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"Well, then let's just give the voices a big middle finger and get to it hm?"
Walking with Joan out of her small apartment he was careful to give her the same sort of 'distance' that he'd give a friend. He was careful of how the public might perceive his relationship with Joan, and while maybe some day after this case was over, it might be more acceptable for her to be with him openly, It would be very dangerous for them to be together and get caught. Part of him could only imagine what damage Joan's sister would do to him as far as his job. Hell if anyone caught wind of it, he'd be in deep shit.
But wasn't that the thing? Did he really give a damn? Yes...and No. He loved being a cop, he enjoyed helping people, it was really the only thing since his family died that kept him going. And now he was putting it at risk. Yes, they'd only slept together once, no.. twice two wonderful experiences and that had 'felt' sooo good to be with someone, someone who wanted him. Joan was a fellow broken soul who'd lost so much, had so much taken from her, just as he had, he'd lost everything, and now was a shade of his former self. Ask anyone he knew, ask old friends, he'd fallen into himself... And now this case, and Joan had slowly brought him out of his shell, at least a little.
Watching the sway of her hips as he let her walk in front of him, Elli, thought of less than honorable things at that moment, then spied the boots she was wearing. He was glad she was wearing them, glad she'd allowed him to help her in such a small way. Each footprint made a distinct impression in the snow, and in forensics they'd been taking shoe impressions for years...
Which made him think back to the last scene.. how the fuck did the killer sneak up on the latest victim? There'd be foot prints everywhere... at least... you'd think so.. unless.
"Holy fuck..."
Elli had to get back to the crime scene.. and fast....
As soon as they'd reached the side of the truck he rushed to the driver's side, gave Joan but just a moment to get buckled in before he through the beast in reverse and backed out of his spot, then pulled away and started speeding across town. Fuck if it didn't make sense now... maybe.. it was thin very thin... VERY thin..
"I think I figured out how the killer left no tracks at the last crime scene... "
Walking with Joan out of her small apartment he was careful to give her the same sort of 'distance' that he'd give a friend. He was careful of how the public might perceive his relationship with Joan, and while maybe some day after this case was over, it might be more acceptable for her to be with him openly, It would be very dangerous for them to be together and get caught. Part of him could only imagine what damage Joan's sister would do to him as far as his job. Hell if anyone caught wind of it, he'd be in deep shit.
But wasn't that the thing? Did he really give a damn? Yes...and No. He loved being a cop, he enjoyed helping people, it was really the only thing since his family died that kept him going. And now he was putting it at risk. Yes, they'd only slept together once, no.. twice two wonderful experiences and that had 'felt' sooo good to be with someone, someone who wanted him. Joan was a fellow broken soul who'd lost so much, had so much taken from her, just as he had, he'd lost everything, and now was a shade of his former self. Ask anyone he knew, ask old friends, he'd fallen into himself... And now this case, and Joan had slowly brought him out of his shell, at least a little.
Watching the sway of her hips as he let her walk in front of him, Elli, thought of less than honorable things at that moment, then spied the boots she was wearing. He was glad she was wearing them, glad she'd allowed him to help her in such a small way. Each footprint made a distinct impression in the snow, and in forensics they'd been taking shoe impressions for years...
Which made him think back to the last scene.. how the fuck did the killer sneak up on the latest victim? There'd be foot prints everywhere... at least... you'd think so.. unless.
"Holy fuck..."
Elli had to get back to the crime scene.. and fast....
As soon as they'd reached the side of the truck he rushed to the driver's side, gave Joan but just a moment to get buckled in before he through the beast in reverse and backed out of his spot, then pulled away and started speeding across town. Fuck if it didn't make sense now... maybe.. it was thin very thin... VERY thin..
"I think I figured out how the killer left no tracks at the last crime scene... "