RUBY HERRERA
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Post by RUBY HERRERA on Nov 7, 2022 16:53:45 GMT
━ an ache for home; a shelter against storms ━ SHE’D SAID TOO MUCH.
Ruby was never one of those girls that let their mouths run, spilling out any thought that popped into their heads. She always assumed it was because any noise in their brain was few and far between, so they had to say it to ensure no one knew they were brainless.
Now, she had to admit it could be more than that. It could be fear. Panic.
She blabbed so much shit to him━Cory━the man who’d pulled her from the wreckage. Too much shit. Enough shit that he could hold it over her head now━likely would in return for what he’d done.
At first, Ruby wondered if he was involved. If he was the one to send her crashing into the river, or perhaps someone planted by her dad or her boss to ensure she didn’t speak to the police. She quickly realized she was wrong; he was gentler than any grown man she’d ever met, and the fact that he’d taken her to the station meant he wanted Ruby to tell her story.
She cringed when she remembered how she’d let it all loose. “My n-name’s Ruby Flores; I’m a missing child━I saw my poster, my face━my dad k-killed my mom, she ended up here, too…” He hadn’t even asked, she’d just let it go willingly. Freely. Ugh.
As soon as they’d arrived━well, appeared━at the station, someone had been there to get her a blanket and clean, dry clothes, though they were ill-fitting and likely from the Lost and Found. She supposed that was kind of ironic. It was then that she realized she’d been clinging to Cory like a child, and almost fought it when they had to tear her away.
By the time Ruby had a grasp on where she was and what they would want from her, it was too late. She was already here━in the police station━getting set up with a detective.
She’d already said her name more than enough times for them to connect the dots, speaking hurriedly and in clipped sentences with breaths just the same. It was almost like oxygen wasn’t readily available anymore, and it wasn’t until she was seated alone━in what looked like an interrogation room━that Ruby could grasp everything again.
Her air, her situation, the use of her lungs. She toyed with the hem of the cotton t-shirt while the sweater cuffs slid down and almost entirely covered her fingers. She had to get out of here. Coming to Mystic Falls was a mistake. She’d get back to Mexico on one of those passports, and…
No. None of that would work now. If they hadn’t already, they were likely pulling the car from the river now and sorting through the mounds of evidence left behind. Ruby had watched heaps of it━bagged so it wouldn’t be destroyed by the water; obviously her father thought ahead━begin to float up from under the seats when Cory pulled her out.
Never mind about regaining the use of her lungs. Ruby’s breath caught in her throat and seized it, causing her heart to flutter wildly. Her eyes blew wide, sure that she was experiencing drowning again. Claws expanded from her fingers and tore circular holes through the t-shirt, and it all came at once, so fast Ruby could barely stop it, like the impact of the car hitting the water, and━
The door opened, and her head swung up, a few quick blinks allowing those abnormally bright blue eyes to fade and leave behind the regular dark chocolate irises. Ruby swallowed hard, trying to force the panic down with it. “No habla ingles.” She muttered, though she’d spoken in English to each person since she’d arrived. She was deep in shit now. Even if they didn’t send her to prison, they’d ask about those missing girls, about her, where she’d been, and she wasn’t a snitch. They’d cut out her tongue for that. “no puedo ayudarte. me gustaría irme.” Her lips were a tight line, unwilling to help or offer any sort of information. They matched her voice: level, almost without personality.
WILLIAM CARNEGIE | translation: I can't help you. I would like to leave.
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
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Posts: 156
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32
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Detective/Art Thief
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It's Complicated
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Zoey Washington
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Nov 21, 2022 21:29:29 GMT
It was never too late.
Just a handful of weeks ago he’d sat at this desk and had told Christian he would continue to look, even though chances of finding his wife alive now were approaching zero. At the time he hadn’t believed there was any chance at all, but Will had bitten his tongue. In time Christian would’ve come to realise that himself – no matter how much he loved his wife, there was no bringing her back. But, perhaps he’d judged too soon.
