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Arrested !!!!!!!!!!!!&; ( GASP)
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Topic Started: Sep 21 2010, 11:23 AM (303 Views)
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Jason
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Sep 21 2010, 11:23 AM
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Jason stood in his living room. He felt tired after all the traveling he had done the night before but it was for a good cause. He had spent the weekend partying with His old Pack in Alpine. The local Ulfric and one of Jason's closest friends turned fifty eight and wanted a big celebration for making it that far. So Jason had traveled up for the weekend and because he had work this morning he had to leave the night before for a near 10 hour drive. Work was slow and easy as always and he finished quickly so he could go home and get some rest. He didn't have a class this Monday so he took advantage of it and slept for a couple of hours
After waking up around 7 pm Jason decided he was hungry, so he got up to make himself something to eat. As he entered the kitchen he realized that His roommate Marcus hadn't gotten home yet from work. So he decided to make dinner and save his friend a plate. Jason figured chicken and potatoes would suffice for dinner so he got to sauteing the chicken. As he did so there was a nock on the door.
The smell of cooking chicken began to fill the house as he walked to the door. Jason didn't have many friends that came to visit his house. In fact aside from pack members no one ever came to his house this late in the day. "Maybe it was Strum" He thought to himself as he opened the door. However the face that greeted him was not Strums. A pair of men showing police badges stood in the doorway. One of them an older man with once black but now graying hair in a black suite stepped forward. " Are you Jason Sherai?" The investigator asked. Jason looked at the man with a puzzled look. Jason, To his knowledge hadn't done anything that would warrant a police visit. Still they were the police and Jason would cooperate with them.
" Yes I am. Is There something I can help you with officer." Jason said to the investigator, If there was one thing living with a federal marshal thought you it was to cooperate with the cops. It helped you stay out of trouble. However Jason Realized this wasn't a friendly visit. Looking passed the two officers he could see several police officers with guns standing at the ready. "Why would the police need to be armed if something wasn't wrong." He thought to himself before realizing that they were here for him. But why. The older investigator looked to his partner, A man in his early twenties with dark hair and a grey suit, and nodded to him. Then stepped forward.
" Jason Sherai we have a warrant for your arrest." The investigator said pulling out a paper which appeared to be the warrant the officer spoke of. Jason froze hearing this. He was sure He hadn't done anything that would get him this kind of trouble. He knew he wasn't guilty of anything but he wasn't about to run, Running only made things worse. But he wanted to know why. " Why?" He asked as the two of them came closer to him. It seemed they picked up that Jason wasn't going to run so the older of the two grabbed Jason's shoulder and turned him around The younger man began to read Jason his rights.
" Jason Sherai you are under arrest for the murder of Charles Hosteen Tso. You have The right to remain silent everything you say....." Jason was only able to comprehend the first of what the man said. Charles was dead, how could that be He had been at the mans house a day ago. How was that possible Shock took over. He was pulled out of his doorway by the investigator. As they walked away Three other officers entered the house. Probably to search the house but Jason couldn't care. Everything Seemed to be moving in slow motion around him Armed officers turning to keep an eye on him. Some reporters that had caught wind of the arrest arrived literally bounding out of there news vans to get there story. The spoke at the Investigators and at Jason but got no response from either of them. Cameras flashed and as Jason was helped into the back of the police car he realized just how bad this all was. He was in the worst trouble he could possibly be in. And it could only get worse.
The car ride to the police station was silent. Neither the officers nor Jason said anything. Jason fought to figure out what happened. Held back his emotions so he could think. How could he have died. He was the Ulfric. IF someone killed him it meant war. And it hadn't been a full moon. It wouldn't be the full moon for another two weeks So it couldn't have been the Fenrir. If it had been He would lose his right to take the ulfrics place. He didn't have much time to think about it. Or at least it didn't feel like it had been a long time but they were already at the police station and he still didn't have the slightest clue as to why.
Upon arriving at the police station he was brought immediately to the interrogation room. The escorting officer Told him to sit in the chair and he did then the officer left him in there and closed the door behind him. Jason Didn't move in the chair. Didn't stir or fidget as he normally would. He was still trying to grasp what exactly what he had gotten himself into. Or how they even thought to arrest him in the first place. If Charles And they arrested him that obviously thought he did it. But why. He didn't know but he was going to find out. One way or another.
