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6/5/2025, 9:13:13 AM
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"Hawthorne... I'm assuming he's done more than one of these. He's also good at the whole... stoic thing."
"It's not stoicism. It's professionalism. I don't expect my officers to be unfeeling robots, that wouldn't make you a better cop, in fact that might be worse than the alternatives. I do, however, expect what's going on in here." He taps his temple. "To not affect what's going on out there."
"I understand, sir. Would it be possible for me to look into any personal effects he may have had from when he was taken into custody however long ago?"
"We've got that handled, it's all been catalogued and anything that's been cleared should be available at the evidence room. Just ask for the cleared items, I'll send Hawthorne to meet you there." He pats you on the shoulder and holds your gaze for a moment.
You meet his eyes and do your best to wipe any dread or worry from your face. You breath slowly to untangle the knot in your gut and Reiner nods shallowly.
"Carry on, Officer DeLucia."
"Yes, sir."
He walks away and you go on auto-pilot as you navigate the pen and it's connecting halls. Your mind bounces from thought to thought, what do you say? Is it better to rip the band-aid off? Maybe you should lie... make it easier on them. You think of Caesar's little sister, how the hell do you explain something like this to a kid? Do you even have to? Maybe you can just tell the mom and let her handle the kids.
"Officer?"
A voice shakes you from your fog as your eyes refocus on the portly man behind the counter, surrounded by steel mesh and a small tray at the bottom. You clear your throat and straighten up.
"Sorry about that, uh... I need the cleared items for Garcia, V. Homicide Victim from Halloween Night."
A few key-strokes later and the man behind the counter clicks his tongue.
"Ah. One of the Blackgate vics... Uh-huh. Got it here, one second." He rises from his stool and vanishes amidst cheap shelving and plastic containers. He eventually returns with a plastic bag, which he slides through the gap in his window, as he pulls a tag off it and reads:
"We got.... One Wristwatch, non-functioning. One wallet containing: fifty bucks and various effects. One necklace, silver, religious. And... one silver flip-phone, functioning at time of confiscation." He glances up at you. "Sound right?"
"I don- I'm sure it's fine." You half heartedly mumble as you pick up the bag.
"If anything is missing the family'll put in a request. I'll make sure it gets through." A rough voice offers from behind you. "Y'hear that Williams?"
"Yes, Sergeant." The man behind the counter replies with a curt nod.
Hawthorne puts a hand on your shoulder and speaks firmly but not unkindly.
"C'mon. It's time to go."
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The drive is quiet. You behind the wheel while Hawthorne goes through some of the belongings. His thick fingers probes through the wallet.
"Sir? Is it... usual to do that?"
>>6252737
>>6252773
>>6252866
"Hawthorne... I'm assuming he's done more than one of these. He's also good at the whole... stoic thing."
"It's not stoicism. It's professionalism. I don't expect my officers to be unfeeling robots, that wouldn't make you a better cop, in fact that might be worse than the alternatives. I do, however, expect what's going on in here." He taps his temple. "To not affect what's going on out there."
"I understand, sir. Would it be possible for me to look into any personal effects he may have had from when he was taken into custody however long ago?"
"We've got that handled, it's all been catalogued and anything that's been cleared should be available at the evidence room. Just ask for the cleared items, I'll send Hawthorne to meet you there." He pats you on the shoulder and holds your gaze for a moment.
You meet his eyes and do your best to wipe any dread or worry from your face. You breath slowly to untangle the knot in your gut and Reiner nods shallowly.
"Carry on, Officer DeLucia."
"Yes, sir."
He walks away and you go on auto-pilot as you navigate the pen and it's connecting halls. Your mind bounces from thought to thought, what do you say? Is it better to rip the band-aid off? Maybe you should lie... make it easier on them. You think of Caesar's little sister, how the hell do you explain something like this to a kid? Do you even have to? Maybe you can just tell the mom and let her handle the kids.
"Officer?"
A voice shakes you from your fog as your eyes refocus on the portly man behind the counter, surrounded by steel mesh and a small tray at the bottom. You clear your throat and straighten up.
"Sorry about that, uh... I need the cleared items for Garcia, V. Homicide Victim from Halloween Night."
A few key-strokes later and the man behind the counter clicks his tongue.
"Ah. One of the Blackgate vics... Uh-huh. Got it here, one second." He rises from his stool and vanishes amidst cheap shelving and plastic containers. He eventually returns with a plastic bag, which he slides through the gap in his window, as he pulls a tag off it and reads:
"We got.... One Wristwatch, non-functioning. One wallet containing: fifty bucks and various effects. One necklace, silver, religious. And... one silver flip-phone, functioning at time of confiscation." He glances up at you. "Sound right?"
"I don- I'm sure it's fine." You half heartedly mumble as you pick up the bag.
"If anything is missing the family'll put in a request. I'll make sure it gets through." A rough voice offers from behind you. "Y'hear that Williams?"
"Yes, Sergeant." The man behind the counter replies with a curt nod.
Hawthorne puts a hand on your shoulder and speaks firmly but not unkindly.
"C'mon. It's time to go."
====
The drive is quiet. You behind the wheel while Hawthorne goes through some of the belongings. His thick fingers probes through the wallet.
"Sir? Is it... usual to do that?"
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