Hawaiian Police Department

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

Hawaiian Police Department

Kota · Death's Handmaiden

Case load was not as heavy as it always had been back in New York. She was actually looking forward to keeping busy. Kept her mind off the does of hell Lilith had injected in to her mind in the course of weeks bound to the nightmares bitch. Being on the team with Ash had in a way saved her. If she had to find consulting work to do her, or animators business she would have left Hawaii behind and gone back to Boston or fled to London where she had a few friends. This tropical sun shine and the lack of that feeling of the dead that Salem had she was would have gone insane with out work, and with out Memphis.

So much was in her mind, the crys and visions of a woman she did not know, a name repeated again and again. Crime Scenes on a picture reel mixed with image of Ash's blood body torn to shreds laying under the fall of a full moons light. In the mix of random visions came the facts of what was laid out before her. Four Murders. Just this morning someone had found the body of a Teen age boy hanging in a tree by his own guts. The others, Elsa's, Sade's and Julian's.

Elsa had been found first, But report from the corners office stated that the teen Zane Tolbar, had died before any of the present Vics. Elsa had come next, her neck broken, thought ripped out, broken and battered before she was tossed on to a fire. Sade had been beaten, internal injuries took her life before she had been slit open and posed as the virgin Mary at the feet of the lord and savior nailed to his cross. Then came Julian, brutalized, beaten, and had his head stomped in before the body was burned in a fire.

The connection between Sade and the Tolbar boy stuck out like a sore thumb. They had both been mutilated and put on display. But the other two only thing that joined them was the fire and the location being on the beach. So much to work out.

Kota had changed a great deal since Lly and her and last seen each other. Never much of a people person, But Kota had never been this dark... or pale before. Attire used to always hold color, her favorite had been red, or deep clover green. Here she stood her back to the room dressed in straight black head to toe. Jeans that fist tight to the skin hugged the shapely curves. Black tank was all that separated skin from the dual shoulder rig she wore at all times now.

She had not been in the sun in days... or weeks it seemed. Nothing new there but she was still missing the healthy touch of color in her skin. Just working a lot and not sleeping or eating like she should. But it was more then just the physical that had become altered in her. The very manor in which she held herself was always on alert, ready to fight if she had to.

Tickle of the beast that walked with her old friend was felt the moment it entered the room. She had come so far with the pack that the gift she had for sensing the dead had gotten familiar to the taste of the wolves. Just could not tell who was who. Turning she came face to face with someone she had not expected...

" Hello Mar.... Chapman? What are you doing here?"

Question she really wanted to ask was what in all hell are you doing here and when the fuck did you get all furry!?

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

Llidya was looking at the board when the question was addressed. She brought her left hand up, still holding the folder, to rest her elbow on while her other hand rubbed at her chin slightly. She glanced over to Dakota, waving the folder slightly.

"Well Redfern tole me I 'ad thirty minutes tah get my ass to da precinct and report to you. I made it in twenty five." The last part was said with a roguish grin. Her gaze slid back to the wall. "Which I gotta say is pretty good from New York." She finished, lowered her hands. The last part was a joke, of course. Llidya turned to face Dakota, all seriousness.

"So I see ya've gotta psycho or two on yer hands." She stated, setting down the folder on a nearby desk. She knocked on the wall at the two pictures of the mutilated corpses, a slightly haunted look entering her gaze. "These two, I can definitely help with." And Dakota would know that already.

Llidya was able to get into the heads of freaks, which had made her previous partners and fellow coworkers a bit wary to work with her. But not Dakota. She'd had her own demons, and was able to recognize Llidya as a fellow spirit. And they had worked very well together ever after, until Dakota had retired and Llidya had moved. But now they would get to work together again.

Llidya didn't want to talk about her furry companion, and her next question made that obvious.

"Now the question is, we got one psycho or two?"

Kota · Death's Handmaiden

Ash was on the ball putting together a decent team. Lly had been in Salem only a short time. But Kota had been happy to see someone she knew and oddly considered a friend. Not here she was tall as a freaking beast walking along side a furry not looking at all happy about it. That struck her as odd, Lly had always been so close to her wolves and akin to the creatures. Kota wanted to get out that big Band-Aid and slap it on her friend to make it all better. That in itself was a little creepy for Kota, she was always there to lend an ear, a shoulder to cry on, but it was never easy for her to try and play mister fix it. Hell she could not even fix herself.... Maybe she was not broken?