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Guy
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Sep 27 2010, 01:27 PM
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An open folder spilled its contents across the desk. Guy sat reclined with his feet on the desk, examining everything carefully. A photograph of a middle-aged man sat on top of the pile: the suspect. They did not have much of a lead, but it was better than nothing. If this guy didn't do it, then they were in one hell of a bind. The family was going to want answers, they always did. Not like anyone could blame them. Four sliver bullets to the body was probably not the most pleasant way to die. All though death was not on the top of Guy's list to begin with, if he had a choice he would prefer not to be shot. Too much blood and pain. That was yet another reason that he was grateful to be in the office examining the evidence and not in this man's shoes.
Guy did his best to study everything in that folder. Honestly, he thought the killer had done the world a favor. The victim had been a shapeshifter. If it wasn't his job to bring this criminal to justice, he would probably slap him a high five and congratulate him. Vampires were bad, too, but at least they never pretended to be human. That was what really rubbed him the wrong way. It was expected of him to not let personal opinions get in the way of doing his job, but it was pretty damn hard sometimes. Yeah, he was great at his job, but it was not as easy as it looked to just let this one go. He was never going to get a promotion if he let his feelings get in the way of his judgment on this one.
Just as Guy was finishing up on the files someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" he shouted as he sat up right and removed his feet from the desk. They left a bit of dirt on the paper closest to the edge and he rushed to wipe it off. It wasn't one of the files, but instead a note he had written for Allaneya. It explained where he would be if she showed up and the office was empty. She probably wouldn't care, but he would if the roles were switched. It also had a simple request jotted down on it asking her to pick up something nice for Mary, the girl at the front desk. The door swung open. A police officer stood in the doorway. Guy's first thought was relief that he himself was no longer in uniform. That really had nothing to do with business, but it was the truth.
"The suspect has arrived. He's sitting in the interrogation room," the officer announced. Guy nodded and moved to stand and follow the man out of the room. Before he moved away from the desk he gathered up the files and stuffed them back into the folder. With it securely tucked under his arm, he was ready to hassle the suspect. His eyes flicked to his partner's desk before he followed the police officer out the door. On the way out he dropped the note and a twenty dollar bill on Allaneya's desk. He only hoped she wouldn't pocket the money and then refuse to do as he asked. She really had no obligation to him, but it would be nice of her.
A sigh puffed from his lips as he fell in line behind the officer. He was putting good faith in his new partner, and now it was time to focus on business. The officer led him to a door surrounded by suits. Both worked in his own department, and both were there to oversee the investigation. It wasn't that they didn't trust Guy to not go overboard, it was their job to stand there. A two-way mirror was settled into the wall to the left of the door. The suits would be watching from there, and they held radios. The radios were synchronized with a wire that Guy would wear while he was in the room. It helped the men to hear everything that was said. There would also be a tape recorder, but the wire was a backup.
All suited up and informed, Guy nodded at the men at the door before he opened it and stepped through. The suspect sat still in the chair he had been placed in. The officer had informed Guy that the man, Jason Sherai, had been cooperative to a fault. That was good news, because it was never good when a suspect fought back or struggled with the arresting officers. One of the many reasons he was thankful that he sat in an office most of the day was having to deliver and enforce an arrest warrant. He had requested a few, but never served any. It wasn't his job, and for that he was grateful.
Guy made his way over to sit across from Jason. He tossed the folder onto the desk and made no motion to correct it when it spilled open. By law, the suspect had every right to see the evidence they had against him. “So, Jason, is it?” he asked, all ready sure that was the man's name. “I assume you have been read your rights?” Once again, a question he all ready knew the answer to. It was a good way to test the man's demeanor; ask simple questions and simply wait for a response. Depending upon the mood and response of the man sitting across from him, Guy would know where to go and what to say next. He many not always be the most serious or reliable man, but he did his job well.
