Before I left the pool area, I looked back at Neils. "Well, the keys are probably with the rest of Biff's possessions. Since he was the principal, he probably let himself in." I then left the room and waled dwn the hall towards the lounge.
OCC "Eddie" might want to check his post. The dep couldn't make it, Reggie is there with a crying Betty, and the others haven't made it back yet. Shhh, I won't tell anyone.
"It's ok, it's ok." He held onto her tightly, as she sobbed into him. Tears welled up in his own eyes, sympathy for her, not for the dead man. He could care less that Biff had finally kicked the bucket. Betty didn't deserve this though, not by a long shot.
"It's ok." He kept repeating those words. It was a mantra, the words themselves were useless, and a bit obligatory. It wasn't ok, it was very far from ok. It was actually very fucked up at the moment, but he couldn't say that to her. He needed her calm and collected right now.
"You have friends, we're all here to help you through this. Don't worry, you will be taken care of. I know you will, come on, sit down. I don't want you to fall or anything. Just try to breathe and relax. The ambulance is coming, and the police are already here. You have got everybody working for you sweety, just for you."
Reggie wasn't sure if this was true or not, but he hated to see those big beautiful eyes of hers cloud up with tears. Already her mascara was running down her cheeks, he tried to wipe one away, but it only smeared more.
I shrugged, trying to appear cool, but not liking the concept that the cop felt my shoes were relevant. Why would he, save if he thought I mihgt have had something to do with all of this?
I untied them, took them off, then stuffed my wet socks into them before placing them at the cops feet.
I felt foolish standing there, shifting from one bare foot to the other.
I looked the body over real quick, not really surprised with what I saw there. Looked like a dead body. Explains the word "homicide" doesn't it? I thought, but kept my words to myself.
My heart was picking up speed, and I glanced away, not daring to shift my eyes to those of the cop,
"Yes," I agreed, as the suggestin was made. "We should get out of here. This is starting to creep me out."
Neils felt badly on one hand for taking the guys shoes...but then again, he'd feel worse if in court he had to admitt he noted the wet shoes and didn't take them. Carefully he put them into two large ziplocks and left them at the scene.
"There's probablly a lost and found in the office, and you can find something there in the meantime." He offered weakly. As they exited the building his deputy pulled up and he motioned him over.
"This is a crime scene, and I want it blocked off totally. After I talk to these folks I'm going to take some photos of the scene and the area. Don't let the ambulence guys in there until I've done that. Got me?"
His deputy, a skinny tall redheaded man, nodded and headed back to his car for the crime scene tape. He was very good at his job, very through. Too bad he didn't have the slightest spark of imagination a really good cop needed.
Following the small group into the teachers lounge and damned if he didn't see Reggie Jackson comforting the newly widowed Betty Anderson.
I walked into the lounge and saw Reggie comforting Betty. I decided t stay tp myself, so I found a chair and sat down. After a few minutes, the sherriff came in with the rest of the group. I looked at him and said, "Okay, Neils, what's gonna happen now?"
Alyssa followed the sheriff and the rest of the group to where Betty was crying against Reggie's shirt. Clutching the towel tightly around her she tried not to think of the sheriff taking her gloves. It didn't mean anything, she told herself over and over again. How she wished she had just stayed home.
(OCC, I usually do most of my posting on Saturday, but last week had a training. Please feel free to do any 'move along's or 'flashbacks' without me.)
Neils looked at the group before him and sighed. Big group. Normally he'd try to seperate them and question them so they couldn't cross reference each others stories....
"Ok, is this everyone that was here at the time?" At Reggies nod Neils flipped open his notebook and made a few notications. "Ok, I'm going to need you all to give me your name, address, phone number where you can be reached and why your here today."
He looked at Betty and Reggie. "I know some of you personally, and some of you I don't. So I want all of you to answer the questions. Also, it'd be wise of you all not to leave town until this is cleared up."
He hated saying that, it sounded so ...old Hollywood.