[Sodium_noir] Exploring Gotham - Saturday Eventing

[Eric Magnuson]

Cash, Detective Connolly
Gangrel, Mortal
GPD HQ

Cash arrived five minutes early for the appointment,,
no need to make this worse than necessary by being
late.  Parking his bike on the side of the road he
checks one last time to make sure he's unarmed - the
last thing he wanted was a firefight in the police
station.  Walking to the front doors, he tried to
ignore the looks from the cops leaving through this
door, but he felt them anyway, almost boring into his
back, the seemed to recognize him from the sketch - or
did most people not come in a this hour?

Walking through the door, Cash crossed the dimly lit
foyer to the relatively well lit desk.  "I have an
appointment with Detective Connolly, the name is
Joshua Cash."  The sergeant looked up and did a double
take, gesturing to a bench along the wall nearby, he
said, "Have a seat, I'll tell him you're here."

As Cash crossed the room to the worn bench, he heard
the sergeant push buttons on the phone  and say, "He's
here."

A few minutes later a man came through the door to the
left of the desk, acknowledging the desk sergeant, he
walked right over to Cash, "Mr. Cash, I'm Detective
Connolly," the new arrival said, extending his hand to
Cash, "I would like to thank you for coming in."

Cash stood and followed Connolly through the door he
came in, following him through a maze of corridors
that would make a normal person lost, ending up at a
plain wooden door.  "Let's talk in here," Connolly
said, opening the door, the faint sign on the door
reading 'Interrogation 1.'

Inside was a typical interrogation room, single light
bulb fixture, a table and a couple chairs - and the
two-way mirror.  Gesturing to the chair on the left,
facing the mirror, Connolly sat with his back to it. 
When they were seated, Cash got his first real look at
the detective.  He was dressed in plain clothes, but
they were rather unkempt, the holster of his gun
peeking from under his coat, the man had short brown
hair and green eyes.  They spend a few minutes sizing
each other up.

"So, Mr. Cash," Connolly began, "What do you have to
tell me about the murder?"  Cash smiled faintly, the
replied, "You probably know more than I do, Detective,
after all, I just saw the aftermath."  He paused, "You
really don't think that I killed him, do you?  Other
witnesses would have seem me covered in blood if I
had."  Connolly nodded slightly, this Cash was good,
almost too good, "I just want to hear your
impressions, you were the only person seen leaving the
body after it was discovered."  "All right, I was in
the park enjoying the cool night air, when I heard a
scream.  Running to the source, I saw the person who
found the body holding a blood-stained red rose and
the mutilated corpse on the ground."  Here Connolly
interrupted, "How did you know that the victim was
dead not just injured?"  Cash shook his head, "I used
to be in the military, I've seem my share of corpses,
and if he hadn't been dead, he would have been soon. 
The blood was beginning to get to me, so I left the
scene to call the police, but before I could call, I
heard the sirens of the cruiser responding to someone
else's call."  "Did anyone see you in the park before
the scream?" Connolly asked.  This was going to be a
difficult question to answer, Cash wasn't sure how Ms.
Unfeusceit would like being dragged into this as an
alibi, still, he couldn't help her if he meet his
final death in a jail cell, "I was talking to a woman,
she gave me her card," he carefully reached into his
pocket, not wanting to alarm the cops watching through
the mirror, and handed it to Connolly, "I would like
it back, we were discussing business opportunities in
Gotham, before that, I had been at Club Harlequin, I'm
sure the doorman will probably remember seeing me
leave."  There, alibis for the time of the killing, he
hoped.  Connolly jotted the name and number on the pad
in front of him.  "We'll check on these, are you
staying in town?" Connolly asked.  This would be a
hard question to answer, "I don't have a place yet, I
can give you my card with my cell phone number on it,
I can be reached there.  Will that be enough?" 
Connolly looked unsure, "I have a meeting later
tonight with Mr. Montoya, I'm sure he will vouch for
me after the meeting."  I hope, we'll have to see. 
Connolly seemed satisfied, for the moment, "OK, just
stay in Gotham, Mr. Cash, in case we need to talk to
you again."  Clearly unconvinced, but a least he
wasn't being locked up.  Things were looking a bit
better after all.

TBC

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