Lost Sleep

Jan. 10th, 2016 11:07 pm
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At 2:59 a.m., a text had arrived and it simply read: “01/08/16. Shooting. Female victim. 700 Block of Washington Street. No leads.”

The message came from a burner phone, but Brian, thick with sleep and thirst, knew that it was Detective Wilt Shipman, who didn’t give a shit if the ordinary men of the world were drooling into pillows or fucking pretty girls or what. When he wanted information, he was relentless, like a drill bit to the skull. If Wilt acted according to pattern, one ignored text led to a call, which led to a fist on the door, and finally an unmarked police car blaring its horn on the street. The dude was a prick. Brian attempted to cut him off at the pass with a return text - “she’ll still be dead at 8 a.m.”, but wisdom prevailed. At this hour, no one would see him skulking around the crime scene, which was probably Wilt’s line of thinking.

In the amber haze of a dirty streetlamp, he put on jeans and laced into his boots. He reclaimed an only vaguely dirty Ramones t-shirt from the hamper and topped it with a wool coat. His hair was still plastered to his forehead when he left the house. His old van grumbled and a fan belt squealed. The van was a holdover from his twenties when he needed it to haul gear for his band, back before responsibilities like child support and a mortgage payment. He plugged his phone into the stereo (definitely not factory) and picked through a playlist. Once he found a good song, he wiped his dry eyes and threw the transmission into reverse.

He stopped only once, for cigarettes, between his driveway and the address. He double-checked it. As far as murders went, it was an odd place to pick. Residential, historic neighborhood, cars with no body damage, American flags proudly swaying on front porches. The yellow tape, strung between the corner of a slumping garage and a cluster of trees, stuck out like a sore thumb; during another month, it would’ve been mistaken for a cheap Halloween decoration.

Wilt knuckle-tapped on the window. “I wish you’d lose this hunk of junk,” he said through the crack. The detective peered into the interior. “People probably think you’re hauling sex trafficking victims.”

“I bet the money’s better.” Brian got out and shut the door. On the way to the plot of grass, he killed his cigarette. “What am I looking for?”

“Bullet hole in the side of the garage,” called the detective, who gestured with a single cup of coffee.

Asshole.

Brian watched him head back to the street and then ducked under the tape. His palms, closed tight in their coat pockets, held an anticipatory tingle. They had been weapons in his thirty-two years of life, tricky digits designed to receive tactile information -- soft, rough, cold, wet -- but which supplied him with untold other details. The deep history of places. The secrets of people. The banal didn’t leave much of an imprint. It was the meat of life, the love and the hate and the greed, that turned an ephemeral thing like memory into a sort of fingerprint… psychic energy pressed onto three-dimensional objects.

He found the hole in the vinyl siding. His hand hovered. It was a risk. Sometimes he got more than he bargained for. A knife that sliced a stranger’s flesh cut Brian, too, in a different way. He had once lost an entire month of good sleep over a noise and a vivid mental picture (red bubbles expanding and popping in a throat). There were other, less violent ones. Powerful ones, like the treachery of his mother’s unlaundered sheets, and the last moments of his father’s life, which he spent clutching his chest inside the vinyl cape of a wet shower curtain.

What would he see this time? Was it worth whatever cash Wilt threw his way in order to improve his ratio of solved cases?

Brian shut his eyes and traced the shape of the bullet hole.

God, he hoped so.

Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-11 06:24 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Focus)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
She really did have to remember to put fuel in the car before the needle dropped past the E on the gauge. No matter how she felt, or tried, the car just didn't want to work without it. And 3am was a really shitty time to be reminded.

Especially after the night she had had at the Monroe's. "Just a dozen or so," they'd said, "and we'll buy in all the food," they'd said, "so you will have an easy night of it!" they'd said.

They'd lied. Or not lied as much as lost all touch with reality. She wasn't quite sure whether she'd missed the math class that equated 'a dozen' was actually 42, and there must have been something somewhere on her forehead that said 'SUCKER' because they didn't even think that perhaps the food her mother had listed for the dozen 'or so', was just not going to stretch to another 30 people.

