Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2012 3:53:24 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // i never count // tagged // a.j. faraday i need help to get through, T H E D E V I L I S I N M Y B E D Lola tossed her head back against the hard wood of the bench that was currently serving as her very uncomfortable seat. Her thick tendrils of auburn hair drifted over the harsh wood. A deep heave of her chest filled her lungs briefly with crisp air. It felt so nice to get out of the office. Those poorly painted walls could get suffocating. She'd spent enough time at her desk doing busywork that she had learned and re-learned all the patterns on the wall and ceiling. Once she started dreaming about those repetitive patterns she realized it was about time she started taking some serious initiative. She couldn't take another day cutting her fingers on all the other detectives's paperwork. It was about time she start cutting her fingers on her own. A particularly interesting case (at least more interesting than others) had crossed her desk recently, the Farraday murder. John Farraday, a bookie and a gambler, had been recently found murdered; shot in the back of the head, actually. Lola knew it was one of the gangs around town that had done him in, not necessarily a personal vendetta, just from looking at the reports on it. No one had closed the case yet and there just seemed to be too many witnesses that no one was interviewing. She had figured this was the best case for her to take charge of personally. The next day she had ventured to the luitentent's office and practically begged to be put in charge of it. He agreed to let her head it, but she was sure it was really because he was getting tired of her excessive nagging; and the fact that not too many cops were jumping at the opportunity to solve the murderer of a gambler. That sort of thought never stopped Lola. Everyone deserved justice, even the guys at the bottom of the chain. Plus, Farraday still had a family, people that might depend on the discovery of his murderer. She could at least work to give all of them some peace of mind. That peace of mind was actually the reason why she was at the park this very afternoon. The eldest Farraday son, Anthony Julian or A.J., had requested to meet with the lead detective investigating the murder. She didn't have much to give him, other than the fact that she had a hunch (yes, a mere hunch) that either the Russians or the Italians were responsible. So, she hoped that he could enlighten her on a few things. She'd only been on the case for a week at the most. She'd told him to meet her at the park, that'd she'd be on one of the benches near the east entrance. Lola lifted her head and raided a finger to rest against her temple while her elbow found a place on the back of the bench. She couldn't quite think of an appropriate place to discuss the case. A bar was out of the question, a restuarant felt too awkward, and a coffee shop was too public. A park seemed alright. The air was fresh and there weren't too many curious ears. She didn't really care where they met, just as long as it wasn't at the presinct. She could just imagine all the boys giving her shit the whole time she was questioning her source. They'd never actually let her get any work done. And worst of all, they probably would have come right out and told A.J. Farraday that she was the Detective Winter of L.A. crime scandal fame. She couldn't have that come out right away...it would come out eventually, it always did, but she preferred to start things off on the right foot. She crossed her left leg over right, pulling her skirt further down her thighs so that she'd look more professional and less like a woman of the night. She loved her skirts too tight sometimes. She patted her hair slightly, making sure there wasn't a strand out of place. She desperately wanted to make a good impression. This case had all the potential of being her big break. notes // Hope this works! |
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