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Post by sark on Oct 28, 2006 16:08:01 GMT -5
"I want my lawyer", Sark said as the cops threw him into a chair. "Listen to this one- he wants his lawyer!" The sound of the cop's harsh laughter filled the room. Sark was hit across the face by a heavy gloved fist. "Listen, you son of a bitch, we don't have to treat scum like you according to the law. You raped and killed an innocent woman!" Sark scowled at them. "Do I look like the type of fellow who has to force his way into bed? I think I'm insulted." The cop threw a series of photos onto the desk in front of him. "That wasn't me", Sark whispered. "I was framed." "We'll be back for your confession." Sark was thrown in a cell and the door was slammed shut.
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2006 16:34:47 GMT -5
I spoke to the police guarding the new prisoner. They showed me what evidence they had- all of it circumstancial, but still convincing. I looked through the bars. The young man certainly looked the part of a sociopath.
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Post by sark on Oct 28, 2006 16:37:21 GMT -5
*Sark recognized the woman as the Opera House Detective. Through the window, he motioned to her to speak with him.*
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2006 16:40:08 GMT -5
I noticed that the man was trying to get my attention. I asked the guards if I could briefly speak with the prisoner. Naturally, they were reluctant, but agreed upon the condition that I be accompanied by an officer. I sat down in a chair and waited for the prisoner to be brought out.
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Post by sark on Oct 28, 2006 16:44:19 GMT -5
*Sark was thrown roughly into a chair, handcuffed and flanked by two guards. He looked up at Irene, pleading.* I didn't do it. I was framed.
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Post by Sydney on Oct 28, 2006 16:47:45 GMT -5
((Ask for WINE! LOL! Do you want Syd in here?))
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2006 16:53:21 GMT -5
((These cops aren't quite as hospitable as Sloane was. )) "I'm sorry", I said. "I can't help you. This is a police case; it's out of my hands."
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Post by Sydney on Oct 28, 2006 16:57:23 GMT -5
((LOL! Sark betrayed Kasinau for a glass of wine...Am I the only one that finds that extremely sexy??? )) Syd walked through the door of the prison and demanded to talk with Irene. "What'd he do this time?" she asked casually.
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2006 17:00:46 GMT -5
((Sigh...)) I turned to Sydney. "The police say he raped and murdered the woman who was to be my receptionist. He says he was framed. The evidence against him isn't airtight, but it is impressive."
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Post by Sydney on Oct 28, 2006 17:04:09 GMT -5
"What?" Syd took a look at the pictures then looked at Sark with disgust.
"Hang on." Syd thought for a moment. "Honestly speaking, how reliable are these people? I mean, the police."
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Post by sark on Oct 28, 2006 17:09:57 GMT -5
*Sark gritted his teeth* Once again, I would like to state that I am innocent of this matter. I come into the Opera House, see a woman lying dead on the ground, then the next thing I know I'm being handcuffed and led out by men carrying weopens. I never saw that woman before in my life.
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Post by Sydney on Oct 28, 2006 17:13:06 GMT -5
Syd ignored Sark, "Irene, think about it. Raoul has this whole town wrapped around his finger. And who do we know to have a self-control problem? It wasn't Sark."
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2006 17:16:08 GMT -5
"I guess it's possible. You'd think he'd have stopped drinking by now, but some guys never change. Couldn't have been Dracula- there'd be bite marks."
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Post by Sydney on Oct 28, 2006 17:20:48 GMT -5
"I'm convinced that it isn't a drinking problem. I think it's multiple personality disorder. Rolo might have figured a way to come out without the aid of alcohol. It's completely possible." Syd looked a Sark, "I'm pretty sure you've learned how to profile suspects. Blinking in rapid intervals, dilated pupils--" She went over and quickly checked Sark's pulse by pressing two fingers into the side of his neck, "Elevated pluse...Sark's innocent."
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Post by Irene on Oct 28, 2006 17:48:39 GMT -5
"It's a sign in his favor, but not enoug to aquit him." I looked into his face, trying to read something in it. But he only stared back at me, scowling, his cold eyes never wavering.
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