A fraction of a single percent. That was all the hope he would’ve had for the missing child if he’d looked at her case. It didn’t matter that the Sheriff had written it off as a family who had chosen to leave. When the family believed it as much as the Herreras did, you had to believe that there was something fishy about the situation. They’d left the family to try and find their missing relatives alone and had perhaps left that girl to two decades of unimaginable experiences.
The case had been assigned to him when the car had been dredged from the water. Standing on the bank of the river, mud crawling up the legs of his pants (sending them on a wholly unsuccessful trip to the dry cleaners after the filthy water had poured from the rusted hulk of the car), Will had known that they’d had it wrong the entire time. This … the girl who’d arrived soaked in that same water, looking just like the photo the department’s sketch artist had produced, was the right of it. Unfortunately.
Working the mouse, Will zoomed in on the screen. The department had software for monitoring the interview rooms, although he’d rarely used it (he had watched for the little red light on the cameras in there as he’d spoken to suspects though, occasionally glancing at the two way mirror that lined the room for confirmation. Dark hair, pale skin, those big dark eyes that reminded him of Zoey’s. If the pupils were wide with shock, he couldn’t see them in that ring of bitter chocolate. They’d given her fresh clothes, but he could still see the after effects of the river water in the waves of her hair and the way she had toyed with the hem of her t-shirt, the cuffs of the sweater swallowing up her hands. Perhaps they shook still, his would have if he’d been driving around with all of that in the car.
Muscles jumped in his jaw as he glanced at the evidence bag sitting on the desk, atop the file he’d started compiling when they had identified the bones in the river. A nightmare that he imagined clung as thickly as the smell of the river. There was some explanation woven through it, in those hair’s breadth spaces between the photographs that had turned his stomach, leaving the roasted beet and farro salad churning like the waters rushing towards the falls.
Will flipped the folder shut, thumb the video feed off again. He wouldn’t find those answers there. They would have to fall from Ruby’s lips, no matter how blue they might’ve been when she arrived at the station. Ignoring the glances in his direction, Will made his way to the room, not bothering to knock before he entered. The interview hadn’t started yet, once it did the light would go on, hopefully meaning that they would have no interruptions.
The folder fluttered to the top of the table as he rounded it. Lips curled into that polite smile pursing faintly at the look on her face. No English. A lie delivered in a tighter tone than any of the truths she’d babbled on her way through the station. Dark brows rose, the corners of his mouth mirroring them. ”Por suerte para los dos, mi español es decente. Mi nombre es detective Carnegie.” Will settled into the seat opposite her, his expression softening one tight line at a time. ”And I think you can help me, Ruby. You’re just reluctant to now. That’s understandable … after all you may have been through. Do you know they never gave up hope over finding you?” The sucker punch was perhaps a cheap shot, but if it had opening her mouth, it was worth it. He didn’t opened the folder yet, just touched his fingers to the white border of the photo that had sat atop the pile. Drawing it out, Will angled the age progressed photo of her so that it sat directly between the two of them, facing Ruby.
Tagged: RUBY HERRERA * Word Count: 762 Translation: Luckily for us both, my Spanish is decent. My name is Detective Carnegie.
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RUBY HERRERA
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Post by RUBY HERRERA on Dec 2, 2022 23:34:33 GMT
━ an ache for home; a shelter against storms ━ DESPITE BEING A PIG, HE WAS JUST THE TYPE. The detective smelled of expensive cologne, and she could hear the sound his clothing made━how the fabric brushed his skin━and was immediately aware it wasn’t the same kind of cheap suit the rest of his colleagues probably wore.
In a way, they had the same job━to read people. Ruby, however, wasn’t looking for the same things. Her business was in selling, and though the ‘wares’ had changed over the years (from herself to others), she figured she still knew how to do it. All she had to do was sell herself to the detective as that same little girl who was taken from her family━one who was lost, afraid, and used.
But showing herself in that way would reveal some sort of truth; it would strip her of the few things she had left, and Ruby couldn’t stomach the idea.
If she still could, or if this was any other situation, he would still be a worthy target to latch onto. He clearly had the money, and perhaps despite all of those masculine, perfectly-chiselled features, he was lonely. She would’ve tried. Onlookers always said, ‘We never would’ve guessed’ when they found out who hurt the children in question━it was always those you least expected. The ones with a secret desire couldn’t keep under wraps anymore.
