Dead Men Might Tell Tales, Part 2

Posted on Tue 16th Oct, 2012 @ 7:40pm by Lieutenant Adam Keller

544 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/2
Location: Orchids & Jazz, Deck 400
Timeline: TBD, 0130

Adam stood off to the side, observing how his investigations officer would handle things. He took note that the man showed sincerity to the lady, but his firmness and insistence that they stay near the crime scene showed Adam that the man was in control of the situation.

Jenna turned so her back was completely to the body at a table toward the back of the loft. She took a deep breath and looked at the photo. "Yes, I remember serving him." She closed her eyes to shut out everything around her, and searched for exact memories of the man.

"He said he was waiting for someone. He came in around midnight, I think, perhaps a little earlier. He ordered an Altairian brandy and . . . Death by Chocolate." She opened her eyes and looked at the investigator. "Yes, I'm sure that was the order, but I can double check the records."

"Thank you." Devyn gave a kind smile and made note of what the woman had said. "Do you remember how many others were up here? Tables full? A handful of people?" If he could narrow her memory down to one or two perhaps get a description of some of them or even names.

Jenna stared at the wall behind the investigator's head, thinking, counting mentally. After a moment, she answered. "Tables were not full. I would say when I first seated him, there were perhaps ten others in the loft, all nearing the end of a meal, or appearing to be thinking about leaving, since no one wanted a drink replenished."

Her eyes met those of the Lieutenant. "I only remember two regulars who were here, and I saw both of them leave within a few minutes of the man's arrival. Then I was busy downstairs," she shrugged. "I really couldn't say when others left, or if someone else arrived after I brought his drink and dessert. I'm sorry I can't be more helpful. I didn't expect . . . . " Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged her shoulder again.

He put a hand out and touched her shoulder. "Thank you for the information. It will help." He got up. "I know you're uncomfortable here so if you'd like to go. I'm through for now. I'll contact you if I need anything else and if you remember anything more...please contact me."

Jenna nodded, rising and being careful not to look in the direction of the dead man. "Thank you. You've been most ... thoughtful. Do you need to see the doorman, Reon Velasquez?"

"Did he have access to up stairs? If so then yes, I'd like to speak with him as well." Devyn nodded.

"He had access," Jenna replied. "However, he remains at the entrance unless there is a disturbance elsewhere in the club. There were no disturbances tonight." Her eyes flickered toward the ceiling briefly. "That we heard, anyway."

"So he wasn't up here for any reason?" Devyn asked before answering. "I won't need to speak with him just yet then."

Jenna nodded and left him to his work. As she walked down the stairs, she thoughtfully considered the events of the evening. She scanned her memories for anything little thing that might help find out what had happened and who had done this terrible thing.

 

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