She was glad her brother's study could be put aside for this emergency, and he was able to come and get things started while she'd done an emergency run to an all-night market to pick up, at premium prices of course, more supplies. She and Wyn had worked furiously, preparing and plating, serving and stashing away the containers their mother had also brought over to supplement the supply. At least the Monroe's had realised their screwup and had given an extremely large tip, on top of what they would be paying once it had all been calculated - her father's job the next morning.

And now she was walking. She could actually feel the footpath through the soles of her shoes as she trudged along the street, walking to the nearest gas station nearly eight blocks away. She turned the corner and blinked, a frown forming as she slowed a little. Two men talking, one gesticulating toward the building where some tape appeared to snake across the yard to a tree. She didn't have to check her watch to know it was well after 3am, and a glance at the vehicles in the street added to the disjointed scene - they're weren't from this neighbourhood.

Her curiosity got the better of her and she paused at the front of the block, head cocked to one side as she watched the man who appeared to be studying the wall of the garage.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-12 11:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
Her curiosity had always been stranger than most other instincts, especially those which would stop her from entering a situation where she might not be welcome, nor of much use. Like a crime scene.

"You okay?" she asked, taking a step or two onto the grass when the man suddenly crouched, apparently muttering to himself.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-13 05:42 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Concern)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
She sleeps back as he stood, suddenly realising how quiet it was and how loud her voice had been. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she immediately apologised, and continuing straight on to answer his question.

"And no, this isn't my house, unfortunately," she told him, leaving out the part about her being out of fuel. "Guess it's not yours either," she added, glancing over her shoulder to see where the other man was. Her mind had already raced ahead with what she saw as she added, "are you a cop? And is something wrong?" Which she realised as she said it was probably one of the most ridiculous of questions given the time, location, and tape.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-17 12:59 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Unsure)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
She glanced toward the vehicle he indicated, the other man's silhouette visible inside. Her mind leapfrogged from one stepping stone to the next, that the silhouette was the 'buddy', that the tape really was what it looked like, that something was 'wrong' here, and this man was looking for clues, or evidence, or whatever it was that analysts looked for.

That made Melody blink, her mouth falling open as the stupid question rolled out before she had a chance to stop it. "Why reasonably priced?" she heard in her own ears as she frowned, looking from the guy in front of her, to the house and back again. Her hands tugged the edges of her light coat a little tighter around her body as the chill of the evening started to be felt all of a sudden. "Is there something wrong with it?"

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-17 11:50 pm (UTC)
melodymagic: (Melody)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
At first Melody did as she was told, staring straight ahead and seeing for the first time the dark smudge on the side of the garage that he was suggesting was a bullet hole. Was she really where the shooter was standing? Her pulse started to pick up as her hand came up, making as if she was holding a gun. She swallowed, imagining for a moment what might have been going through the shooter's head. Was a bullet fired in self defense, or anger, or cold blooded murder? The last option sent a shiver through her and she noticed the bushes beside the garage start to vibrate, shaking and rustling as if something or someone was in them.

She quickly dropped her hand back to her side and spun around, hoping the man hadn't seen the bushes, and if he had that he'd not really taken much notice.

"Where's the body?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder and wondering if it was inside the garage, and still there.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-18 03:31 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Concern)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"Oh," she responded. "Poor woman," she murmured, a cold shiver running down her spine as if she herself was lying on a cold surface. She tugged her jacket again and glanced at his belt, realising what he was asking as he held his coat open. Right now she wished she had a coat. She hadn't been expecting to be outside in the cold this long, and hadn't brought it with her. Not for the first time she wished her abilities stretched to making things she'd forgotten or left behind appear in her hands, because then she'd have made a fuel can full of fuel appear and not be right here right now.

She took a few tentative steps toward the garage, and looking down at the ground, wondering if she was standing on spot, then figured that that was sort of the point of what he was asking. She straightened and turned to face him. As she did she blinked, a shadow seeming to form behind the man, and then slowly shrink down. She angled her head to see past him, frowning, then straightened again. "About here?"