And sometimes, it was the ones with a horrifically large Saviour Complex.
Ruby clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes to the side, muttering, “Tu acento está apagado.” Like a child who wanted the last word. In any case, the ruse wasn’t worth it.
She stayed silent as he went through each line, the tactics she expected. Not one of them landed. Her face remained stone-like, and it twisted nothing under the surface. Well… perhaps anger. Anger directed at her father, at each man she’d met through him━each time he lied about where her mother was. Ruby didn’t remember her; she didn’t have any personal connections to the woman, but… that was still her mom. She should’ve known her.
Dark eyes ticked down to the photo he pushed in front of her. Ruby’s gaze flicked over the features compiled by a computer and remembered what it was like standing in that fucking Walmart and realizing her whole life was contrived. She’d never had to live the way she did; it was forced upon her by her father’s actions. They never had to be short on money, or short on love, and she never had to fill in. He wanted her to.
But nothing would change that now. She looked back at the detective, appearing almost bored. “They got the nose wrong.” Ruby muttered, lifting one hand and jabbing the photo with her index finger. And the wrinkles under her eyes. Obviously, they hadn’t accounted for what she would live through after she’d left Mystic Falls.
“That’s crazy.” She spoke, again, with no personality. “Wastin’ twenty-five years on a kid who coulda been dead.” Shoulda. Ruby couldn’t imagine her dad spending any amount of time looking for her. He didn’t even come to Mystic Falls to kill her himself. “But they was lookin’ for her, not me. They’re her family.”
The skeletal remains recovered from Mystic Falls, Virginia, have been identified. Dental records and facial reconstruction from the bones have been matched to April Flores, who was reported missing by her sisters in 1997. Beatriz Herrera, April’s sister, alleges that the police did not take her report seriously. She still believes her niece, Ruby, who was five at the time of her family’s disappearance, is still alive. The family of three went missing…
The urge to retch was just as strong now as it was when she’d read the article. Ruby gritted her teeth and swallowed thickly, eyelids fluttering for a moment before she looked away. He was watching for changes in her face, her demeanour, and she’d just given him something. Fuck.
Ruby didn’t understand that kind of loyalty by blood alone. She had it for her father, but that was mostly out of habit and self-preservation. She owed him nothing now, and yet she still couldn’t give the detective the information to take him down. It would incriminate her, too.
Maybe he was just getting ready to drill her about those girls. The hair. The jewellery and personal items. The fucking Missing Person reports, like she was some psychopath who kept trophies. How━and why━would she keep trophies if she didn’t think of them as people? Ruby couldn’t remember half the girls she’d ‘recruited,’ and for good reason. Their lives weren’t worth more than what her boss paid for them.
“You thinkin’ of bringing them in now or somethin’? Like a bunch of old chicks pretendin’ they know me is gonna make me tell you shit.” Her other hand lifted from under the table, and together they crushed the photo of herself. Once she was satisfied with the ball, Ruby tossed it toward the table, letting it roll in the detective’s direction. “You got any legal basis for holdin’ me here? ‘Cause I wanna go.” He had to. But, like his line about her ‘family,’ Ruby figured it was worth a shot.
WILLIAM CARNEGIE | translation: your accent is off.
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 156
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
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Last seen Apr 20, 2024 17:03:08 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Dec 18, 2022 17:13:47 GMT
Robbery-homicide was the brass ring for just about every recruit in the academy. They handled the highest profile cases, scraped off the crème da le crème of the detectives from the other divisions. It was the sort of work that put you on the front page of the newspapers and had your fellow officers giving you the side eye when, as the son of the city’s police commissioner, you slid right in after one good save.
