Sasha Gray
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Post by Sasha Gray on Jan 9, 2013 20:01:17 GMT -8
« Thread Started on Nov 24, 2012, 3:11pm » Vanessa Holmes was found in the alley between Western and First Avenues, about midpoint between Bay and Eagle Streets, Monday November 12th at approximately 3:45 AM. She was forty percent sanguinated. There were two puncture wounds at her throat, that showed signs of blunt force trauma. She was seventeen, a straight A student, and had no boy friend issues. She had not been raped. Lividity showed that she had been killed where she was found. She had been dead between two and six hours when found by a maintenance man from the Versailles apartment building at 3023 First Avenue. She lived on the other side of the city, in the exclusive Broadmoor community. Came from a wealthy family. Her parents had thought she was at friend from high school's house. Friend's name is Rachel Morgan. Her statement is that she knows of no reason why anyone would want harm Vanessa, and that she and Vanessa often used each other as an excuse to duck out and visit with some boy or other. She has no description, Vanessa had not yet given her the '411' on the boy, only that he was a musician with a 'voice to die for'. Vanessa was dumped three and a half miles away from a popular music venue, called Studio Seven. So far, this is our best, our only concrete, lead.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Jan 9, 2013 20:01:43 GMT -8
Re: Vanessa Holmes « Reply #1 on Nov 25, 2012, 12:09am » Sasha M Gray: Once they reached the precinct, Gray led Alex into interrogation, and removed her cuffs, slipping them back into the pouch on her belt. She'd gotten a cup of coffee, and took her time with it, letting him cool his heels for a little while. When she stepped in, she set the files down on the table, then her coffee, and then she leaned back to look at him.
Alex Vipond: Brought in, seated, left to his own devices, he looked around, taking in the room, the soundproofing on the walls, the camera in the corner, the mirror that had someone behind it, watching him. Male, from the heart rate. And well on his way to a massive coronary if he didn't lay off the donuts. When Sasha came in, he was calm, the confusion having evaporated in the car. Now he was simply determined to get this done and over with as soon as possible. He was missing a clam bake, damn it.
Sasha M Gray: She flipped the first folder open, slid the pictures out before him on the table. All of them, the high school shot, the crime scene shots, the picture of her in the morgue, lying so still, and looking almost like she was asleep. "Do you recognize this girl?"
Alex Vipond: Alex drew in a breath, more to catch her scent than express his boredom. He didn't want her thinking he was being disrespectful. Leaning forward, he studied the pictures, in progression, from the high school photo, on through to the morgue shot. He was slow, and thorough, thinking back as to whether or not he'd seen her, ever. He looked back at the high school photo and picked it up, taking a closer look. "This one could be a girl that's been to Studio Seven. Javier gets a lot of kids there, but it's all above board. They're not served drinks and security is on hand to make sure everything stays cool."
Sasha M Gray: One brow rose as she regarded him. He just admitted to having at least seen, if not known, the victim. "When was the last time you saw her?" He was looking better and better as the suspect. She should have been happy. Why wasn't she?
Alex Vipond: He looked back down at the picture, the edge of it touched, turned, and then slid over with the rest as he shook his head. "I couldn't tell you, specifically. Any time between now and the seventeenth. Like I said, Javier gets a lot of kids in. Sadly, after a while, they tend to blur."
Sasha M Gray: They blur? The smarmy little bastard. If that brow rose any higher, it would blend with her bangs. "Why the seventeenth?" She slid the photos around on the table. It was a suggestive move, meant to draw his eyes back to them.
Alex Vipond: It worked, too. He looked back down at the pictures, then back up at her. "I was in Paris until the seventeenth. I caught a flight out of Charles de Gaul to JFK, and from there to Chicago O'Hare, then on into SeaTac."
Sasha M Gray: Well fuck. Her expression didn't change, even if she did have mixed feelings on it. "You do understand that we will have to verify that." She paused and then continued. "Have there been any of the girls at the Studio that have gotten unwanted attention, or an overabundance of attention from anyone you can think of?"
Alex Vipond: He tried to recall anything unusual. "There was some dude there last night. He was getting a little close to a friend of mine, when I was up on stage. Asher took care of him. Kneecapped him, in fact."
Sasha M Gray: She wrote that name down, and what Alex had said about him knee capping someone for getting too close to a girl. "Asher, do you have a last name on Asher?" She looked up from the note pad to regard him.
Alex Vipond: Alex regarded her for a long moment, mouth opening to reply, then he scowled. "No, I don't. I don't even have a number on him. But I do know someone who does. I can ask her for his contact information." He looked back down at the photograph. "So who is she?" He looked back up at Sasha.
Sasha M Gray: "Vanessa Holmes. High school student. Straight A's. Debate team. She would have been Valedictorian of her class. Killed in an alley, not three miles from your hang out." She let that sink in as she watched him.
Alex Vipond: "Damn..." he regarded the picture again. "Why did you think I had anything to do with it? Or would know anything about it? I mean, you didn't just toss a dart and come up with my name. There are twenty studios at Studio Seven, and almost all are rented out. Some are daily or hourly, but there are at least half a dozen long term rentals. So why my name out of all the regulars who hang out there?"
Sasha M Gray: She leaned in, and lowered her voice. "Because I am willing to bet that you're one of the few who hang out there, that has a severe aversion to sunlight." She leaned back. "Am I right?" She was both fearful of his answer and oddly exhilarated. It was kind of like having living... nearly so, proof of every myth and legend about... them, right in front of her.
