guilty as hell, Morris thought.
Following his suspicion, Morris collected a CSI, Kyle Faraday, and headed to Robinson's apartment. He collected the key from the building supervisor and they went in.
"He left the facuet on?" the Faraday asked as he moved towards the sink.
"Nelson must of thought that it would help us to construct a time line." Morris said as he entered the apartment. Besides the water, and the beginnings of water damage, the place seemed neat. No obvious sign of struggle, but since their prime suspect had access to the apartment, there wouldn't be any.
"It looks like he was telling the truth on how long the guy's been missing, since it would take two days for that faucet to cause that much damage. Washed away all the trace on the floor though, probably."
"You can still tell if there was any blood, right?"
"As long as no one bleached the carpet, sure."
Moriss quickly checked the apartment, but there was no one there except for them. "All clear." he told Faraday.
"You said the guy that reported him missing was his friend, right?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know about you, but I don't generally kiss my friends." Faraday showed the picture to Morris. "Hello, main suspect."
After they had finished processing the apartment, Faraday went back to the lab and Morris started interviewing the neighbors.
"Hello, Ms. Lee. I'd like to ask you some questions about your neighbor, Joel Robinson?" Morris asked.
"Uh, Joel? I didn't know him too well. I think he worked nights, since he was coming home when I was going out for my morning jog. We'd say hello but that's about it." she replied
"Did anything unusual happen in the last few days?
"Like the car?"
"What car?"
"A few months ago, I started noticing that sometimes when I'm out on my jog, I see a black beater with someone sitting inside of it is parked across the street."
"Do you know what make or model?"
"I'm no good with years, but I do know that it was a Ford pinto."
"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you any more.
"Thank's for your cooperation."
The rest of the neighbors were a wash out. Morris didn't bother going back to the station before calling Nelson.
"Hello, Mr. Nelson? This is Detective Morris, and I was wondering what kind of car do you drive?"
"A black Pinto. Why?"
"A neighbor reported to seeing a car around, and I seeing if it was your car.
Time to call in for a warrant.
"You have a warrant to search my apartment and my car?" Mike confusedly asked the dectective.
"We just want to rule you out as a suspect."
"I was the one that reported him missing."
"Lot's of people kill their significant others, and we're just making sure that you didn't.
Morris watched Mike as he stood, tight lipped and grey, as the CSIs searched his apartment.
"One of the drawers in the nightstand is locked." Faraday said to Mike. "We would like you to open it."
"You don't need to look in there." Mike said.
Morris pounced on Mike's reluctance. "We need to make sure that you aren't hiding anything from us." An angry look flicked over Mike's face for a moment, but was replaced again with the same blank look that he had worn since the team came into the apartment. The three of them went into the bedroom, and Mike started unlocking the drawer.
"There's nothing in there." Mike insisted again.
"We'll be the judge of that." Morris replied.
Cards. The entire drawer was filled with valtine's cards and other small mementos of the man's relationship. Morris's hope for a break like a stone.
"I told you." Mike said flatly.
The CSI finished his work without further incident, and Faraday reported to Morris. "I didn't find anything that might point to a struggle here. There wasn't anything suspicious in the car either."
Morris sighed.
A month later, Morris was no closer to having a single clue other than "the stalker" who drove a black pinto. The company that Robinson worked for stated that Joel had left the premises, and provided security tapes to prove it. There were no abandond vechicals on the strech of road between Gizmonics and Robinson's apartment. There were no unclaimed bodies in any of the morgues that matched his discrption. It was time to admit defeat.
"We can't find the car, there's no evidence at the apartment, there's no evidence at the boyfriend's apartment. He bank account hasn't been accessed and his credit cards hasn't been used. There's nothing. It's like he just ceased to exist." Morris said to himself.
He picked up the phone and dialed. "Mr. Nelson? Hello, it's Detective Morris."
"I know who it is."
"I am calling to let you know that we are no longer actively investigating the case into Joel Robinson's disappearance."
"I see."
"If we get any tips, however, they will be looked into."
"Thank you for you time." Mike hung up.
Morris hung up the telephone as well. For a guy that was innocent, Nelson acted guilty enough, Morrison thought as he moved on to his next case.
I call this version of the plot "Before Next Sunday AD: The Sixth Day Violation Mix" because it's the sixth retelling of the same story, and the naming of it after a Arnold Swartzenagger movie just makes it all the more mockable.
It was all up to the DA now, Detective Ian Morris thought as he wrapped up another successful case. Then a missing persons file crossed his desk. "He's waiting in the interview room B" the station's secretary said.
"That was fast."
"I guess it is the season for people to go missing." she said as she walked back to her desk. Morris grabbed the file and started reviewing it as he himself walked towards the interview room.
"Hello, I'm Detective Ian Morris, and I'm the one looking into your friend's disappearance.
"Hello." Mike replied.
"I think we should start with when you last saw Joel."
"We were going to get to gether to have supper last night, and he didn't show up or call. I went over to his apartment, and he wasn't there either. But he had left the faucet on, and the carpet was completely soaked. At the rate that the faucet was going, he had to have been gone for a while, probably more than a day."
"Was it possible he was visiting family?"