Will didn’t have to shift in his seat to pinpoint where the scars littered his body. It hadn’t been some quick, super hero like leap up from where he’d been to one of those cheap office chairs (even robbery-homicide didn’t warrant the cushy seats they got at 1 Police Plaza). Maybe it had been some Hollywood movie shit – a shoot out in the middle of Manhattan, four hours in surgery, three months of PT – but nothing easy. Seeing the puckered white mark over his ribs, beneath his collarbone and scored across his hip in the mirror every morning was a reminder of just how tough things had actually been. And continued to be. The department might have given him some sort of badge of honour to wear, but it also showed him the worst of what one human being could do to another.
His imagination had thrown up enough nightmarish images of what might have happened to the girl – the woman – before him. The hardest crimes were always the ones involving children and this certainly had, crimes that littered decades, the true depths of which they hadn’t even started to mine yet. How many scars did Ruby Herrera carry beneath those borrowed clothes? If he thought too hard about them it would be easy to fall into the trap of having too much sympathy for her. With that sharp edged tongue and feigned ignorance, she was making it easy not to fall over that edge.
Tilting his head, Will pursed his lips in consideration. Dalton wouldn’t have appreciated hearing that all of his attempts at exposing his son to culture and the sort of education he hadn’t had the opportunity for had failed. ”I’ll be sure to tell my tutor what an awful job she did of it,” he muttered almost sweetly. Accent or not, Herrera couldn’t slide with that poor attempt of no hablo ingles and she knew it now, not that it loosened her tongue any.
She wasn’t the first selectively mute subject he’d ever interviewed. They all seemed to try to ploy eventually, clamming up either before or after they’d screamed for a lawyer. It only ever created a ticking time bomb in their minds though, the pressure of not giving their side building and building until something escaped like steam hissing from a boiling kettle. It was in those tiny, uncontrolled utterances that the truth was often found. He hadn’t yet mirandized her, playing it friendly enough that Ruby wouldn’t realise that the heat had already been turned on beneath her. She remained stone faced in front of him as he offered up the chance to help, to get back the family she had been torn away from years ago. Will didn’t sigh, didn’t push, just slid the first card in his hand across the table towards her.
His eyes narrowed as hers dropped to the photo. She looked at herself, the photo that her family had paid to have enhanced in the hope that someone had seen the woman their niece had become. The shutters remained down on her expression, the only thing perhaps bleeding through to see was something close to boredom – AKA bullshit. ”Well, they’re not psychic. They did their best and it seems to me it’s close enough. Don’t you think?” He plucked the photo up from under the pin of her finger and held it up next to her, as though he were comparing the two – he’d already done that when she’d been brought into the station and had felt that jackrabbit kick in his gut.
Setting the photo down to one side of the folder, Will offered up a sympathetic smile that went only surface deep. Had Zoey vanished on the night she’d been lured to the warehouse, he never would have stopped looking, he knew Christian never would, despite all signs pointing to his wife being one of those this town swallowed up violently. ”That’s hope,” he corrected. ”They believed that you were still out there with your parents, somewhere. In a way you were.” It was just her mother that had stayed behind to be discovered all those years later. ”Are they not one and the same?” Beneath this porcupine like exterior, that girl was still there, battered, scarred, perhaps even scared. It was hard to realise that you still had hope when you thought all of it had gone.
He'd spread his hand over the image – her mother’s car, sitting on the bank of the river as hers had done twenty five years later – picked it up to flip over to the next. Ruby’s car, brackish water still pouring from it, the trunk opened up to reveal what had been hidden within it. She didn’t even have to look at it to start to crumble. Will’s gaze rolled up. Fixed on her as she turned away, knots of muscle showing under the skin at the hinges of her jaw as her throat worked and her eyelids fluttered. Not so impervious now, the pressure building, already becoming impossible to hide.
Fingers remained tented there, the next blow still hidden as Ruby found her voice. It was an obvious strategy, keep him focused on her family and perhaps he’d forget about everything she’d been carrying with her, the evidence that could see her put behind bars – a captive audience for her family then. ”No,” Will confirmed. ”We’re going to finish up before I allow them to see you. I don’t think your aunts are going to be able to force you to open up anymore than I seem to be able to.” Lips curled faintly, Will shook his head and finally took his hand off of the photo of the trunk of the car – the lives of missing, possibly dead girls, laid out in its dark depths. ”I’d say this is enough legal proof, wouldn’t you? Give me a reason Ruby, tell me why I should let you go now? Should I trust that you won’t run after you’ve been tied up in all of this?” He would. Deep down in his gut he knew that he’d get nothing from her once she went into a cell. She’d likely been programmed not to talk – threat of death and worse had a way of shutting even the most talkative mouths. But there was a risk in letting her have her head, a risk Ruby would run and then he’d have nothing.