He stood and spun his chair around. His arms rested on the back of the chair as he sat down again. Perhaps being a bit more relaxed would dull Jason's sense of being threatened. There was no way to be sure that he felt threatened yet, but it was always best to assume first. If he made the man more comfortable being in that room then he might be more open to answering questions without too much of a hassle. “Why do you think you're here, Jason?” he asked. It was meant to break the ice even further, but it also helped to clarify what Jason thought was going on. Guy was not one to be misleading. Plus, sometimes basic questions like that lead to the suspect giving up more information that they should. The file said this man lived with a Federal Marshall, though, so it might be a bit harder using routine interrogation tactics on him.
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Jason
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Sep 28 2010, 11:52 AM
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Sitting alone in the interrogation room helped Jason regain himself. He was still in total disbelief that this could be happening. An old friend dead and they thought he did it. Jason was starting to get a grasp on what was happening. They had arrested him which meant that they had some kind of evidence that pointed him out as the killer. Jason knew he hadn't killed Charles though. He had turned and drove away that night. Charles waved to him in the fading red light from the taillights of Jason's truck. That was the last he had seen of him. Everyone at the party knew that Jason had escorted him home. So it seemed no one else knew if someone had gone to the house after that. Jason rose his hand to his forehead. He had to figure this out.
He started trying to figure out what kind of trouble he was in. Thinking back to Marcus's accounts on working with the police he figured they probably knew Charles was a werewolf from the autopsy. How had he died though. That was something that puzzled him. Jason couldn't help them find the real killer if he didn't even know how he had died. It could be any number of reasons. But going from what Jason knew of police systems he was going to be interrogated soon. He had done this once before as a teen. Only they were asking him were he had been and why he hadn't tried to contact his family or the police. This wouldn't be a easy an experience though. If Jason was the last person seen with Charles then he knew he was the most likely suspect. Depending on the testimony of the people the police asked there could be other suspects or there could be only whatever pinned Jason to this mess. He could tell this wasn't going to be fun at all.
As Jason tried to think of who had a motive to kill Charles a man entered the room. Jason figured he was an investigator here to interrogate him about what was going on. Jason figured with what Marcus had told him of police protocol that there were probably two or three officers behind the mirror in front of him. The investigator in the room probably had a wire on him that was connected to a tape recorder. There was probably even video surveillance recording this hole deal as well. They were going to record everything and use it for there investigation probably. Analyze it dozens of times. Put him through a polygraph and such to figure out if he was lying. If Jason were questioning someone he could just smell and taste the lies from the truth. No matter how good you were at lying, unless you totally believed that what you said was the truth, your body gave away the truth.
Looking at the man he seemed neutral and relaxed. Jason couldn't sense any tension in him. He watched as the officer plopped the folder he had onto the table. It was more then likely the file from the investigation. Some of it came a bit out of the folder. Jason could see the corner of a picture and what looked like notes on things probably the crime scene. Or on what he was going to be questioned about. Either way Jason wasn't interested in that. He had to get through this interrogation. He knew he would probably be detained for a while and he needed to think. He didn't know what he could do save for Call Marcus and get a lawyer. But he needed to do that soon. He looked to the man when he asked him to confirm his name. The interrogation had begun.
Jason looked to him again when he asked if he had been read his rights. Jason thought back to when he was arrested. Had he been read his rights? More then likely he had and just couldn't remember. Everything between hearing that Charles was dead and arriving at the police station was lost to the shock he had gotten. Jason Met the mans eyes with his own silver eyes. He was taking a slow and steady approach. Trying to ask simple questions to loosen him up. The officer had probably done this a million times. But Jason was innocent, So he figured the best thing he could do is tell the truth. " Yes i was read my rights " Jason said calmly. Trying to hid that fact that he was still in shock and practically traumatized by what was going on. His eyes were calm as well but they held a little stress in them. As good as Jason was he couldn't hold back everything he was feeling.
