Post by ANTONIA BEVERLY DAWSON. on Sept 27, 2012 10:55:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #777e3f solid 30px; border-bottom: #777e3f solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] got no lover . during the three and a half months that antonia had settled into carmel's homicide department, she had never been handed a case that took more than forty-two hours to complete. considering carmel was a small town, it didn't really take a lot of time to get the answers that you needed; at least, not with a woman like antonia partnering up with a guy like dominick. between the both of them, whatever cases that they actually had to get answers to were quickly dealt with. unfortunately, not even a day ago, someone had decided to try and be smart, and attempted to make a murder look like a suicide. but the killer had been sloppy, and the suicide he attempted to leave didn't follow any suicidal pattern their behaviourists could detect. that left antonia's free time rather short, and she was a woman who couldn't stand having time to herself to do whatever she pleased, so she was more than eager to get the case wrapped up as quickly as possible. of course, the only thing standing in her way of that was her partner. it wasn't that she hated him, or anything remotely that silly, but he reminded her a lot of andrew, and that all in itself confused her beyond belief. antonia was constantly torn between being annoyed at him, or pinning him against a wall in sexual frustration. luckily, she'd shown up to the motel earlier than him, so she actually had some time to concentrate on the case files and descriptions before he arrived and started to throw her emotions for a spin. grabbing a beer from the mini fridge, antonia almost put it back, but the little bit of the chill that clung to the bottle made her reconsider drinking it. twisting the cap off, she carelessly tossed it in the general direction of the waste basket before turning her attention to the wall over top of the kitchenette's table. raising the beer to her lips, she sucked back a rather large starter swig, her eyes scanning the photos of the crime scene first, taking in the details of the old woman's position, and the overkicked chair that would've supposedly been what she was keeping herself alive with. it was too far from her body for her to have kicked it over, the woman's height barely being up to antonia's shoulders. sighing, she took another swig and switched her attention to the table in front of her. leaning down, she set her beer onto the table's surface, and opened up the file with the written information taken from the suspect who found her. his claims were innocent enough on paper, but antonia just wasn't sure. then again, this entire case was completely bizarre to her. "why would someone kill ms. garth anyway? it's not like the old hag had any money, or value." groaning, she grabbed her beer bottle and walked to the room's window. opening the curtain at the side just enough to peek through the glass, she searched what she could see of the parking lot for dominick's vehicle. helpful or not, it was still better bouncing ideas off a living person than walls. 534 words . outfit . this is kind of sucky. they'll get better! |
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