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Ethan White
 NPC, 8 posts
 "D Pres"
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 06:04
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D Pres' expression becomes one of disgust. "Her name was Zoe Fisher. She was supposed to go to the warehouse I told you about. Never showed. I called the stupid whore, she says she ran into some guy not far from the place. Said he told her she was in danger if she went in. She believed him, whoever the hell he was. Hung up on me. I never saw her again."
Jane Adler
 player, 412 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 06:10
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Smart girl.  I'll have to talk to her, if I can find her.  "One last question for you.  Have you ever tried Black Rain?"  Most dealers knew not to sample their own product, but then he didn't really sell Rain.  He just sent people into the world it enveloped.
Ethan White
 NPC, 9 posts
 "D Pres"
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 14:27
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He shakes his head. "Nah. I mean, I got no objection usually. I test my own shit for quality from time to time, but Galt never give me any Rain."

He shifts in his seat. "In fact, he told me not to use any, if I happened to come across it. Said it's real hard to come back from. I took the man at his word."
Jane Adler
 player, 413 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 17:33
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She gave a little nod of satisfaction and turned toward the detectives.  "I've got what I need."  Moving a bit away from the door, she let the officers do what they needed to do, though she kept an eye on D.  Surely they'd checked him for weapons after cuffing him, but one never knew.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 125 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:38
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Something of a predatory gleam enters Greer's eyes as he regards D Pres for a moment before turning his attention to the vice detective. Giving an exaggerated sigh and shake of his head, he says. "You did it again, didn't you, Merricks?" he asks.
Harper Merricks
 NPC, 3 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:39
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Merricks responds with an expression of mock surprise, then pulls up her shirt as if to check the microphone hidden beneath. "Yeah, I did," she responds, "I'm sorry, Colton. It's just habit. Guys start talking about breaking the law, I switch the damn thing on."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 126 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:39
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"Well, isn't that just bad fucking luck," Greer says, approaching D Pres, "So now, I've got you recorded talking about setting up at least thirty drug buys here in the city and receiving cash reimbursement for every sale that was made."
Ethan White
 NPC, 10 posts
 "D Pres"
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:40
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The dealer's eyes widen. "No...that's bullshit, Greer! It's entrapment! That same recording, it's got on there where you said you'd cut me loose if I cooperated."
Harper Merricks
 NPC, 4 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:40
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Merricks winces. "Yeah...about that. I kinda forgot to record that part."
Ethan White
 NPC, 11 posts
 "D Pres"
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:40
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D Pres looks back at Greer. "You can't fucking do this to me, man! I get locked up, I'm gonna be..."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 127 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:41
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"Shut up," Greer says, cutting the dealer off, his voice hard despite his hoarseness. "That recording's going to sit in Detective Merricks' desk drawer downtown, safe and sound. Tomorrow, eight in the morning, I'm coming back here and I better damn well find this place vacant. When we leave, you are exiting Cincinnati with all the speed you can muster."

Greer leans in. "I hear your name, catch word of you anywhere and I'm going to make it my mission in life to bring you in. And when I do, Detective Merricks is going to play her recording for the DA and they'll get to start figuring out what they can make of thirty new distribution counts against a repeat drug offender. While they're doing that, I'll be on the phone with DEA, discussing what kinds of federal statutes you may have broken. And when it's all over, they'll bury you under Marion."

"We clear?"

Ethan White
 NPC, 12 posts
 "D Pres"
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:42
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"Crystal," the dealer says quietly.
Harper Merricks
 NPC, 5 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:42
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As Greer unlocks D Pres' handcuffs, Merricks pulls a Kahr CM9 handgun from the back of her waistband. Showing it to the dealer, she says, "Sorry, this stays with me. You need a permit. And no felony convictions."

The vice detective leads the group down the narrow stairwell and back to the building's entrance. Patting Greer on the shoulder she says, "I'll get the recording filed, in case we really do need it later. Hand off the gun to the gang task force. You need anything else, let me know."

