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[fieldbox= Cynthia, teal]Cynthia said nothing about Kevin's selection for their next interview, wanting to trust his instincts. It was difficult for her to hand over any sort of control to anyone, especially someone she barely knew, and she was going to have to put a lot of blind faith that West knew what he was doing as well as she did. The one small comfort that she had was that they agreed on quite a few things, the things that mattered at least. He hadn't really made much of an argument against any of the points she had tried to make which was good. They were still in the infant stage of their partnership though, and had quite a bit to learn about each other. She wasn't sure what would happen when they did butt heads, but she hoped that any conflicts between them could be handled in a civilized manner that allowed them to continue working together.
The interview with Mrs. Pierce was the type that Cynthia would not have handled well at all, and she was grateful for the foresight to let West take control of it. Emotional breakdowns wasn't something that she handled well. Many assumed it was her robotic personality that leaked very little of her own emotional state that made her insensitive to the plight of others, but she knew better than that. Unlike most people, she preferred to keep her feelings, much like the rest of her life, private. It was no one's business if she was grieving or happy other than her own. Seeing emotional breakdowns like the one by Alma Pierce made her uncomfortable, and the detective found herself turning her eyes away several times while her partner spoke with the distressed woman.
As she and West settled back into the car, Cynthia shook her head in dismissal, already deciding that Pierce wasn't their first victim. "It's not him. It's obvious that his mother cares for him greatly, and if we'd learned about their relationship we probably would have found that they were close. It would have been uncharacteristic for him to disappear without a word to his mother, and she would have requested a search as soon as she didn't hear from him. Our killer is looking for people with family, but not extremely bonded ties like that. Jeffery also still lives with his mother, which would mean she'd be able to pick up when he went missing quicker than those who lived on their own." Cynthia hadn't asked if the first victim still lived in the house, but after going back over the information she had on his car, she knew that he did not. "Robbins lives in an apartment building a few blocks from his parents' house, at least that's where his car is registered. I'm not sure about Gordon. His car is registered to his father's apartment, so it's possible he still lives there as well."
Mentally scanning over the list of names in her head, Cynthia was about to choose the next interview when her phone began to ring. Hastily answering it without checking the Caller ID, she was met with a rather upset female voice. Apparently the interview with the Robbins' daughter hadn't gone over as well as she and West had thought, and Sylvia Robbins was now snapping at Cynthia for accusing her son of being involved with the car theft ring. "Ma'am, forgive the misunderstanding. We do not believe your son is a part of the ring. I did not mean to give that intention at all. We already have most of the gang detained and are simply looking for the owners of vehicles that they were found with."
The explanation calmed the irate woman down at least somewhat, but Cynthia could tell by the tension in her voice she was still unhappy. Sylvia then asked if they were also looking for any clues about her son's disappearance which the detective decided to answer with a half lie. "Yes ma'am. We believe that the car thieves do some type of damage to the car to get the driver to pull over, but they will not tell us what they do with the driver after they've taken the car." Not a huge lie, and one that could easily be covered up. All they needed to say was that the investigation had steered them into another direction after they got the information needed from the Robbins about their son's disappearance. "Is it possible that you or your husband could come to the station to answer some questions? We can also show you some mugshots of the car thieves and see if you can recognize any of them." She knew they wouldn't, but it would keep up her story and get the couple to the station where she needed them. "Two thirty? Yes, that's fine. I will speak to you then."
Glancing at the clock on the dashboard she noticed they had two hours until the Robbins would be at the station. Looking across the console at West, she frowned faintly, trying to calculate how much time they had and if they should risk doing another interview. "We should probably head back to the station and grab lunch before they come. Can your friend send over the mug shots? I'll toss them together for the Robbins to look over while I'm eating.[/fieldbox]
The interview with Mrs. Pierce was the type that Cynthia would not have handled well at all, and she was grateful for the foresight to let West take control of it. Emotional breakdowns wasn't something that she handled well. Many assumed it was her robotic personality that leaked very little of her own emotional state that made her insensitive to the plight of others, but she knew better than that. Unlike most people, she preferred to keep her feelings, much like the rest of her life, private. It was no one's business if she was grieving or happy other than her own. Seeing emotional breakdowns like the one by Alma Pierce made her uncomfortable, and the detective found herself turning her eyes away several times while her partner spoke with the distressed woman.
As she and West settled back into the car, Cynthia shook her head in dismissal, already deciding that Pierce wasn't their first victim. "It's not him. It's obvious that his mother cares for him greatly, and if we'd learned about their relationship we probably would have found that they were close. It would have been uncharacteristic for him to disappear without a word to his mother, and she would have requested a search as soon as she didn't hear from him. Our killer is looking for people with family, but not extremely bonded ties like that. Jeffery also still lives with his mother, which would mean she'd be able to pick up when he went missing quicker than those who lived on their own." Cynthia hadn't asked if the first victim still lived in the house, but after going back over the information she had on his car, she knew that he did not. "Robbins lives in an apartment building a few blocks from his parents' house, at least that's where his car is registered. I'm not sure about Gordon. His car is registered to his father's apartment, so it's possible he still lives there as well."
Mentally scanning over the list of names in her head, Cynthia was about to choose the next interview when her phone began to ring. Hastily answering it without checking the Caller ID, she was met with a rather upset female voice. Apparently the interview with the Robbins' daughter hadn't gone over as well as she and West had thought, and Sylvia Robbins was now snapping at Cynthia for accusing her son of being involved with the car theft ring. "Ma'am, forgive the misunderstanding. We do not believe your son is a part of the ring. I did not mean to give that intention at all. We already have most of the gang detained and are simply looking for the owners of vehicles that they were found with."
The explanation calmed the irate woman down at least somewhat, but Cynthia could tell by the tension in her voice she was still unhappy. Sylvia then asked if they were also looking for any clues about her son's disappearance which the detective decided to answer with a half lie. "Yes ma'am. We believe that the car thieves do some type of damage to the car to get the driver to pull over, but they will not tell us what they do with the driver after they've taken the car." Not a huge lie, and one that could easily be covered up. All they needed to say was that the investigation had steered them into another direction after they got the information needed from the Robbins about their son's disappearance. "Is it possible that you or your husband could come to the station to answer some questions? We can also show you some mugshots of the car thieves and see if you can recognize any of them." She knew they wouldn't, but it would keep up her story and get the couple to the station where she needed them. "Two thirty? Yes, that's fine. I will speak to you then."
Glancing at the clock on the dashboard she noticed they had two hours until the Robbins would be at the station. Looking across the console at West, she frowned faintly, trying to calculate how much time they had and if they should risk doing another interview. "We should probably head back to the station and grab lunch before they come. Can your friend send over the mug shots? I'll toss them together for the Robbins to look over while I'm eating.[/fieldbox]