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The Big Cheese tells her to get lost. Not in so many words. Oh, he'll help look for Joan. Get people out looking for her, but it's only been a day, Miss Freelander. She's probably just lost on the island somewhere. People go missing all the time, Miss Freelander. There's just not enough evidence, Miss Freelander.
So Druitt's got scratches on his arm, Joan's handkerchief and earring in his pocket. She's missing. He's a known serial killer with a taste for blondes but that's not enough to keep him locked up and interrogate him. Fuck.
Kate stalks out of the IPD Office after Druitt. She knows she should let this go and go look for Joan. Find Declan and Buffy and other-Kate and some of the other girls, Steve, and get Nikola to keep an eye on Druitt. That's what she should do. But Kate Freelander's still never met a bad idea she didn't like.
And when she sees Druitt strolling the hallways, putting a little clip in his step (to look for Joan, who is his friend, he says), Kate has to follow him. She just has to.
She corners him again headed to the second floor. The caves. "What'd you do? Stash her in the caves wrapped up in some laundry?"
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Title lyrics from Thea Gilmore's Heads Will Roll
So Druitt's got scratches on his arm, Joan's handkerchief and earring in his pocket. She's missing. He's a known serial killer with a taste for blondes but that's not enough to keep him locked up and interrogate him. Fuck.
Kate stalks out of the IPD Office after Druitt. She knows she should let this go and go look for Joan. Find Declan and Buffy and other-Kate and some of the other girls, Steve, and get Nikola to keep an eye on Druitt. That's what she should do. But Kate Freelander's still never met a bad idea she didn't like.
And when she sees Druitt strolling the hallways, putting a little clip in his step (to look for Joan, who is his friend, he says), Kate has to follow him. She just has to.
She corners him again headed to the second floor. The caves. "What'd you do? Stash her in the caves wrapped up in some laundry?"
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Title lyrics from Thea Gilmore's Heads Will Roll
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Date: 2012-01-31 12:10 am (UTC)His hand is balled into a fist by the time he realizes Annie is there beside him, feels her hand on his arm. It's enough to make his raising anger falter a little, and he nearly swears under his breath, because of all the times she could show up, it had to be now. He didn't want her to see him like this. Still, it didn't get rid of the reason why he was demanding answers in the first place. "He might know something. We can't just let him leave. What if -"
He trails off, teeth gritting. The sensible part of him comes back in full force, because he knows she has a point. This is only going to get him thrown in jail, and he's definitely not going to find Joan there. That doesn't mean backing off is a particularly easy thing to do, knowing full well he could be letting someone go that both knew where Joan was and was the cause of her disappearance.
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:04 pm (UTC)"Everything I know I have told to the police or to Kate," John stated again. Already his patience was on edge and he didn't want to see what would happen if the man took a swing at him.
"Neither of them can find reason to detain me and I'm weary of wasting time answering questions when I could be searching. You are welcome to waste your own time, but no longer welcome to do so with mine."
With that said, John turned on his heel and headed into the caves, hoping to find Joan before something happened to her.
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:15 pm (UTC)If, and she mentally stresses the if, he's not lying and he didn't hurt Joan, there's nothing to say he won't snap another time. No new targets. That's her M.O. right now. That and making herself the one he goes after.
She gives a small nod to Annie as Druitt turns to go then mutters, "Self-righteous SOB," in a tone that sounds more like exasperation than any real worry. Letting out a sigh, she tucks her hands in her pockets and adds, "As much as I'd like to pin this on him, and trust me, I totally would. Nothing would make me happier than to see his creepy bald ass behind bars. But I don't think he knows more than he's telling and neither does the IPD. We should probably make some kind of plan to divide up the island and search for Joan instead of wasting time on him. He won't talk unless you want me to hold a gun to his head and even then he probably would just call me a sociopathic bitch and tell me to enjoy my time in jail."