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| WORLD NEWS |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|10:48 pm] |
AP
Published: November 15, 2008
 An unidentified man, who is said to be involved in weapon smuggling, held a policeman hostage for a second day today, refusing to talk to negotiators.
Police negotiators, meanwhile, established contact with a third person in the house.
The short telephone conversation was the first contact negotiators had had with anyone in the house of the suspect since he captured Detective Kent Barclay, early Friday in during a routine investigation of the suspect's home.
The conversation was inconclusive, a police spokesman said. Though there was no further comment by the L.A.P.D., inside sources have hinted that Barclay may have already come to some sort of harm. |
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| You know I didn't mean what I just said, but my god woke up on the wrong side of his bed. |
[May. 25th, 2008|01:28 pm] |
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| | Little by Little -Oasis | ] |
I'm in L.A...For the moment. God, I hate America. It's nothing personal, really. It's just too shiney, too new, too hopeful, and I've seen too much of its ugly underbelly to believe any of its pretty lies. I'm here for Cat. The scary truth is that I'm not sure I'm ready to do this again, but I don't know if I can take the option of NOT doing it. I don't know if I can live with her, but I do know that I can't live without her. What a line that is. It's going through the motions, begging for forgiveness that I won't get right away, but forgiveness she'll fake anyway. None of it is neccessary but in the same breath it's needed. What a contradiction. She's moving. I don't know to where, and I don't think she knows either, but I'm willing to follow her. Another city, another job. I've gotten used to this. Part of me wonders if I should stick with Clayton. They're offering me full benifits, full time, a million things that would make life easier. A nice salary and a few months vacation out of the year. Still, I've always been more of a copper than an army man. I don't want to think of holding a gun again, of using it. My razor here is dull, flat. Used for the first time two days ago in over a month, and it needed replacing four months before that. It's left my face a mess of burn, and yet I haven't gotten a new one yet. Maybe I'll simply stop shaving, or maybe I need to feel that burn. Maybe that's how it's always been, taking the dull blade when I could just as easily get something sharp, easing away the pain by creating a sting. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|03:48 pm] |
I said I was working late.
And I was. I was working all the way until 1 A.M., when I stopped into the bar for a drink.
And a drink turned into two, and two turned into four, and four turned into enough to lose count. I ran into HER again. HER, because I can't remember her name for the life of me. The computer girl. My new drinking buddy. Julie or Katie or Emily. It doesn't help that I'm drunk every time I run into her. I walked her home again, went in with her this time. I should have just gone home from there. Instead, I passed out in her bed, fully dressed. I stayed long enough to sleep off the spins, before slipping out and heading back to the station. Is it lying if it's the truth? I sent Rina some random flowers, though. She's right. I need to spend more time with her. I need to stop heading off to the bar. That's my problem. One little drink on the way home from work. Only it's never just one, is it?
Christ, I'm a piece of work. |
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| 100% Private |
[Mar. 11th, 2008|02:25 am] |
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| | crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Paint It Black -The Rolling Stones | ] |
It's Neve Peri.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. She was there. She was at the ball. I can't explain if and why she'd commit the other murders, but she kidnapped the Navagato girl. She had to.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Christ, I have calls to make... |
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[Mar. 6th, 2008|10:35 am] |
I realized in the middle of the night the other day that my working throughout the wee hours wasn't exactly the most convient thing for Cat. That, and we really have no room for boxes and boxes of case files.
Anyway, the point of mentioning that is that I ended up stumbling into the office at 3 am. I ended up working until 6 or so, crashing for two hours on the couch in the office and getting up to grab a few more things from home. It's not fair to take away the small time we have together from Cat, but right now, this is top priority. We're actually getting somewhere with this case. Not FAR, mind you, but somewhere...
Thinking about it, though...
I probably should have left a note. |
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| Wild horses couldn't drag me away |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|09:11 pm] |
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| | stressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wild Horses -The Rolling Stones | ] |
I hate this case. I hate this case not only because of the fact that I'm getting nowhere with it, but also because of the fact that it is getting nowhere due to redtape and buerocracy. It's been months since the first murder, and yet I'm only now getting my first chance to interview. I've sat in on a few as a silent partner, sitting behind soem damn glass paine. Who does that? Only in America. Back home, everyone would be stuffed into the interview room. It'd be tiny and ugly and uncomfortable and we'd get results. I still feel like an outsider, like they're treating me purely like a consultant, not a member of the team. I'm just there to observe, and maybe throw in a comment or two, but leave the solving to the Americans. It's ironic, really, that I was brought here because of the fact that I'm a "serial killer specialist", and the second I get here, we have one. Or two. I'm still not convienced.
