Yesterday, 09:04 PM
Marisol turned her gaze to Ivan as he spoke. Overall, this was an odd experience. They were not only asking her opinion, they were wanting to discuss what she had found. All the information they wanted to know they had access to. They could find out all of this on their own. That's what other organizations did. Perhaps they were taking advantage of her nature with this. Less to sift through, but Marisol got a different vibe from the men. She had briefly worked with Dorian before. He had no problem with taking charge, but he didn't dismiss her out of turn.
"You're not vulturing me," she said, the thought coming to her suddenly. "You're not cutting me out."
The idea of it felt nice. That she was still involved in the case she had worked on. She was stuck, but they weren't just taking over. Ivan had offered ideas of how she could move on. She brought herself back to the case. "We have all the video - correct." she explained, getting back to business. "And there was nothing un..." her voice trailed off as thoughts began to connect in her mind.
They hadn't noticed anything in the videos that was strange, but they had also been thinking like normal cops. They had been looking for people who didn't belong, technology that seemed out of place, and other mundane things. Marisol was beginning to think there was some supernatural involvement here. She had seen monsters before - the dreykan when she had been with Ricky, and the man that could control emotions when she had first met Dorian. That guy had been human, even if he had unusual abilities.
She allowed her mind to chew on that thought for a moment. it was always possible to miss something. "But maybe I wasn't looking for the right thing." Excitement hit her eyes as she got off the desk, took a seat, and logged into her computer. She quickly got on the to database and pulled up a video. "This is from the security cam in the hall outside of his apartment the day he died."
Marisol searched through the video. She had it moving faster, but was keeping her eyes open and looking for anything odd she might see. The victim showed, and she pointed him out to the detectives as he walked up to his door. He unlocked his door and then turned his head. "See something out of the corner of my eye, but when I look it's not there." she whispered to herself, remembering what he had said. She paused the video and looked in the direction he looked. There was nothing there, but it was gone when he looked. She backed up the video, frame by frame, her eyes on that spot. Then it was there - what appeared to be mist or shadow in the vaguely humanoid in shape. It was there briefly, then gone. Anyone not looking for it would have missed it.
"There," she said. "That's certainly unusual." Marisol pulled away from the desk, allowing the other two detectives to take a look.
"You're not vulturing me," she said, the thought coming to her suddenly. "You're not cutting me out."
The idea of it felt nice. That she was still involved in the case she had worked on. She was stuck, but they weren't just taking over. Ivan had offered ideas of how she could move on. She brought herself back to the case. "We have all the video - correct." she explained, getting back to business. "And there was nothing un..." her voice trailed off as thoughts began to connect in her mind.
They hadn't noticed anything in the videos that was strange, but they had also been thinking like normal cops. They had been looking for people who didn't belong, technology that seemed out of place, and other mundane things. Marisol was beginning to think there was some supernatural involvement here. She had seen monsters before - the dreykan when she had been with Ricky, and the man that could control emotions when she had first met Dorian. That guy had been human, even if he had unusual abilities.
She allowed her mind to chew on that thought for a moment. it was always possible to miss something. "But maybe I wasn't looking for the right thing." Excitement hit her eyes as she got off the desk, took a seat, and logged into her computer. She quickly got on the to database and pulled up a video. "This is from the security cam in the hall outside of his apartment the day he died."
Marisol searched through the video. She had it moving faster, but was keeping her eyes open and looking for anything odd she might see. The victim showed, and she pointed him out to the detectives as he walked up to his door. He unlocked his door and then turned his head. "See something out of the corner of my eye, but when I look it's not there." she whispered to herself, remembering what he had said. She paused the video and looked in the direction he looked. There was nothing there, but it was gone when he looked. She backed up the video, frame by frame, her eyes on that spot. Then it was there - what appeared to be mist or shadow in the vaguely humanoid in shape. It was there briefly, then gone. Anyone not looking for it would have missed it.
"There," she said. "That's certainly unusual." Marisol pulled away from the desk, allowing the other two detectives to take a look.