She ventures outside into the strengthening rain, heading west at a quick pace.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 128 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 19:42
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Greer looks to Adler. "You sure you have everything you were looking for?" he asks. "I can head back up and rattle his cage some more if you forgot anything."
Jane Adler
 player, 414 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 21:31
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"No, I couldn't think of anything else.  He gave us plenty.  Two new meeting locations.  A drop point to stake out.  His contact.  The girl that got away.  Lots of new leads to intertwine into this chaotic tangle of a case.  Unless you can think of something I forgot?"  She gave him a long, hard look.  "I do have questions for you, though.  We need to talk.  Where are you going after this?"
Colton Greer
 NPC, 129 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 22:28
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He sighs and shakes his head. "I didn't...nowhere. The only place I was going was to my apartment. Crash for a few hours. I haven't slept."

"Listening in there, I thought about hitting The Cellar tonight. Seeing if I could put some fear on that merchandise guy. But it was just an idea."


His eyes go to the floor and remain there. "I'm sorry about what happened. I should've made time during all the insanity to call. I'm just...this isn't an excuse, but for years, the only people I could call friends were other cops. They already know the dirty details of every disastrous thing that happens on the job. I didn't...think. I let myself get caught up in answering questions, trying to figure out what started the mess in the first place. Not disclosing the real reason I'd been there."

"I know it doesn't matter, but I promise I wasn't trying to put myself in the middle of that thing. I just called in SWAT so they could control the damage. I didn't get in the line of fire until a couple of uniforms got themselves in a fix. And then I was only trying to help them get out safely, not trading shots with gangbangers."


He continues to look down, refusing to return Adler's gaze. "I know where this is headed, though. You don't trust me now. I get that. And I have it coming. I can't pretend I didn't screw up. I guess I've just gotten too used to handling everything on my own."

"So go ahead, ask away. I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Jane Adler
 player, 415 posts
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 22:45
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She scowled at him.  "Greer, will you shut the fuck up and quit talking out of your ass?  I was mad, but I got over it.  You're supposed to let me yell at you so I can get it off my chest, but nooooo...  you've gone and ruined that, too.  Now I can't even be angry because you sound so pitiful."

"I trust you completely.  I was pissed because I was worried, and when I get worried, I get pissed.   Like you, I'm used to doing stuff on my own, so I can't really blame you for that.  You already said it yourself, I'm not a cop, and you've never worked with a PI before, so you wouldn't even think to call.  Tripp already filled me in on the details, so I know what happened.  AND, she took your fucking side, so take that as a little victory."

"Enough about that, though.  Who is Robert Galt, and why was that douche bag up there taunting you about your brother?"
Colton Greer
 NPC, 130 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 00:37
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Greer looks up and blinks at Adler for a moment, apparently completely uncertain exactly how to respond to her. After a discernible pause, he finds his footing again by focusing on her questions.

"Robert Galt came to Cincinnati from England. Cops that talked to him said he never lost the accent. CPD and the Feds are pretty sure Galt wasn't his real name. British police could never match up a birth record with his age and physical description. The FBI had a working theory that he was ex-SAS, based on accounts of his capabilities, but that's really just conjecture."

"Galt became tied to the Russian Mafia here. He was originally a freelancer, taking whatever work they gave him, but then worked himself up into the position of enforcer. Threats, assaults, and murder when the organization called for it. He was slippery. Covered his tracks well. Suspected of a lot, but there was never enough evidence to charge him with anything. On the street, he was feared."


Greer shakes his head. "Five years ago, he disappeared. Went completely silent. Off the grid. You don't need me to tell you what the working theory was. In that business, there's usually only one reason you go dark. No one in law enforcement mourned. It was one less capable bad guy to contend with."

He glances up the stairs. "Only now, Mr. Personality up there is saying Galt's who roped him into Rain, three years ago. Doesn't make a damn bit of sense. Maybe someone just adopted the name to throw people off. Scare them a little. But it bears more looking into."

