Constable George Crabtree (
19centconstable) wrote2011-10-04 03:15 pm
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Case #26: Video
[George is stood in his room. If it seems more well lit than usual...it is. Because ghosts can't haunt you in the light; too see-through.]
I think the obvious solution is to hold one to several seances. Whom on board is the most sensitive?
We might also try to catch one of the spirits mid-haunt and try to communicate with it there, but that would require everybody turning out their lights and being quite quiet, luckily, rather late at night. Would anybody else be interested in taking part in such an investigation? ...because I wouldn't like to undertake one alone.
I think the obvious solution is to hold one to several seances. Whom on board is the most sensitive?
We might also try to catch one of the spirits mid-haunt and try to communicate with it there, but that would require everybody turning out their lights and being quite quiet, luckily, rather late at night. Would anybody else be interested in taking part in such an investigation? ...because I wouldn't like to undertake one alone.
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She's nothing. Deep down. Not important.
...So when are you holding your "activity" session?
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I'm not sure. I need to do some reading up on it first. Perhaps around the weekend.
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[he licks his lips] Can I ask you a question?
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[Hoffman can't keep the emotion out of his voice. He sounds...anxious? Anxious. That's anxiety. He likes George. George says nice things.]
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But thinking about you committing murder does make me...sad.
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Because I was a cop and I did it or because I was me and did it?
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[He sounds a little lost.] Goes to fucking show you.
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Even here on the barge.
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There was a serial killer in Toronto, about a year ago, who killed women. Women who worked. Eight women in every town he passed through. He cut them up something awful: it was all very much like this case in White Chapel, and this fellow they called "Jack the Ripper". Have you heard of it? A detective from Scotland Yard came to help us investigate, because he thought it might be this Jack. I can't say that I liked him; he was short with everybody, and not like the Inspector is, where you know he's only pushing you to be your best. But he was clever. Almost as clever as Detective Murdoch. Almost. And he shot a man who had a knife to our Henry's neck. Henry liked him, even before that. He gave the lads this game: Snakes and Ladders. It's to do with morality, apparently.
The killer killed two women, and he left notes for us: "try and stop me", they said. But Detective Murdoch put the pieces together, and used the Daylight-in-a-Box to find the true crime scene, and took fingermarks.
And he found that they belonged to the Detective from Scotland Yard. Only he wasn't: he had killed the real detective, and tried to kill our Doctor Ogden, but she was able to fend him off with a pair of scissors. She drove them straight into his heart. Before he died, he thanked her.
He had never thrown us off his case. He wanted to see how close to being caught he could get. It was all a game to him: those women's lives, all of our lives; even his own. It was all just so meaningless.
Private-Audio ...I need to watch George's canon that sounded amazing.
I've heard of Jack the Ripper. He inspired The Black Dahlia, Ed Gein, a lot of the modern serial killers.
[Hoffman is quiet.]
...My sister died.
[This isn't news.]
She was dating a speed-freak, a guy on...drugs. Really bad drugs. He'd abused her and she fought back. He cut off her head. Only we didn't realize he'd cut off her head until we moved the corpse and her head fell off.
[Kerry and screamed. Hoffman had been inconsolable. First time he'd vomited it at a crime scene since he was a rookie. Eric, Rigg, and two patrolman had to drag him back to the station house]
I was content to believe that the system had worked itself out until one of my guys-
One of my guys beat Seth. In custody. A "rough interrogation" they called it. Then a CSI tech was arrested for stealing from the lab. All of her cases were called into question. Including my sister's. They found that-despite fingerprints, despite his confession, the evidence had been mishandled and that his confession had been extorted. He did 5 years out of a 25 year sentence. He was released. With an apology.
[Hoffman doesn't sound angry. He just sounds flat. Dead even.]
We were working a bad serial killer case. Jigsaw made Jack the Ripper look like a painter. Like a kid show. He didn't kill anyone. He tortured people. He put them in expensive rube goldberg devices designed to make them cut off a limb to save their lives.
I used one to murder Baxter. I would have gotten away with it if Jigsaw hadn't caught me. He-
[That part is a bit too sore still and a more fit subject for his warden.]
I was trying to do justice.
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Our Inspector is a big supporter of the rough interrogation.
But killing a man isn't justice.
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[There is a slight strangled noise]...Angelina was a teacher. she taught kids. At her funeral people were sobbing and crying. They made it about me but it should have been about her..
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I'm sorry.
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...Shit. The papers tried to make it all about me. "Detective's sister slain." That wasn't right.
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Sometmes the press takes things too far. But it's sort of traditional to identify the deceased by their relationship to the living in obituaries, and epitaths. It's really meant to comfort those of us left behind.