Detective Badass

Yara Askner (4)

I asked Liv again to let me in the room to talk to this douchebag and she agreed but cautioned me.
"Don't let him get to you."
I nodded and braced myself before entering.
"Ah, there she is. The cute little-."
"Stop," I cut him off and took a seat.
He chuckled. "Feisty, I like it."
"Can we get down to business here?," I looked at his lawyer.
"I talked to my client and he has no knowledge of the attack that happened last night," his lawyer was packing his briefcase, getting ready to leave with his client.
"Unless, we can make a deal," Richard reached for my hand but I pulled away quickly, crossing my arms.
His lawyer looked at him, confused. "Richard, what are you talking about?"
"I'm saying, I'll talk if we cut a deal," he nodded to me.
"That depends on what you know," I said leaning forward a bit to show him I was interested.
"I'll talk but just to her, alone," he looked to his lawyer before looking to me to flash a smile. "I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."
I nodded. "Fine by me."
His lawyer protested for a bit but he left.
"So talk, Richard," I was tired of being in the same room with this guy.
"Please, call me Rich," he winked at me.
"I won't."
His smile grew. "About that show. Hmm. I'm having a hard time recalling-."
I stood up to leave. "You're wasting my time."
"Fine, I'll talk. I love it when you get mad. Are you free after this?"
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "Talk, Richard."
He leaned back in his chair. "I didn't want to go to the dumb event but I heard there would be an amazing after party, so I went. It was getting boring so I went to the bathrooms to have a smoke when I saw a small guy run out of the girl's bathroom. I called him out, 'what the hell was he doing in there', but he didn't answer. I shrugged and went into the bathroom. That's all I remember."
"What did he look like?," I asked quickly.
"Small, brown hair, a white guy, I don't know. This lady saw him though, she walked out of the bathroom a second later," he shrugged. "Kay, something?"
I stood up and darted into Liv's office. "Call Joe, see if he answers," I rushed out.
Fin was calling him while I shrugged my coat on.
"Garcia, what do you mean?," Liv questioned.
"It was Joe! He did it. Richard couldn't have because he likes brunettes. Yara was blonde. Joe wouldn't make eye contact with me the entire time when we picked him up and he was packing up his car when we got there," I rushed out of the precinct. "Check that water bottle for a DNA match."

Joe fit Yara's description of her attacker well, son of a bitch played us. Fin was in the car with me when we went back to Joe's house. "It makes sense, the whole act he put on to throw us off. But I noticed it all, probably too late."
Fin shook his head at his phone. "He's not answering."
We pulled up to his house and Fin kicked down his door. We searched it and found nothing upstairs but his room was certainly interesting. He had photos of his victims under his matress.
"What a weirdo," I whispered. There was nothing else but we called it in and kept looking around. His car was gone but I took his license plate number down before we took him in. I called it in while we kept searching.
"Good call on that license plate, Garcia," Fin nodded in approval.
"I had a feeling it'd come in handy," I walked down to the basement. There was nothing much down here. This guy would've gotten away but for the pictures under his mattress. Unless. I ran back upstairs and looked through the photos.
"What's wrong?," Fin walked over to me.
"These aren't his victims. These are random, I'm pretty sure this one is from a case we worked last month," I handed Fin the photos.
"How do you know?"
"There isn't one of Yara and the MO's are all different. This one is dismembered, this one shot in the chest. To throw us off."
I heard sirens wailing in the distance and set the photos down. "Maybe the EMI's will find something we didn't."
Fin looked at the photos before putting them down. "Maybe they're for future targets, like reference photos."
"Detectives?," I got a call on walkie.
"Yes?," I answered while we walked to our car.
"We got a hit on the vehicle you called in."