Glancing at Adler again, he walks over to a nearby window. He is silent for a moment, then sighs. "My brother, Jesse, he...well, he had problems when he was a teenager. He was a year younger than me. But...I don't know, I'm not saying I didn't take our Mom leaving hard, but it really seemed to get to him worse. She had an affair. Lawyer she worked for as a paralegal. Left us for him."

"Jesse had some trouble with drinking and drugs here and there. Got locked up once. But he managed to graduate. I helped him a lot, especially his senior year. He worked for a while, landscaping, took some night classes. Then after a year or so, he decided to go into the Army."
Greer laughs. "My Dad said between Jesse going in the military and me being on the force, we were going to turn his hair white early."

Greer drums the glass with his fingertips. "He went to Iraq. It...did something to him. When he got back, after about a year and a half, he fell back into drugs."

He shakes his head, his eyes locked on the rain winding in small rivers down the glass. "I tried everything. When I promoted to narcotics, hell, I was connected to every drug program, detox, and counselor in Hancock County. Even got him hooked up with the VA. Sometimes, things would start to look upbeat. Jesse would dry out. Stay in counseling. Do support groups. NA meetings. But then something would go haywire and down he'd go again. I never gave up hope. I always thought we'd find the winning combination eventually. That someday, he'd go back to being the goofy, fun-loving guy I grew up with."

He slides his hands into his pockets. "I found him. He hadn't answered his phone in a couple of days. That was never a good sign." He pauses. "It looked like he'd just gone to sleep. The ME assured me he didn't suffer."

He shrugs, eyes still on the window. "Word gets around. Jesse bought from some of the people I busted. Somebody figured out the relationship. Dealers talk to other dealers. Now, every once in a while, someone I arrest gets to mention my brother's death. Just to put the hurt on. Remind me how I couldn't save him."

"D Pres was just the latest."

Jane Adler
 player, 416 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 01:12
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She followed him to the window and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.  "God. I'm sorry, Colton.  You want me to go up and beat his ass?  That piece of shit deserves it." She half turned, glancing up the stairs, thinking about how good it would feel to beat D Pres down with her nightstick.  Get it together, Jane.  Your anger issues are going to get the best of you one day.

Shaking her head, she turned back.  Moving closer so they couldn't be heard, she spoke quietly.  "I'm going out of town for a couple of days.  I talked to Dash about his run-in with Severin.  The basics are that he stumbled into one of the cult's rituals and Severin caught him as he was running, was trying to haul him off somewhere.  Dash got away and made it to Breaker's where they called the cops.  They basically let him live because he's a drunk.  Anything he said would just be ravings from another crazy homeless person.  But get this... he I.D.ed the painting I have as Severin.  MacGregor is Severin.  Or Severin is MacGregor.  I don't know which.  The guy that warned me off digging is Severin.  Or goes by that name.  I don't know if he's the fairy tale going around in the force, but whatever, he's using the name."

"I'm getting Dash out of town.  If they've seen me poking around and have caught me talking to him, they're going to come after him.  He knows too much.  I'll be back day after tomorrow.  Do me a favor -- don't go digging any more into this case until I get back, okay?  You start following up on new leads without backup and things could go sideways again, like last night."

Colton Greer
 NPC, 131 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 03:02
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Greer is quiet for a long moment, processing all that Adler has told him. "Getting him out seems like the best thing to do. It's also a win you can take away from this mess. Moving someone out of harm's way."

He turns to her and shakes his head. "You can't ask me to do nothing for two days. I'll lose my mind." He pauses, considering, then says. "How about this? I stick to research. I'll dig into the reports on Severin. See if there are any meaningful patterns or clues in them. Since we know he's MacGregor, let me see if there's anything else, even subtle information, that tie the two together. I might also read up on Galt, while I'm at it."