Attention folded over many things but swiftly was turned back to the mass of documentation and photos left on the boards and tables and other little tid bits of evidence picked up at the crime scenes. The difficult part would be finding Elsa's murderer before the black and whites could get to him. This was a pack matter to solve and Ash's words always clung to her thoughts. THEY would bring him down, pack law, pack justice.

"These two are defiantly same guy,"

Sade and the Tolbar kid, the similarities were profound. Was one of the Evidence Techs coming up from the lab to disturb them. Handing over the work ups from samples taken fom Sade's crim sceen and the one with Elsa. Pages flipped over and it all started to fold in to play.

"We have possibly two... But each other of these may all be connected. I still want to talk to the owner of the Coffee shop"

She handed over the finger print annalists. Matches at two scenes. Ela's off the silver plated ring that had ben found in the sand, And off the collection plate that had been picked up in the church. That linked three of the deaths, she was going not so much on evidence that could be seen and touched. But on the gut feeling, and on the artistic way the bodies had been displayed. No way they had two people a the same time in such a mall area doing this.

"But these belong to a dead guy"

She needed to talk to Ash.

Ashes Of Faith · Lukois' Lucifer

His name was Daryl Earl McHale and he was what we liked to call a two time loser. Twelve of his last twenty years had been spent as a guest of the State of Hawaii. Some dear Sergeant had managed to dig his name out of the apartments personnel files. Daryl Earl was a drunk and a wife beater. Apparently he occasionally knocked over filling stations too just for entertainment value. He could be relied on to hold down a minimum wage job for a month or two, but then one fine Friday night he'd throw back a few six packs and start believing he was the wrath of god. So he'd drive around until he found a gas station and charge in waving a weapon, take the money, and run away. With the massive $80 or $90 haul he would buy a few more six packs and drink until he felt so good he just had to beat up on something. Since he was not a large man, five six and scrawny, he played it safe and the person he usually beat on was his wife. So to say that most of the cops at the scene weren't going to be crying in the beers over the death of this man would be the understatement of the century.

Ash had not been sleeping well. There were kinks in his darkly dreaming schemata that could not be worked out seemingly by any means, and so he stayed awake. Stayed awake to keep the vampires living in his head at bay, stayed awake to stay sane. All that consumed him was the thought of killing this maniac running a bloody swath across the island. Killing would make him feel better. It's sweet release necessary for letting go all the little hydraulic valves inside. He enjoyed his work, and didn't mind if that bothered people. So he was tired, but the cold voice of the dark passenger was quiet, and he could think as he walked into the roped off crime scene.

There is something strange and disarming about looking at a homicide scene in the bright daylight of paradise. It makes the most grotesque killings look antiseptically staged. Like you're in a new and daring section of Universal Studios. Dhamer Land. Come ride the corpse. Please hurl your lunch in the designated containers only. Not that the sight of mutilated bodies anywhere had ever bothered him, oh no, far from it. For Ash it seemed no worse than looking at spare ribs in the grocery store. But rookies and visitors to crime scenes tend to throw up. Guess the beauty of paradise didn't take the sting out.

It was a beautiful hot island day and anyone who had worn a suit coat was then looking for a place to hang it. Alas It was a grubby little parking lot with five or six cars and a dumpster shoved against one corner. A sullen young woman moved in and out handing out coffee and doughnuts to the cops and technicians who were there. The handful of assorted cops in suits now had one more thing to juggle. Coffee, doughnuts, and a suit coat. Ash bypassed these onlookers and headed straight for the techs who were kneeling around the body eager to see inside the bag himself.

"What do we have?" Ash crouched down beside the head honcho from the M.E.s office. "Done here? or dumped?"

His head shook. "Hard to say. They empty the dumpster twice a week, so this could have been here as many as two days."

The end of a disjointed leg stuck out of the bag looking pale and exceptionally dead in the glare of the sun. This piece ended in the ankle, the foot having been lopped off. This guys work was atrocious. There was no neatness to the cutting, no clean dry neat looking dead flesh. Horrible. Killers should be artists, as good as he was he expected those he chased to be better. Unfortunately that was not the case here. Ash knew already this was the work of the same man who had killed Elsa, there was no denying that, and he was bored with the mans work already. It was like looking at a child's finger paintings when you had just left a JW Turner exhibit.

