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Warren smiled as he looked across at Bluff. The fair skinned man with the cool Georgian accent. He seemed so out of place sometimes but then so much in control. He tasted the fine cold beverage and lavished the taste as Bluff finally replied. The older man couldn't help feel his lips quirk a bit and he attempted to hide it behind a handkerchief of silk. Then again he wasn't really trying to hide his amusement. He wondered what was the limit to make the younger man to be enraged and squirm. Warren would pay a lot of money to see that. The tan man leaned back and tilted his head at the other. "I know you to be a very thorough, which is why I enjoy working for you." he hummed as he pressed his lips together and kept one firm hand on his cane. "Though I also know for the news to report of a struggle of a recent murder with a video of your man screams sloppy. I wonder how much they will find this time." he hummed.
The Puerto Rican waited patiently and fiddled with his glass. "You know you're one of my favorite clients. You pay well and your jobs are always interesting." he hummed and waved his hand dismissively. "I'm always ready to take your calls since I am just a mere pawn to be played and nothing more." he said softly which was a lie. Warren played the game and the angles more then most and stirred up more bloodshed just to make more money off it. "It wasn't hard for me to move my schedule around for your needs." he told the other as he picked his glass up.
"So what service could I provide for you? You already know my rates and what I'm capable of." he told the other and drank down half of his champagne and then set the crystal back down. Already scoping out the size of the job. The Foxhound was always ready to make as much money as he could and Bluff was loaded. "But I have to ask since I'm genuinely curious. Why'd you get this lawyer bloke killed? Did he owe you money too?" he asked politely. Now Warren was scum but he knew better then to cross some people. He also love hoarding information. If not to sell then for his own morbid curiosity. Besides he already knew Bluff hired him. The informant knew of Harvey and his habits.
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Daniel was hard at work for the rest of the evening. His office was loaded down with the new files and paperwork to go through. Many of which he had to stop in the middle of once a witness came by. There he sat down with them and took down the time, what they saw, and questioned them for any detail they could remember. Even the smallest bit of information could be vital. Already he had seen two of the three witnesses. The first one was the elderly woman who had driven by the office. Saw the hit-man leave and was covered in blood. Though she claimed her eye sight wasn't any good Daniel still called for a sketch artist to sit down with her. Now they at least had a moment of time after the death happened. Once they get the autopsy report they could pinpoint how long Cowboy was there for when it came to questioning suspects alibi. While the older woman was with the other sketch artist he ordered some of the officers to do a block search and question the near by residence of any unusual activity. Then went back looking through the lawyers case files.
Many had to deal with fraudulent charges, and there were even some divorce papers. He wrote down everyone's names to send any able person to go by their residence to see where they were during the hours of the murder. It would help eliminate them and even possibly narrow down the suspects. He came across a lot of names even some well known. There was also an appointment book they needed to follow up that was kept on his PDA. Daniel might see through this one personally himself once he got a chance.
Soon the sketch artist came back with a drawn up sketch and Daniel took a good look at it and thanked the elderly woman as she was shown out. The sketch was good but nothing too knew. They at least had something to give to the reporters. The man was very Indian looking with his eyes and even slant nose under the bandanna. They would also include the estimated height and weight that they've gathered from previous cases and the surveillance. Daniel gave it to their secretary to fax it to the news station with the description and an offer to a thousand dollar reward on any relevant information. A bit of incentive to hopefully get some movement.
Then Daniel went back to pouring through the records. Once he was done with one box he sent it to forensics to be dusted for prints and then stored once they were processed. He was halfway through one box when his next witness came in. It was a young boy who was passing by when he heard the gunshots. He ran from the scene scared to do anything and only came forward cause he lived near by. The kid didn't have much to offer other then he saw a motorcycle parked near by in the alley. Seemed odd to him but he didn't stop to look at it. So he sat the kid down with some photo shots of all brands of motorcycles and spent two hours with him. The kid was nervous but Daniel did his best with him. He wasn't very good with kids. Sometimes he thought it was his stern face but he showed him pictures of his little girl and got him a soda and it seemed to help.
