Where Snapdragons Lie

The Search is On

My mornings were now spent behind my desk. Bullshit. I'm not allowed into the field. Bullshit. I'm not allowed to get in the interrogation room with Honen, or his cronies. Stinking Bullshit. The only things I can do is file Delilahs case paperwork... the one I should be active in. Fucking pile of bullshit! I've had to give my five cents more than a handful of time. My testimony will have to be heard once Honen gets a court date too. Our district attorney Meghan Elias is brilliant, but working with her is a whole other story. She's really hands on when it comes to her witnesses. Myself being the primary one. She's really picky about the words I use. She reminds me of a young catholic nun, strict but in an annoying way that makes it seems like shes being nice. I got drilled for using the word "cronies" in my initial interview. She made it clear that an agent in the courtroom, even a private like me, has to be professional on all levels. Which means no cussing. But I can curse my damn ass of internally. So take that!

I took the time to monitor the report I made at that tavern not too long ago. The court hearing was today so I made a spot in my schedule to go see it. As I climbed the stairs to the courthouse I passed some cure people standing around with signs and chanting. A full on protest. I guess the word got out. Inside courtroom three, the owner Miss Fitch, was already being examined by the prosecutor. She had the longest nose poking out from her black square glasses. Her short pixie cut did not do her face any favor either.

"I've never denied anyone service," She claimed, "I was just looking out for my regular clientele."

"And how long have you been in business Miss Fitch?" He asked.

"About eight days. We're very popular."

"Let the court know Miss Fitch has stated her popularity at least three times," He said. The stenographer nodded in agreement. "Miss Finch, can you give us an example of when a Cured customer disturbed your establishment?"

Fitch opened her mouth, but there was silence. She stammered but came up with nothing. Her attorney buried her hands in her face. Case set and match. Twenty minutes later she was declared guilty and forced to pay the fine of 1,300 dollars under title Nine. Take that!! I had the smuggest grin on my way back to my car. Fitch was not far behind me grumbling under her breath. The protesters quickly saw her, and got louder. Some even spat fire and acid at her feet as she came by. I heard her scream and throw her now molten shoes at them. That's when it felt like everything started to go in slow motion. A brief glimpse of hell broke out.

The entire mob rampped up their attacks. Some even dropped their signs to the ground. More spit, more fire, and more anger. There was little to be done. Fitch's Attorney was already running away. Looks like its up to me. I got up higher on the courtroom steps and took aim. She was in my sight. Someone was trying to grab her arm, so I have little time. I shot some web at her waist and wrapped it tight, then quickly threw as much web around her as I could from a distance. I pulled hard reeling her closer to the steps and out of harms way. The guards and cops showed up. the flashes of television and news cameras all around us. I kept focus on Fitch. I ran down to her to make sure she was okay, and took all the web off of her outfit. She spat at me in return. You're welcome. At least I got to do something besides office work. 

After that conflict I needed another cup of coffee, so I grabbed one on my way back to work. Once Inside  I put it on the Halloween themed coaster next to my computer. Now was a good as anytime to do some digging. If I'm going to connect Honen to Rae I'll have to dig up something. Firsts things first. I put his name into our system to see if anything pops up. Mark Honen. Turns out this is not his first rodeo with us. He's been a part of several white collar crimes over the last twelve years. He works as a financial analyst for the Assets United Financial. They've had more than one lawsuit regarding their accounts. He's been around the bend a few times.