Turning his head to the side he saw Detective Carlson, head of the homicide division. She looked outwardly feminine, but Ash had never met a woman who was more masculine inside. She was hard, ambitious in the most self serving way. She got into homicide because of politics, and a talent for kissing ass. She was a world class ass kisser. Unfortunately the job itself did not require posterior smooching and she was a terrible detective. It happens, incompetence is rewarded more often than not. He had to pretend to work with her anyway. Coming up beside her Ash waited for her talk with one of her detectives to end.

"Caught the killer yet?" It was said with mocking intent because he knew that she couldn't help a cat out of a bag without help. Apparently with his cultured accent she couldn't tell.

"You sound like a reporter Ash. Those assholes will be all over me in another hour." She looked at the bags of body parts and frowned. Not because the sight bothered her. She was seeing her career, trying to phrase her statement to the press.

"What will you tell them?" He knew the answer already, she wouldn't have called him out here unless there was a reason. Carlson was not a woman who liked to share the limelight.

Her face visibly stiffened. "Higher ups say this ones yours. They think it's the same perp." Eyes gone beady looked at Ash suspiciously as though she somehow blamed him for this. "I'm supposed to hand this one over to you and your staff....now that my boys have done the grunt work."

Carlson seemed pissed and it would have been enough to make Ash smile if he was a man who ever gave into that sort of urge. Luckily, he wasn't. Seemed she wasn't quite finished yet. Her lips curled up in a cruel smile as though she were moving a chess piece in to check.

"The case on the Kapua, it's been knocked to us. Can't be called a preternatural crime when the accelerant is gasoline and a match."

She seemed proud of herself for this victory so Ash simply nodded his head as he slid black sunglasses on to cover those electric blue eyes. He knew there was more to that case, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to put the pieces together. Any snake owned business where a dead body was found was an open and shut case in his book, but proving it usually wasn't a possibility. Shane never made mistakes. Harley did, and that was another case on his plate. Things were really sorting out nicely. Taking the information they had so far from Carlson he bid adieu to the men in blue and headed back to his own station house.

The inside of their section was dull, like someone had flipped down a gray light filter on a camera. An environment where a warmed over corpse would look fresher than the paint and furniture. What could you do? Write your congressman? Making his way towards Dakotas office he had the new file in hand. Not bothering to knock he stepped into the room, lightning kissed eyes traveling from one woman to the other as he dropped the file in front of Dakota. His eyes were all for Dakota as he spoke though at the end he addressed Llydia.

"The Kapua case is being knocked down to homicide. Just let it go. This is a new one from our guy. We have background information on the victim in there but he doesn't fit the profile. I get the feeling he was going after someone else and this guy got in the way. Check the stats on the apartment complex tenants. See if anyone matches his profile. Chapman this isn't a frat party. You want to work here then get yourself a suit."

If he and Dakota could schlep themselves around in the heat dressed like professionals then so could she. If she didn't like it then she could go get an undercover job with vice. His gaze didn't go over Chapman again, they stayed on Dakota and when she had answered he would nod and once again leave the room same way he had come. There were things inside his head that were driving him mad and the last thing he needed at the moment was to be in either womans company for too long. He would go meet with the Chief, get the official story on the fire so he could make sure his detectives stuck to the official script in public. All the while something nagged at the back of his mind. This killer was a wolf. A wolf who was in the vicinity. Yet he didn't leave a scent trail. How was that even possible? It shouldn't have been, but still no matter how many times he let his beast loose to chase at shadows he came up empty. What did that mean.

Sitting behind his desk he leaned forward, sleek lengths of black hair falling from his ponytail to glide over his cheeks. Looking down at the files of his other dozen cases on his desk he had to blink his eyes to clear them. He would work on the other cases, but his heart wasn't in it. Right now his mind was on the wolf, his soul was with the unanswered questions left by Lilith, and his heart was lost.

-- Edited by Ashes Of Faith at 23:52, 2008-03-11

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

Llidya nodded, taking in the information Dakota was giving her. She heard the unasked questions in her voice. The questions she really wanted to ask were about what she was doing here on the island period, and how did she became a lycan, and where the hell had she disappeared from in Salem so long ago. The answers to that would come in due time.

She picked up the file with the forensics work in it, glancing over it. She settled her rear on the edge of a desk, crossing her ankles.