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-18 04:55 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Close)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
Melody was biting on her bottom lip to stop her jaw from starting to shiver with the cold as she stood there. And then the man started to move closer. She looked him up and down, trying to figure out how old he might be, probably at least early thirties, and was looking to see if he was wearing a wedding ring when she saw the tattoo on the inside of his wrist. She'd seen one like it, or at least she thought it was similar, in a book at the store she frequented when she had time and some spare cash. She managed to stop herself from asking about it, figuring he didn't really want her interrupting whatever it was he was doing.

And what was he doing?? He was getting closer, and she glanced across to the car where the other guy was still inside, from the looks of things talking on his cellphone, or something, and then the man was reaching past her to the garage wall... 'Don't move,' he said, so she didn't, figuring at least it would be a little warmer here than away from the building, and his approaching coat, which really was starting to look a whole lot warmer...

"Uh, ouch?" she said as his fingers tugged on her hair. She normally had it up, but had pulled the clip out as she had walked to her car, letting it fall down and cover her neck in the cold night air.

"Is this how you investigate all homicides?" she asked, beginning to wonder what the hell he was going to figure out 'forensically' by what he was doing.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-18 05:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
She had almost said no to the coat, but the warmth that started to spread through her skin was so much more preferable than the cold that had been seeping into her bones from the ankles up. She only had on the light slip-on shoes she wore when working again having expected to have been home snuggled up in bed by now, not standing in the dark, next to a garage with a bullet hole, on the spot where a woman had been killed...

"Thanks," she returned for the coat, her nose twitching a little as she inhaled his scent, and the slight hint of cigarette smoke. None of her family smoked. Melody had tried it once, inhaling from a cigarette a guy had offered her at a party, and had spent the next ten minutes between feeling nauseous, head spinning, and throwing up.

"I uh, really should be going. I have another eight blocks to go to get fuel, then walk back again," she said, a little reluctantly as the coat really was a lot warmer than her own light jacket. But she'd soon warm up with the walking. She followed his glance across at the car. "Does your partner usually leave you to do all the dirty work?"

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-19 01:58 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Melody)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"He is? Or you are?" she blurted out, then added, "I'm Melody, and pretty glad not to be the owner of this place," she said, seeing that he was starting to feel the cold already and not surprised.

"And normally I'd say I'm fine and be all independent and the like but tonight I'm going to say thanks, I'd really appreciate a ride," cutting it off there because she was pretty sure Brian, or Brian's partner, was not needing to know about the Monroe's 'small dinner party'.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-19 02:36 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Smile)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
Melody watched Brian as he leant in and talked to the other guy, rubbing her hands together in front of the vent to warm them once the air started to reach a temperature capable of warming. As she sat there she wondered about the woman who'd died, shot in front of her own home. Who was she? What did she do? Why did someone shoot her? Did she know it was going to happen? What went through her mind as she stood there an breathed her last breath? She was so lost in thought she jumped when Brian climbed into the driver's seat and shut the door.

"Going to get gas," she answered, realising as she said it he already knew that part. She grinned and angled her head giving him an innocent look. "You mean you've never come across someone walking eight blocks to buy gas at 3am before?" Glancing at her watch she gave a lop-sided grin. "Or 4 o'clock."
Edited Date: 2016-01-19 02:48 am (UTC)

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-19 05:52 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Orange - 1)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"Well, given you're being the chivalrous knight in... " She looked at him for a moment, then around the van before continuing with, "... a warm jacket and van with gas, I'm sure as shooting not aiming to hurt... and that was probably the worst way to put it, considering," she finished drily, rolling her eyes at her own comments, then figuring it was better to answer his question before she managed to make any more of a fool of herself. She didn't give him any chance for a response as she quickly started to talk.