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RUBY HERRERA
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Post by RUBY HERRERA on Jan 10, 2023 18:14:38 GMT
━ an ache for home; a shelter against storms ━ TO RUBY, HAVIN’ HOPE AND BEING CRAZY WERE the same fucking thing. Only weak bitches believed in hope and anything that would drag them outta their shit but themselves. Ruby never had hope. Saphire had hope, and look where the fuck that got her. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe things would change on their own and, soon enough, Ruby was fine with where she’d ended up. Her life was consistent and predictable… for a while, at least. The only hitch was turning into a fucking jaguar every full moon, and then… this. She couldn’t blame Cory for all of it━it was mostly her dad’s fault━but without that teleporting, giant prick she’d be halfway home by now to stab her dad in the throat.
Or she’d be dead. Either way, she wouldn’t be here.
Yeah, she was with a parent. She would’ve been better off an orphan, though━she wouldn’t even call her dad a parent, really. Ruby’s lips twitched into a sour smile. “No. I ain’t her.” She muttered, jabbing another finger at the photo only moments before she crumpled it and tossed it away like the trash it was. As dramatic as it sounded, she wasn’t the girl in the photo, and she wasn’t the same niece those women lost.
Soon enough, he was pulling out more images. Ruby thought it was a shitty tactic until she saw her mom’s bones. The blue tarp… she thought she recognized. Pulled over an old muscle car in the winter, bungee cords used to secure it across the underbody. Now they were peeled back from the blue plastic, used to strap down what was left of her mother. He’d killed her cruelly and ruthlessly. She wondered if he triggered his curse with his wife, or if he’d already committed murder before he took Ruby’s mom from her.
Before he tore them from each other.
She tensed and rolled her face away, but it was already too late. She could barely see the contents of her own vehicle in her fuzzy peripheral. They didn’t draw up the same emotion, anyway.
“You catch on quick.” Ruby smirked again, dark eyes flicking back to the detective. Finally, they went down, assessing the full damage of what her dad had left in the car. What she’d seen floating up from underneath the passenger seat only scratched the surface, apparently━her dad had stuffed the trunk full of everything needed to safely “close” cold cases and pin it all on a supposed-to-be-dead woman.
He wanted an explanation? The words balanced on her lips, telling him where he could stuff his reason. Jaw clenched as if she could hold them back that way, Ruby swallowed them and shifted to lean back in her seat again. She needed to give him something if she ever wanted to leave, but Ruby had to carefully balance between that and selling them out.
She couldn’t. Physically, she wasn’t able to open her mouth and let the truth flow free. Ruby’s animalistic need to protect herself warred against years of conditioning, but she needed something.
“Because if I’m really wrapped up in all that,” Ruby began, motioning to the trunk, her eyes rolling up to the hard-cut lines of his face. “You know I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Someone else got a price on their heads, and if that shit gets fucked up, there's a bullet goin’ here next.” Raising a hand, she jabbed herself between the eyebrows with her index finger, almost as roughly as she’d hit its photographic counterpart. “And they ain’t gonna leave a chance that I’ll survive drowning this time. That’s why I can’t go. How ‘bout we pick this up another fuckin’ day when I don’t smell like dirty water and mothballs, huh? You got the same chance as bein’ the department’s hero then as you have now.” Which was fuck all. Some of those girls had loud-ass families who hadn’t stopped bitching about them, and Ruby was sure she’d be connected to all of it eventually.
She’d be dead soon whether or not she snitched, and no matter where she was━prison or the outside. It was just a matter of time.