"No. His parents died a few years ago and he never mentioned any siblings."
"Do you have any suspicions on what could have happened to him?"
"Joel thought that he had a stalker, but he didn't know who it was."
"He didn't have any suspicions? None at all?"
"He thought it was someone at work, since the majority of the time he felt like he was being followed he was at work or coming home from work. And someone kept sabotaging his janitorial cart."
"If he was being stalked, why didn't he come to us?" Morris questioned.
"Joel didn't have anything concrete, just the feeling that he was being watched."
"Sounds like a garden variety paranoia."
"It's not paranoia if someone is actually out to get you, is it?" Mike sarced back at him.
The detective's demeanor cooled even more.
"I'm sure that you wish to cooperate fully in order to find your friend."
"I've told you all I know."
"You find it doubtful that we'll find him."
"He thought he was going to die. I believed him."
Morris sighed. "I suppose I take a look at the place. You are free to go, but we'll be contacting you if we have any further questions.
"Thank you for you time." Mike said as he left the room.
Guilty as hell, Morris thought.
Following his suspicion, Morris collected a CSI, Kyle Faraday, and headed to Robinson's apartment. He collected the key from the building supervisor and they went in.
"He left the facuet on?" the Faraday asked as he moved towards the sink.
"Nelson must of thought that it would help us to construct a time line." Morris said as he entered the apartment. Besides the water, and the beginnings of water damage, the place seemed neat. No obvious sign of struggle, but since their prime suspect had access to the apartment, there wouldn't be any.
"It looks like he was telling the truth on how long the guy's been missing, since it would take two days for that faucet to cause that much damage. Washed away all the trace on the floor though, probably."
"You can still tell if there was any blood, right?"
"As long as no one bleached the carpet, sure."
Moriss quickly checked the apartment, but there was no one there except for them. "All clear." he told Faraday.
"You said the guy that reported him missing was his friend, right?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know about you, but I don't generally kiss my friends." Faraday showed the picture to Morris. "Hello, main suspect."
After they had finished processing the apartment, Faraday went back to the lab and Morris started interviewing the neighbors.
"Hello, Ms. Lee. I'd like to ask you some questions about your neighbor, Joel Robinson?" Morris asked.
"Uh, Joel? I didn't know him too well. I think he worked nights, since he was coming home when I was going out for my morning jog. We'd say hello but that's about it." she replied
"Did anything unusual happen in the last few days?
"Like the car?"
"What car?"
"A few months ago, I started noticing that sometimes when I'm out on my jog, I see a black beater with someone sitting inside of it is parked across the street."
"Do you know what make or model?"
"I'm no good with years, but I do know that it was a Ford pinto."
"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you any more.
"Thank's for your cooperation."
The rest of the neighbors were a wash out. Morris didn't bother going back to the station before calling Nelson.
"Hello, Mr. Nelson? This is Detective Morris, and I was wondering what kind of car do you drive?"
"A black Pinto. Why?"
"A neighbor reported to seeing a car around, and I seeing if it was your car.
Time to call in for a warrant.
"You have a warrant to search my apartment and my car?" Mike confusedly asked the dectective.
"We just want to rule you out as a suspect."
"I was the one that reported him missing."
"Lot's of people kill their significant others, and we're just making sure that you didn't.
Morris watched Mike as he stood, tight lipped and grey, as the CSIs searched his apartment.
"One of the drawers in the nightstand is locked." Faraday said to Mike. "We would like you to open it."
"You don't need to look in there." Mike said.
Morris pounced on Mike's reluctance. "We need to make sure that you aren't hiding anything from us." An angry look flicked over Mike's face for a moment, but was replaced again with the same blank look that he had worn since the team came into the apartment. The three of them went into the bedroom, and Mike started unlocking the drawer.
"There's nothing in there." Mike insisted again.
"We'll be the judge of that." Morris replied.
Cards. The entire drawer was filled with valtine's cards and other small mementos of the man's relationship. Morris's hope for a break like a stone.
"I told you." Mike said flatly.
The CSI finished his work without further incident, and Faraday reported to Morris. "I didn't find anything that might point to a struggle here. There wasn't anything suspicious in the car either."
Morris sighed.
A month later, Morris was no closer to having a single clue other than "the stalker" who drove a black pinto. The company that Robinson worked for stated that Joel had left the premises, and provided security tapes to prove it. There were no abandond vechicals on the strech of road between Gizmonics and Robinson's apartment. There were no unclaimed bodies in any of the morgues that matched his discrption. It was time to admit defeat.
"We can't find the car, there's no evidence at the apartment, there's no evidence at the boyfriend's apartment. He bank account hasn't been accessed and his credit cards hasn't been used. There's nothing. It's like he just ceased to exist." Morris said to himself.
He picked up the phone and dialed. "Mr. Nelson? Hello, it's Detective Morris."
"I know who it is."
"I am calling to let you know that we are no longer actively investigating the case into Joel Robinson's disappearance."
"I see."
"If we get any tips, however, they will be looked into."
"Thank you for you time." Mike hung up.
Morris hung up the telephone as well. For a guy that was innocent, Nelson acted guilty enough, Morrison thought as he moved on to his next case.