Bastille - Of the night
"Round and round we go, this time I hear you say
This is the rhythm of the night"
•••
"Sup, Davidson." A familiar voice appeared as I had just returned from trying to take a nap in the backroom. Needless to say I couldn't get any sleep.
"Sup, Holder." I said sarcastically swiping through the emails on my phone.
"You tired? I'm gonna take a beauty nap, my body's my temple, you know."
I nodded, not really paying attention to him neither the stuff here's saying.
"Oh, and Holder, we're gonna see some of Brianna's friends later today."
He nodded then leaving the room. I let out a sigh. Sometimes I wondered why Holder even did this job, I even doubted it was about catching bad guys. Maybe he just wanted the recognition and the people who looked up to him in awe because he was Detective Stephen Holder.
Holder can be very selfish and stubborn at times, but it's mostly shadowed by his genuineness.
Mostly.
I looked up Turner's file once again "what are you hiding..." I whispered to myself.
I wish I knew the answer.
_______
"Hey, Davidson. Wake your ass." Holder shook my arm "we've got good news."
"So what is it?" I asked pouring some coffee to my mug, it's the third time I fell asleep in my office this week.
"We've finally got a match with the fingerprints found at the crime scene. It's Turner. We got him, Davidson."
"Yeah, fingerprints don't necessarily mean that he's killed her."
Holder's expression got rather angry "yo, but we know he's been lying to us when he said he didn't know her?"
I nodded "yes. One important thing's yet to find: evidence. I'm gonna contact Stephens seeing how our suspect spent the night."
Holder stood up "ok, do that. I'll be in the car waiting for your fine ass to join me."
I smiled "you know I'm fine, Holder."
I snapped his fingers at me "check this."
I shook my head at him "cut that out, asshole."
I grabbed my stuff and shoved my phone back into my jeans pocket as I noticed Stephens coming along the corridor
"Hey, I was just gonna call you. What's Turner been up to?"
He looked confused at me whispering something to his partner "didn't you hear it yet? He's left last night."
"Wait. What do you mean with he's left? The fingerprints found at the crime scene and Brianna's body match with his. Goddamn it, what are you even getting paid for!?"
I yelled at him running my hand through my hair in frustration
"Well, by the time he left we didn't know that yet."
"So what?! You were meant to watch over him, not letting him run away."
Stephens chuckled "maybe he just went to get some groceries?"
I walked past him and his unable-to-do-their-job-partner. Great. We've just lost our biggest suspect in this case to two overpaid assholes in suits who smoke cigars.
I slammed the door behind me and saw Holder leaning on my car "you ready?" He asked throwing his cigarette away
"Guess what?!" I muttered, ready to spill that tea at him "Stephens let Turner leave his loft and he wouldn't even find it necessary to tell us about it. I mean sure, it's not like the Walker case is our case."
I held out my hand at him "give me one. Now."
Holder handed me a cigarette "what the hell. What are we gonna do now?"
I closed my eyes, letting the cigarette smoke fill my lungs "I sent another team over to his place. But Stephens said he carried an undefined object with him, probably a bag. Yippie, he's gonna go on vacation..."
Holder got into the car "come on, complaining won't help us catching his nasty ass. Let's go seeing Brianna's apartment again."
I hit my fists to the car. Amazing. If Turner won't return I'll kick Stephens' ass personally, I swear to god.
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"Ok so what are we looking for this time?" Holder asked taking off his coat and putting his gloves on
"Anything suspicious. Whatever we might have overseen the last time we came here." I put my glasses on and checked through Brianna's bookshelf. Of course, a young girl who is into voodoo would probably not put a book about it up for anyone visible.
So I checked possible hideouts.
Minutes, hours passed by but Holder and me found absolutely nothing.
When we were about to give up, I discovered something being taped underneath the bed.
"Yo, Holder. There's something." I disappeared under the bed, removing the item from its strange position
"What's that?" Holder asked shutting her laptop down
"It's a book. Kind of a diary." "Jackpot" I thought to myself smiling.
"Ha. Maybe we can find any connection to Turner through this."
I nodded. "Let's take it to the station. You go and talk to her friends. You know, use your charm. Sweet-talk them if necessary, anything that works on 16 year olds."
I said gently putting the book into my bag
Holder rolled his eyes "I'm trying to sweet-talk you everyday, didn't really get me this far yet."
"Seriously Holder, we're losing precious time. Move." We walked out of her apartment and locked it behind us as a young woman suddenly tapped on my shoulder.
I turned around "how can I help you?" I asked
She must've been Brianna's age, a bit taller than me with short blonde hair
"Are you officers?" She asked kind of shy
"Homicide detectives, but still counts. How can we help you?"
She looked at me "I have information about Brianna that might help you. She was in my biology class."
I smiled "will you tell us?"
"Yes. But not the man. Only you."
Holder raised his eyebrows "it's okay Holder, you can go and sweet-talk the cheerleaders in the meantime."
"Not in the position to make commands...But sure ma'am, whatever you say." He walked off pissed
"I'm detective Davidson, you can call me Jane if that's more comfortable to you."
She smiled "I'm Mary. Can we go back inside maybe? I don't wanna say what I know in the middle of a shady corridor."
I nodded "sure. We can do this right here or at the police station, whatever you prefer."
"The apartment."
I nodded and we walked back in
Sitting on Brianna's kitchen table, Mary laid her hands to the table.
"Well...the night before Brianna went missing three weeks ago, she called me. She seemed, I don't know. Kind of out of breath. As if someone or something had chased her down, I could here that she had cried."
I looked at her "why didn't you call the police?"
She looked to the ceiling, trying to avoid eye contact "she called me before. She made calls like this before. You know, the next day she would turn up at school as if nothing happened... She had this boyfriend..."
"Hold up, it's the first time I hear of this boyfriend. Do you know his name?" I asked
She shook her head "no, all I know is that he was older than her. Like, a lot older."
"And she met him frequently?"
Mary nodded "yes. People at the campus called him a creep, he used to show up nearly everyday picking Brianna up. And, he got her into doing weird things."
"What weird things?"
I asked biting my lip
She breathed heavily "voodoo."