"What's this guy who owned the coffee shop look like? You think he might know something?" Llidya asked, picking up the folder that had his picture in it. She flipped it open, and smirked, holding it up. "This guy's harmless for the most part. Met him at a bar last night incidentally. Kid can hold his alcohol." Chapman informed her, then turned to look at the picture again. "He might know something though, you're right about that..."

Llidya looked up when she mentioned the fingerprints belonging to a dead guy,a brow raised. Well wasn't that an interesting development. It was then that her senses picked up the scent of Scotland, and Llidya pushed off the desk, turning to face the door just as Redfern walked in.

Her jaw parted slightly at the very idea that he even so much as expected her to wear a suit. After Dakota answered and he turned around, Llidya's right hand rose up in front of her as she looked at Dakota. A thumb met forefinger making a loose circle, and she jerked her hand up and down as she rolled her eyes.

Yeah right. She wouldn't be caught dead in anything but her comfy jeans, boots and jacket.

Kota · Death's Handmaiden

Yeah it was one fucked up issue they had going on here now. Aric Malcolm Durant killed two years ago in police action with another rouge wolf. They had to figure this all out. Before any one else died. Seemed like Ash knew her thoughts, he walked right in to her office just as he always did. Violet eyes swept off Lly, turned to the door to the handsome face, to haunting blue eyes that held so much more then that had when she had first met him. Day after day of watching Ash, she was starting to be able to see past all the masks to who he was under it all. Was like looking in a mirror and made her wonder if he could see though her just as easily.

She never let her expressions give her away. Evie freaked out a when she did that. Turned her self on and off like a switch so that the head was empty of every thing but the task in front of her. While he spoke she was already flipping though the file, seeking out the details that had stood out in the other murders. Head snapped up when he gave her the news that the fire case was being bumped down. There would have been an argument... about the whole thing but... Ash was right, there was nothing that could be gotten off the body, there was no withy shit used to start the fire. Let homicide handle it.

"All right Ash.. I'll pack everything up and send it down the ladder."

So much competition between each department. Everyone wanted to catch the big bad guys and get the glory. Was to often that the victims were forgotten or the real reason you wanted to do this job in the first place.

"Ash Finger prints came back, We are looking for a dead guy or... they fucked up down in the lab."

He had said that they would not be solving this case in the general sense. It was a pack matter since Elsa had been killed. This bastard had made it person between himself and the pack and Pack Justice would bring it to an end. Not great for the Career but hey can't catch them all and get the glory to. With this little bit of help right here. They could get their hands on him, rid the world of him slowly, painfully, one little inch of flesh at a time... in a year it would be forgotten, with in two it would hit the cold case files, and just be another box on the shelf of unsolved crimes. Only ones who would no other wise were standing in this room.

Violet pools watched him carefully as spoke... he was avoiding looking at Lly... but why? Why was it she was always the safe one to keep your eyes on. Had its moments where she loved it, had its moments when she fucked hated it so much she wanted to scream! Door closed and Lly was jerking of the air. Kota's jaw tightened and her gaze became something a firm warning. That was their Ulfric,Their Boss and Kota' friend. She did not like any one disrespecting him behind his back was worse then doing it to his face.

"Fuzz but or not I can till kick your ass you know."

In her dreams maybe, But Lly, she was never going to change and Kota was thankful for that.

"Just let it go like Ash said, not our case any more. Looks like our boy has struck again.... Lets go get some coffee... Will give you the details"

There were some things that Kota did not want to talk about in the office... Not when the goal was to murder the bad guy, not give him a set of matching bracelets.

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

Llidya smiled to her, jerking her thumb at the door.

"It was directed towards the suit commment, not the man himself." She clarified. If he hadn't turned around so fast he would've seen her do it. Llidya being who she was, she didn't give a damn. She respected and liked the man herself. She looked back to the door, having caught the fact that he was avoiding looking at her as well. That was...interesting. But her Bahamas-clear water blues looked to Dakota as she told her about dropping the coffee shop case. That bothered Llidya, as she was an all around Homocide kind of gal, not just supernatural.

But she supposed she'd have to get used to it. She sighed, and looked down to Dakota. Man she was really glad to be around her again. She needed someone that knew her well to be around, especially right now. Dakota knew her from the good old days of the NYPD. And the wolves she'd got to be around, her few friends. And good old fashioned murders. She nodded and slipped her hands into her pockets.

"Coffee and murder cases sound good. Let's roll, we'll take your car." Llidya told her, following her out of the station.