Staying as calm as he could he watched as the officer turned his chair around. Jason knew he was trying to get him to relax a little, another tactic to loosen him up. It wasn't necessary. Hearing his question he thought carefully of how to word his answer. Ultimately if a person looked they could find something incriminating in anything someone said. So Jason just again went with the truth. " I guess I'm here because a man i have known for a long time is dead and the police have some evidence that pin me to it ." He said to the man watching him carefully ready to gauge his reaction. The last thing Jason wanted was more trouble but again this guy could just be looking for a reason to throw him in jail. So Jason was going to try his damnedest to keep that from happening
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Guy
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Oct 6 2010, 08:53 PM
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Neutrality dominated Guy's features as he listened to Jason speak. The man did not offer him much. On top of that, he was going with the innocent act. No one said he was actually guilty yet, but all signs pointed toward the man sitting across the table from Guy. He noticed a bit of that stress the man tried to hide. It was hidden, but it tugged at the man's eyes just enough that it poked out. You wouldn't see it if you didn't know what to look for, but Guy was trained to read body language. Sometimes the way a person held themselves during an investigation gave away more than what they actually said. Body language was not usually something a judge would convict over, but it was a start. If Jason was nervous or stressed then he had a reason to be. Records said Jason had spent a lot of time with this man, so it could just have been the death a good friend. Guy was not sure what to believe quite yet, though. It was still pretty early on in the investigation.
“If you were read your rights then you know at any time you can ask for a lawyer? However, if you don't then anything you say or do now will be used as evidence. Was that explained to you?” he asked. It was always a downer when a suspect got off on a technicality like the arresting officer not reading the person their rights, or no one explaining that the person could call a lawyer during the interrogation. The chances of this man having a lawyer were slim. Mailmen usually didn't make enough money to have their own lawyer on hand. Still, if he knew his rights then Guy could get on with the fun part. His eyes shifted from the man across from him to the mirror for just a moment. One of the officers had asked for him to speed things up. Guy held a higher rank than that officer, though, so he would stand there for as long as Guy felt it was necessary.
With the lawyer thing out in the open, Guy felt it was time to get started on the real interrogation. “So, then Jason, would it be correct if I said you claim to be innocent? Is there anyone who could vouch for you? Was there anyone else with you the night Mr. Tso was murdered? Anyone who might be able to speak for your innocence?” Everyone, no matter how guilty, claimed to be innocent at first. It was just a matter or sifting throw the lies until only the truth remained. If everyone who was guilty stepped forward and confessed then Guy would be out of a job. Still, sometimes these interrogations got tiring. Maybe Allaneya could substitute for him next time. Lucky him that she just happened to be out right now.
Guy stood from his chair, feeling a bit cramped. His hands folded neatly behind his back and he stepped over to the mirror. With his face turned away from Jason he gave a vicious glare to it. He knew the officer who had complained had seen it, because he yelled at Guy to quit fooling around. Honestly, he had developed a deep rooted disdain for most of those cops. None of them understood sitting behind a desk did not soften Guy up. If anything he saw worse than they could ever imagine. Now that he was in charge of on-scene investigations he saw things that would give people nightmares. The officer was right, though. He needed to focus on the job right now. Later he could taunt the police all he wanted, and he would. It was always fun to pull rank and flash his badge.
His gaze shifted back to Jason. “Why do you think you're being accused of murder if you say you didn't do it?” he asked the man. “You were absent for quite a long time. Not even the law knows where you were until you resurfaced not that long ago. Did you have a fallout with Mr. Tso? Maybe something that angered you to the point of revenge?” The questions were pretty one-sided, but no one would ever know what Guy believed with the tone her used. His words lacked any infliction of any kind. He would wait until the suspect reacted with a strong emotion. Then Guy would decide which way to take the questioning. If Jason reacted angrily or defensively then he was probably hiding something. The suspect always did have something to hide in Guy's experience. What man vanishes off the face of the planet only to come back when his “friend” is murdered? Something was off, and it was Guy's job to find out what it was.
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Nov 19 2010, 12:20 AM
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Jason did his best not to seem like he was examining the man siting across from him. He was being interrogated he knew that. Yet he had to figure out this guys angle of attack. He was innocent of this he knew that for sure. He hadn't even seen how Charles had been killed yet. But he wanted to know. And he was going to find a way to find out. Hopefully if this went well they would let him out on parole or something and he could figure out who really killed his friend. For now though he would have to play twenty questions with this officer. Marcus had told him about this. He had an idea of what to expect.
Hearing the officer talk about his rights he tried to think back to if he had heard them read his rights to him. He was sure they did he was just in to much shock to have heard them. He was a knowledgeable citizen though he knew his rights. He wasn't going to need to call a lawyer because he was innocent and he would prove it. " Yes i was given my rights" He said to the officer noticing he seemed a little fidgety, Jason was still in to much shock to fidget like he normally would. sitting still wasn't something He was good at. With his rights out of the way he knew the questions would start.