Alex Vipond: "A lot of people have aversions to sunlight. It's why they move to Seattle in the first place." He nodded, not admitting to anything until she came right out and said it.
Sasha M Gray: She regarded him a moment, then rose, taking her chair with her into the corner. She stood on it, and tipped the camera upward, then stepped down and closed the blinds on the window. Moving back to the table, she sat on the edge and leaned forward, eyes on his, voice low, almost conspiratorial. "You're a vampire."
Alex Vipond: He watched her move about the room, dragging the chair, tipping the camera, closing the blinds and then, she was moving back toward him. It was on the tip his tongue to ask if this was when he got the more thorough body search. However he didn't think now would be the most appropriate time for that kind of humor. When she asked that question, he leaned in, eyes on hers, a very soft spoken, "Yes." given. He watched her then as that sunk in, wondering what she would do. Most would freak the fuck out. She didn't seem the kind though that stood on chairs and screamed over scary things.
Sasha M Gray: Okay so she didn't really know what to say to that. Hi, how are you? seemed a little out there. She just stared at him, as she tried to process it. She'd thought she was ready to hear it. She'd thought wrong. "How is that even possible?"
Alex Vipond: "It's an ordeal." he nodded. "You gotta go to school, for like six years. Then there's a big test you have to take, then, if you're lucky, a firm will hire you...." He paused, "Wait. That's how you become a lawyer."
Sasha M Gray: She looked at him, then pressed her lips together as the corners turned up, despite her attempts to the contrary. "One blood sucker same as the next?" And then a knock sounded on the door and she slid from the table, moving toward it look out at the uniform on the other side. Apparently the man she'd been looking for, the other one, was here to see her. Now if that wasn't just unnerving. She nodded to the man, then looked back at Alex. "Well, thank you for your time." She paused and pursed her lips, gave a slight chew to the inside corner of her mouth as she did so. "Sorry about the perp walk. Just being cautious."
Alex Vipond: "Understood." He rose and moved toward her, pausing as he got close. "But FYI... the cuffs, wouldn't necessarily hold." He shrugged. "Didn't want you to have a false sense of security." He refrained from dropping that into gutter, but it was difficult not to. "So I can go now?"
Sasha M Gray: "Yes. You may in fact go. If you like, I'll have a Uni drop you off at your car." She looked out the door to the uniform who had knocked and gestured to Alex. "Take him back to the pool hall and drop him off."
Alex Vipond: "Thanks." He nodded and stepped passed her, moving out of the interrogation room, falling into step with the uniformed officer who was going to give him a lift.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Jan 9, 2013 20:07:01 GMT -8
Re: Rachel and Vanessa, reunited. « Reply #1 on Dec 19, 2012, 6:18pm »
Sasha woke to the very urgent ringing of her phone. Reaching out blindly, she plucked it up as she peered bleary eyed at the clock. 3:21 AM. Nothing good ever came from a phone call at 3:21 AM.
"Gray." She listened as she rolled out of bed, phone pressed between shoulder and ear, as she grabbed her clothes and started dressing. She shifted the phone as needed, and then stopped altogether. "Wait, what? You're sure?" And then she was swearing under her breath. "On my way..."
She hung up, and finished getting dressed. Ten minutes later she was rolling up to the scene, reds and blues flashing, and mingling with the others from numerous vehicles in the area. She took a moment to study the area before she even got out of the car, then she gave it further scrutiny.
Wall to wall, asphalt to rooftop the alley was studied. "You know the drill, I want all video surveillance from these cameras, and all traffic cams in the area. And get those press hounds back from my scene..." The last thing they needed was headlines blazing about another vampire killing.
With everything else going on, a copy cat was not what they needed, the fang fan theory was a good one, though one would think anyone going to such lengths to emulate the real deal would get the dental work done. So far, that lead hadn't panned out, but those who offered such work were under surveillance on the chance their boy would show.
Gray approached the body, after slipping on a pair of surgical gloves pulled from her pocket. She crouched down and and studied the girl, Rachel Morgan, BFF to a deceased Vanessa Holmes, who died in the same manner in the same alley that Rachel now rested in. "Let me guess, forty percent sanguinated, two puncture wounds in the throat and blunt force trauma..."
The ME nodded, "Very good. Not the best part though. She was moved. She died on her side, and was later placed here on her back. I'd say TOD roughly 10 PM to 2 AM. I'll know more once I get her slabbed."
Gray nodded, reached out and brushed Rachel's hair back from her face. She then leaned in low over the girl, carefully inhaling her scent, any scents on her, under the guise of studying her. She leaned back then and nodded. "Huh." Rising, she started for the poor bastard who had found her, speaking over her shoulder to the ME as she moved. "Let me know what you find."
She'd talk to the same maintenance man who'd found Vanessa, once he got done swearing he was quitting his job and moving to Florida. After that she had parents to notify.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Feb 23, 2013 9:28:17 GMT -8
The case wrapped somewhat anticlimactically. A tip, from a woman renting an apartment to one Richard Hermann, had entered the premises for a routine inspection, and found suspicious items. The woman's report got Sasha a search warrant. The search warrant turned up trophies. Pints of blood from the two vics in the fridge. Items that had belonged to the girls. An arrest warrant was issued, and the man was taken, almost too peacefully, into custody.
He lawyered up immediately, refused to speak, but there was more than enough physical evidence to book him on two counts of murder. More charges would be pending as soon as the DA was done throwing the book at the perp. Sasha delivered the word to the parents of the two girls. Closure, was on the horizon, if there ever was such a thing, for a parent, who has lost a child.
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