Though eventually he let the kid go, his mom was getting antsy and was starting to doubt what he saw. So he just gave him his card and told him to call in case he remembered or saw anything. They at least had it narrowed down to a model type and wrote it down in his notebook. It didn't help much but could be useful later. He sighed and finally was able to sit down for a moment to breath. Rubbing at his temple as a hunger headache hit him since he had been going without a break since he got the call. Time was essential and it was hard for him to even take this small breather when the desk in front of him was still piled with paperwork from the victims office.
The Puerto Rican waited patiently and fiddled with his glass. "You know you're one of my favorite clients. You pay well and your jobs are always interesting." he hummed and waved his hand dismissively. "I'm always ready to take your calls since I am just a mere pawn to be played and nothing more." he said softly which was a lie. Warren played the game and the angles more then most and stirred up more bloodshed just to make more money off it. "It wasn't hard for me to move my schedule around for your needs." he told the other as he picked his glass up.
"So what service could I provide for you? You already know my rates and what I'm capable of." he told the other and drank down half of his champagne and then set the crystal back down. Already scoping out the size of the job. The Foxhound was always ready to make as much money as he could and Bluff was loaded. "But I have to ask since I'm genuinely curious. Why'd you get this lawyer bloke killed? Did he owe you money too?" he asked politely. Now Warren was scum but he knew better then to cross some people. He also love hoarding information. If not to sell then for his own morbid curiosity. Besides he already knew Bluff hired him. The informant knew of Harvey and his habits.
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Daniel was hard at work for the rest of the evening. His office was loaded down with the new files and paperwork to go through. Many of which he had to stop in the middle of once a witness came by. There he sat down with them and took down the time, what they saw, and questioned them for any detail they could remember. Even the smallest bit of information could be vital. Already he had seen two of the three witnesses. The first one was the elderly woman who had driven by the office. Saw the hit-man leave and was covered in blood. Though she claimed her eye sight wasn't any good Daniel still called for a sketch artist to sit down with her. Now they at least had a moment of time after the death happened. Once they get the autopsy report they could pinpoint how long Cowboy was there for when it came to questioning suspects alibi. While the older woman was with the other sketch artist he ordered some of the officers to do a block search and question the near by residence of any unusual activity. Then went back looking through the lawyers case files.
Many had to deal with fraudulent charges, and there were even some divorce papers. He wrote down everyone's names to send any able person to go by their residence to see where they were during the hours of the murder. It would help eliminate them and even possibly narrow down the suspects. He came across a lot of names even some well known. There was also an appointment book they needed to follow up that was kept on his PDA. Daniel might see through this one personally himself once he got a chance.
Soon the sketch artist came back with a drawn up sketch and Daniel took a good look at it and thanked the elderly woman as she was shown out. The sketch was good but nothing too knew. They at least had something to give to the reporters. The man was very Indian looking with his eyes and even slant nose under the bandanna. They would also include the estimated height and weight that they've gathered from previous cases and the surveillance. Daniel gave it to their secretary to fax it to the news station with the description and an offer to a thousand dollar reward on any relevant information. A bit of incentive to hopefully get some movement.
Then Daniel went back to pouring through the records. Once he was done with one box he sent it to forensics to be dusted for prints and then stored once they were processed. He was halfway through one box when his next witness came in. It was a young boy who was passing by when he heard the gunshots. He ran from the scene scared to do anything and only came forward cause he lived near by. The kid didn't have much to offer other then he saw a motorcycle parked near by in the alley. Seemed odd to him but he didn't stop to look at it. So he sat the kid down with some photo shots of all brands of motorcycles and spent two hours with him. The kid was nervous but Daniel did his best with him. He wasn't very good with kids. Sometimes he thought it was his stern face but he showed him pictures of his little girl and got him a soda and it seemed to help.
Though eventually he let the kid go, his mom was getting antsy and was starting to doubt what he saw. So he just gave him his card and told him to call in case he remembered or saw anything. They at least had it narrowed down to a model type and wrote it down in his notebook. It didn't help much but could be useful later. He sighed and finally was able to sit down for a moment to breath. Rubbing at his temple as a hunger headache hit him since he had been going without a break since he got the call. Time was essential and it was hard for him to even take this small breather when the desk in front of him was still piled with paperwork from the victims office.