My personal life hasn't been much better. Not that Cat is gone, or that things are really bad, but I can't imagine she's too thrilled about the increasing number of nights that has ended with me in the living room, asleep in a chair, and going through my Whisky like I have been. To add on to this, we haven't been seeing each other much. Or at all, really. She's busy with the restaraunt, and I'm busy with work and normally we fall into bed around the same time, but since I haven't been coming to bed (and I've picked up a few night shifts), even this has been missed. I feel guilty, but not enough so to get reassigned or to trade shifts with junior officers. It makes you wonder if it's worth it at the end of the day. Cat puts up with it now, but for how much longer? How long can a person take being alone in a relationship? |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|12:41 pm] |
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| | Jethro Tull's Greatest Hits | ] |
It's my fault. It's my fault the girl is dead. I slacked. When there was no killing when there was supposed to be a killing, I slacked. I thought it was done, and I did my best to solve the other killings but I didn't keep looking for the next step. The second one inside a bathroom. God. Four. While I cannot blame myself for the first, and maybe not even the second...I have the blood of two people on my hands. I should have this solved already...
-Two in a bathroom
-One in a church
-One in a park
-Three famous, one non (but wasn't she? News story...)
God, what am I missing? What the HELL am I missing? These last two killings, the starlet killings...Well. I can see them done by one person. The first and the second were nothing alike. We were just stringing them together because they were all connected to DiCarlo, but what if they're not? What if that's a coincidence. We're looking at anywhere from 1 to 3 different people...
Christ, if anything, I'm farther away from solving this than when we started...
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Cat wrote me a note. I saved it. I'll never admit it, but I saved it. We're an odd couple, us. I love her, but...not in some childish way. Not in the way someone would assume when I say I love her. Christ, I'm not even making sense. My head hurts...I'll leave this to another time. |
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| They want you to decide |
[Jan. 19th, 2008|11:40 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | morose | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wincing the Night Away [LP] -The Shins | ] |
Three murders now. I feel hopeless. I know what'll be said. In the end, this will be placed on me. Two murders gone unsolved, and since I didn't see the connection I couldn't stop the third. That's what they'll say. I refuse to see this as my fault, though. The evidence...it all points to two killers, not just one. Romeo and Rob? But the sister. It would have made sense if it were just the first two killings, but this third takes the brother out. He had an alibi, anyway. Maybe the first killing, and then Rob went on his own? I still don't buy it. But what am I missing? And who would want to set these boys up? And...who's next? God, I HAVE to figure this out before it happens again. Cat said something the other day. Ritual, or something like that. It triggered some thoughts. Unfortunately, I didn't get around to writing them down soon enough. It's happening every two weeks. 14 days, exactly...which means I have until the 28th. 9 more days. Christ, God help us all that this gets solved before the 28th.
In other news...Cat's still around. I don't know HOW. But she is. In all fairness, I think her starting a business with her sister is really helping out. It gives her something to do. I don't feel quite as guilty about the fact that we rarely even have dinner together anymore. It seems the only time we see each other, actually, is when I'm falling into bed. Even then, though. I've pulled a few night shifts, so I'm falling into bed as she's falling out. We went to the beach...I want to say the other day, but it must have been ages ago. When it was still warm enough to go. The picture is her doing her pirate pose, I think. There was a story behind it, but like most things, I can't recall it. And I finally got my car. It's an old Alfa. Apperently, they don't even make them in the States anymore. But they did in the 80s, and it runs well enough.
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|09:18 pm] |
Ach, Fuck me sideways... |
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| OVER |
[Dec. 26th, 2007|11:13 am] |
There it was, in big bold letters. LAPD SUCKS. I don't blame her. How would I feel if they yanked Micky out of his own wedding? It was piss poor proceedure on our part. He doesn't pose a flight risk. The people who brought him in should have stayed outside, had a cigarette, waited for it to end...Weddings and Funerals. I've always tried not to mess with either. But then she had to go more into it. "They believe that him and Rob are the primary suspects for her murder. Complete and utter bullshit is what I say." I wanted to say something, to comment. I wanted to ask her who else she suggested bringing in. The girl was a rape victim. Who else looks quite as guilty as the man accused of it? Or any associate of him? Even if DiCarlo didn't do it, it would be just as easy for someone who knows him to seek a bit of revenge. It was a passionate crime, that much seems obvious. Well. It's early to say yet, isn't it? But no. No it's not. The girl was completely mutilated. It wasn't a simple mugging or a random killing. Suspect most likely male, as well. The face has a lot to do with it, the way it was done. Men and women kill differently. It's not ALWAYS the case, but...Well. I'm in a profession of "most of the time". We solve cases on exceptions and abnormalities, but some things are best thought of in a general sense. I'll tell you one thing, though. Rina's going to be happy about the case. Even with the two men from special vics on the case, it's going to be a load. Enough of a load that I can forget about doing any work with Clayton anytime in the near future. Needed at home and all that. I'll be surprised if I can even get away to Edinburgh. It all depends on how the next few days go. Hell, maybe this will be settled before the New Year. It certainly SEEMS easy enough, but sometimes it's the ones that seem so cut and dry that are the most complicated. |
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