"I was doing a 'loaves and fishes' act for a couple over on Willard Street, who have a funny idea of a dozen or so people for a dinner party, when they really meant 42, though I really don't think they even realised it was that many themselves as I don't think the left hand let the right hand know who they'd been inviting. And there are a whole lot of similies in there if you think about it, from the Last Supper right through to the answer to life, the universe and everything along with the restaurant at the end of the universe and the dolphins telling us so long and thanks for all the fish." She stopped, glanced over at him, and huffed a soft laugh as she wondered if he would be considering dropping her at the gas station and keeping on driving. She had a tendency to jump from one thought to another, and leave people floundering in her wake trying to figure out just where her mind was heading, or just not even wondering, but giving up trying to follow what she was saying.

"And I had to do a bit of driving around for those loaves and fishes, and didn't remember to fill up," she finished with a self-deprecating grin. "A blow for women libbers the world over. They'll probably revoke my non-existent membership..."

Date: 2016-01-20 01:12 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Orange - 2)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
Invariably people who were around Melody for the first time, and slammed by her verbal tsunami, would glaze over and simply nod and utter mindless oral platitudes and vague issuances by this point in the flood. So when Brian indicated he not only listened, but actually comprehended and then responded she was blown away a little. A smile spread across her face and she looked at him for a moment before replying.

"The last thing the dolphins said as they baled off this rock was, or is, or will be,'so long and thanks for all the fish!' And so that was the title to the 4th book in the Hitchhiker trilogy, because only Douglas Adams would write a trilogy with a 4th book," she explained with a glint of mischief in her eye.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-21 12:06 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Orange - 1)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"Other than give me a lift back to my car?" She shook her head as she opened the door and slid out. "It's OK, you don't have to hang around if you need to get back. I really appreciate the ride here," she said, slipping his coat off and putting it back on the passenger's seat so he could go.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-24 10:21 pm (UTC)
melodymagic: (Orange - 2)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
Melody didn't protest, she wasn't that stupid. Instead she did as he said, went inside and asked with the cashier who had the expression of someone who really didn't want to be there either, but managed a humourless smile at the very truncated explanation that she had run out of gas and pointed at the machine that made hot drinks. She paid for the container and tin and two hot chocolates before heading back out to the van.

As she approached she held out the capped cup to Brian. "Wasn't sure if you wanted coffee at this time of the morning, in case you wanted to get back to sleep, so I hope you like hot chocolate?"

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-27 04:06 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Hmm)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"Oh I know what you mean! I'm always doing the same when I'm taste testing while I'm cooking, and you'd think I'd done it often enough to have learnt, but noooo, every so often I forget and then very soon remember!" Melody replied, nodding as she clasped her hands around the body of the cup to soak in as much of the warmth as she could. While it was warm in the van now she still had some residual cold in the extremities, her toes curling and uncurling a little inside the soft slip-on shoes to hurry up the return of circulation.

As the van headed back toward the direction of the murder scene Melody glanced across at Brian. She had suddenly realised what was so odd about the scene. There was no body, no ambulance, no flashing lights, no wandering uniformed police door knocking, or whatever it is they do in a case of a murder. If you believed all the shows on TV that depict murder scenes the forensics guys were always called in before scenes were contaminated by everyone else. "Do you get a lot of calls to... these kind of scenes? At this time of the day, or night as the case may be?"

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-27 04:49 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Orange - 1)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"Right," Melody said, sounding like that explained it all, but already she had run through another myriad of questions in her head. One of them had been, "is he the murderer, and he's come back to see if he left any evidence behind?" which did bounce around in her head while the others skittered through and were quickly dismissed with an equally skitterish silent solution. She sipped from her cup and was lowering it from her lips when the van hit a pothole, heavily disguised in the shadow of a tree. Her cup flew from her hands, and her fingers flew open.

If one could slow down time and view the scene it would have looked something like this. The stream of hot chocolate that had been in the cup formed a lovely arc as it exited the cup, the lid leading the way toward the roof, then the windscreen. Melody's mouth fell open as her eyes widened, her pulse already a little higher now accelerated as her fingers extended toward the airborn cup, the contents now on a downward journey, about to splatter across the dashboard, windscreen, and floor.

Suddenly, as if in rewind, the hot chocolatey liquid reversed direction and appeared to run uphill, re-entering the cup, and the lid refastening as the cup settled back into Melody's fingers.