"I may also do a little digging in property records. especially about those locations D Pres mentioned. I won't pay a visit to any of them. But I want to see if there's any interesting information to be had in their history. Especially the apartment building that's the drop point."


As he regards her, a familiar glint enters his eyes. "I'll lay low. Honest. I mean, unless I just get really bored."

"Do you need to yell at me before you get going? You still can, if it'll help."

Jane Adler
 player, 417 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 03:29
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She balled up her fist and tapped him gently on the jaw.  "How about that?  Feels much better than yelling."  She snorted.  "Digging is fine, research is fine, but no more gangbanger shootouts.  Actually, did any of the bangers get picked up?  We need to know who sent them and who set them up.  I thought you might be able to use resources in the gang units to find out.  You know, you might be able to reverse that -- use the gangs to go after the Black Rain goons."

"I'll keep in touch with Lynch.  If anything goes down on his end, I'll let you know."  She shoved her hands into her pockets, looking out to the rain.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 132 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 04:41
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Greer nods. "SWAT got anyone who wasn't seriously hurt. Everything was chaos that night, but I got enough out of the crosstalk to figure out that the Disciples were expecting to meet an informant who could tell them who murdered their people and the Norteņos thought they were meeting up with allies who wanted to warn them about some new players who were trying to encroach on established territories. Both sides were definitely played."

"Now that the smoke's cleared, let me see if the gang task force has any sense of who set the meetings up. I'll also look into any contacts within the gangs that info on Black Rain could be passed to. It...might be a little slow going. I'll have to do it quietly. The brass made it clear they don't want me meddling, especially not while I'm on leave."


His hand hovers for a moment uncertainly before coming to rest on Adler's upper arm. "I know wherever you're going is safe, but...be careful. Please. Especially since you're driving with someone these monsters might want to get to."
Jane Adler
 player, 418 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 05:33
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"I will be," she assured him.  "We'll be gone before they even know we're missing.  One of the reasons I wanted a safehouse.  I couldn't risk dropping him back off at the shelter.  He's a nice guy.  I think he'll be alright once we get out of the city.  I'm not planning on coming back until the day after tomorrow, but if you need me, give me a call.  I can be back in just a few hours."

She glanced to the hand on her arm and smiled.  "Go home.  Get some rest.  You look like shit.  We'll grab some takeout when I get back, take stock of what where we are with the case, and figure out how we can take advantage of the new leads.  I might even let you sleep over, if you behave while I'm gone."  One eyebrow quirked teasingly.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 133 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 07:29
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Greer swallows hard. "Then I'll be on my very best behavior. Promise," he replies.

He glances back at the window, briefly watching the rainfall. Returning his attention to Adler, he says, "Let me walk you to your car."
Davin Lynch
 NPC, 20 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 07:29
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Tomorrow, Lynch told himself. Standing, he rolled his neck, then each of his shoulders, before stepping over to the cooler and retrieving a bottle of water. Opening it, he took a long drink, then recapped it.

His eyes fell to the weapons on the tarp. He felt antsy. Never a good sign. With deliberate calm, he diverted his attention back to the window, bringing Captain Weber's words to mind as he did so.

"The battlefield is always fluid. Sound tactics are not."

First Sergeant Polk had managed to put it more succinctly. "Who do you want to get dead? You or them?"

He moved into the garage, the closed doors screening him from sight as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the ritual, as much as the tobacco, settle him down.

Tomorrow. Ordeal had a show at The Cellar. He'd verified it online and with a phone call. Most, if not all of them would be gone. Best time to get a look inside. Pulling the trigger on that recon early was probably a quick ticket to a box. Aiden deserved better than that.

He dropped his cigarette to the oil stained floor and crushed it out. Returning to the office, he stooped down and peered through the scope of his rifle.

And froze. A curious frown creased his brow.

That was new. And although it went against the cynical mindset that years in the Middle East had established in him, inwardly, he had to admit that it might just be an enormous break.