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 156
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 20, 2024 17:03:08 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Feb 6, 2023 20:58:27 GMT
Locard had changed the way forensics operated on a fundamental level. The idea that any two items that came into contact would always end up exchanging some microscopic part of themselves, pushing investigators from that moment on to never give up hope that something had been changed by the perpetrator’s mere presence. Look long enough and you would find it. Will didn’t need to look that long with Ruby, every sullen inch of the woman yelled that something horrific had been done to her, morphing that sweet faced child into this hard, brittle shell. Even if he couldn’t see scars marring her skin there would be some beneath, carved deep enough that there was no escaping it.
Will ran the pad of his thumb over the knuckles of his fingers as he made a loose fist. He didn’t turn his head, didn’t need to follow the track of the crumpled photo as Ruby tossed it away. She didn’t want to acknowledge that the child still existed curled up inside of that shell in self-preservation, but he could see it even without a microscope. She wasn’t her now, but some part of that girl remained and no amount of trying to throw the evidence of it away would make it any more of a lie.
The truth was spilled out across the rest of those photos. The tarp, the bones that were unmistakably human. It was the first look Ruby had gotten of her mother in decades, not that there was much left of April Herrera that was recognisable … except that she knew. Will’s eyes remained on the profile he’d been presented, his hand a weight to stop her from pulling the photo away this time. The twist in the tale – right back to where it had started – with the car that had almost become her makeshift grave in that water. If the man who’d brought her in hadn’t seen the car go in, this would’ve been a different story now.
Making a small sound in the base of his throat, Will offered up a small smile as she met his eye again. Only for a moment, her gaze was already falling to the photo of her vehicle, what had been collected from it. ”It comes with the job. I wouldn’t be much of a detective if I couldn’t put a puzzle like this together. I don’t think it’s going to take much for your aunts to start putting it together either.” Not now that they knew their sister had been in the Wickery river the entire time, left to rot while their niece had been taken by people who could do the worst to children. Perhaps they wouldn’t be able to say it aloud, but Ruby would see it in the dark eyes that mirrored her own. Cloying, maybe, too much to cope with when she didn’t want to accept any of this.
What sympathy and empathy he felt for the girl remained in the pit of his gut. A swirling eddy of what had drowned more than one investigator over the centuries. If you allowed yourself to become immersed in it, then the darkness would close in over your head eventually.
She was still biting down on what could pull her from that water forever. Muscles bunching under her skin, what she might’ve told him held back by teeth that had to ache with it before she swallowed and leaned back. A decision made somewhere in the movement. Either to stonewall her way right to a cell, or to give him something that would buy her freedom, even if it was only temporary. ”It’s going to come out at some point, Ruby…” he coaxed, trying to tip the scales, even if she was holding onto them in a white knuckled grip.
Men like that ruled by fear, keeping their operations running by guaranteeing the silence of anybody who could speak up about it. Bones in a tarp in a river, a warning right there that he’d pushed in her face, perhaps screwing his case in the process. ”If you’re wrapped up in all that then you’d be ready enough to run and hide somewhere to avoid that bullet,” Will said flatly. ”I’m not going to try and convince you that we’ll protect you no matter what, you know that’s never how it works, but what protection I can offer you’ll have.” Her mother hadn’t survived the water, had perhaps drowned right there where Ruby had gone off the road all those years later.
Hero? The huff that rolled out of Will was utterly devoid of humour. Playing the hero cop had never been his intention, not even when he was trying to make a name for himself in a way Dalton couldn’t lay claim to. ”How about you check in with the station daily so that I know that you haven’t decided to bolt?” If she did he’d be on her tail immediately. It galled him, but it would probably be with Lex’s help, you didn’t get far without technology these days. ”I’ll have officers keep an eye on your family’s homes, they’ll report any suspicious activity back to me. I won’t place an ankle monitor on you, but that’s still an option … for your own safety.” Will slipped the photos back into the folder, picking it up from the table as he stood. ”They’re not going to get away with this Ruby.” Not quite a promise, it was as close to one as he was going to be able to get as he thumbed off the recorder and left the room. It might take half the alphabet agencies to dismantle this, but there would be no more young women dragged lifeless from the water because of that man.
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