This officer went straight to the point. Of course any criminal would claim he was innocent but he really was innocent. The problem was convincing the cops of that. The only thing he could think of that linked him to the crime was that he was the last person seen with him. He had to find a way to make it sound like he didn't kill him because just saying he dropped him off and left could be taken as an attempt to cover up something, His question made it hard because no one had been with him. Everyone else had gone home at the same time. He had to give him an answer though. " No one was with us after the party. Charles was drunk so i took him home. We left the bar at ten, John Clemons can vouch for us. And i arived home at 5 in the morning. My room mate Marcus Amherst can confirm that, " He said giving him the truth. That left him with time but he was hoping since it was a long drive to Alpine from Phoenix maybe the time difference would be enough to keep him out of trouble.
He watched as the officer stood. It seemed Jason was the only one with a sitting still problem. He watched as the man walked away from him to the mirror he knew was a two sided mirror. He knew they were watching him. He wondered what exactly he was doing over there though. He didn't say anything. Jason would have heard it being in a room this small. was he giving the other cops some kind of signal he didn't understand. Jason wasn't sure but then the officer came back to him and started to take a much different tone with him. His questions were fast. One right after the other. He was implying that Jason had done it. This brought up a ting of anger in him. He didn't know why but it seemed he was going for the bad cop routine. Jason had been playing nice with the cops so why was it even getting this way. He didn't know but he had to answer
" I can only assume that i was the last one seen with him makes me prime suspect number one. " He said to him as calmly as he could before trying to think of how to answer the second one. He couldn't tell him that he had spent that missing time frame learning to be a better werewolf. But he had to tell him something. " I was in a car accident, He saved my life. Told me I was out of it for a few weeks. That man was my friend. I never have or ever would have a reason to kill him." He said with the edges of anger tracing his voice. He had to stay in control. The shock from what he had learned and made him less stable but was still in control. He had to stay in control or this would get bad. He could handle a little anger. He wondered just how far the officer would take it though. He was sure the officer had caught on to his anger. That was a bad thing indeed. For now though Jason had to wait.
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Mar 25 2014, 11:09 AM
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Jason defended himself, but why wouldn’t he? What man wanted to be prosecuted and found guilty for any sort of murder? The enunciation and lack of contractions made Guy suspicious of exactly what Jason had done – if not the murder, then what? On top of giving seemingly practiced answers, he also avoided the subject of his lengthy disappearance. No normal person up and disappeared for years on end without any trace of themselves. That, along with him being the last person seen with the deceased, was the most incriminating of all the evidence stacked against Jason.
The suspect’s avoidance of the topic made Guy all the more suspicious. Lacing his fingers together, Guy propped his arms up on the table while leaning forward. “Would you like to tell me where you’ve been for the majority of the past five years, then?” he asked, not honestly giving the option. Jason could give the answer now, or he could give it in court. The decision wasn’t “if” but “when”. “A reasonable man, Mr. Sherai, would have no trouble telling where he’d been,” he said, loosening his hands and stretching them across the table before reclining in his chair while maintaining hard eye contact, “If you’ve got nothing to hide, that is.”
It mattered very little of Jason could tell a story of where he had been. An account from himself wouldn’t prove his innocence. He would have to provide some sort of admissible evidence that would verify his story beyond reasonable doubt. Guy had a hard time believing a man who just disappeared for years would have enough evidence to prove his whereabouts for the time.
The matter at hand, though, was incriminating Jason for the murder of the late Mr. Tso. Flipping open the folder, Guy removed a group of large photographs. Each photograph detailed the state of the deceased’s death down to the tiny blood droplets on his carpet. They were graphic and would certainly stir any man, even an innocent one. More importantly, the murderer would show no shock when presented with his own handiwork. That was the reaction Guy was hoping to receive when he laid the pictures bare in front of Jason. “Could you tell me what these are, Mr. Sherai?” Guy inquired, knowing very well what the pictures were. What he was looking for was an emotional attachment – or detachment depending on whether or not Jason was guilty of anything.
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