"Oops," she couldn't help but say, her eyes darting across to see if Brian had seen what happened.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-27 05:14 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Orange - 2)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"What?"

Well that was a little silly. He saw it all!

"That?" She stared at the dashboard for a moment, then down at her hands and back to him.

"Figured you didn't want me making a sticky mess on your dash?" she said, the question that had been bouncing around in her head about his being a murderer itching a little at the back of her brain. She rubbed her hands together, her palm a little itchy as it was sometimes afterwards.

She could see that he wasn't really angry-freaked or scared-freaked or thinking she was a freak, all expressions she had seen on the faces of people who'd seen something similar over the years. No, more curious-freaked she thought as she took a deep breath.

"I can move stuff, do things like that, and other things," she said, deciding this was a time to be honest instead of trying to hide it with humour, and act dumb.

"Can I have my hot chocolate back?" she added.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-27 05:36 am (UTC)
melodymagic: (Close)
From: [personal profile] melodymagic
"It's OK, I'm selective in my recollections," she said simply, taking a sip from the uncontaminated beverage before looking at him again. "Just the hot chocolate," she told him, settling back into her seat as she watched him. His reaction was a little different to any other she'd experienced, and she could see he wasn't about to call her names, or run screaming from the van. She'd had that happen once, the guy had left his own car, keys and all, and bolted, and she'd had to drive it back to his place and leave it there for him.

"You're not freaked out by it," she said, head angled a little as she watched him. "Why not? That's the usual reaction I get when I accidentally slip." She took another sip as she waited for his answer.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-28 12:42 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
At first Mel just looked at him, waiting for the punchline, or the smirk and line something like, "and pigs can fly!" But it didn't happen.

"You're serious," she said, fingers falling still where they had been picking at the slightly torn edge of the lid of the cup. "That's what you were doing, when I was standing there, you were seeing someone shoot that woman." It was said as a statement, not a question, as she had already skyrocketed past the obvious answer and started wondering what else he could 'see'. "Could you see who did it? Or do you see only one point of view, or are you the bullet? What did you see?" Deflection came naturally to her as she had had to do it for a long time.

"And who was the guy in the car?"

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-30 01:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
As she digested the information Mel directed him to take the two turns required that took them back to the Monroe's where her car was parked. The house was in darkness, the three other cars belonging to guests who were sound asleep inside too standing testament to her having carefully hidden their keys from their owners' sight, but in a location they would easily find in the morning - next to the coffee maker.

"So what did you see there? At that house? Was there anything that might help figure out what happened, and who shot the woman?" she asked, her curiosity piqued in both the event, and his abilities.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-30 04:56 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
His silence reminded her it was no longer late, it was getting toward early, and she reached for the door handle. "Kinda?" She laughed softly as she shook her head. It was the first time she'd met someone who wasn't freaked, and now she knew why. "There's nothing 'kinda' about being able to see stuff that happened," she told him. There were so many more questions she had, such as if things just came to him when he brushed past, or touched someone, or if he was somewhere he didn't know anything about and it happened.

But she didn't want to overdo it. "Thanks for the ride."

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-31 01:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
It an odd feeling, like a wave of relief and something a little extra, probably excitement given his abilities, that Mel felt as she took the proffered card and looked at it. Shoving her hot chocolate into the same hand as his card she quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out one of the few she had left after the Monroe's event and held it out to him. Her mother had drilled it into them from their first waiting gigs at her events, never go without cards because the best form of advertising was at those events, and the best way of making the right impression was to have a decent card to hand to the guest inquiring as to how to book them.

BEST WAI Catering, with her own name and cellphone number at the bottom, the company's details in the middle, with the other side listing the types of events they specialised in.

"That's my number at the bottom," she pointed out as she handed it to him.

Re: Lost Sleep

Date: 2016-01-31 02:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] melodymagic
Mel never wore jewelry when working, one of her mother's strict rules. It was all sitting at home on her dresser.

"Nice to meet you too, Brian," she replied, shaking his hand and smiling. "And thanks for the ride," she added letting his hand go and heading around the back of the van to grab the fuel. "Good luck with the case too."

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