DYLAN COOPER
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Post by DYLAN COOPER on Aug 31, 2023 19:36:44 GMT
”I can get you a list of criminal defence attorneys. I think it’s best you use somebody who specialises.” Dylan clapped a hand on his newest client’s shoulder (the guy would be his shortest lived client, well, second shortest after Mackenzie), and stood. He’d talked the sheriff into not pressing charges yet, but he hadn’t been able to guarantee that they wouldn’t be forthcoming real soon. Paul Flynn had been caught trespassing, after all.
The story had wrung minor alarm bells in his mind as he’d sat beside Flynn and had heard him take the officers through his version of what had happened. A girlfriend who’d ghosted him, one who’d apparently moved to the duplex just a few short weeks ago. Her brother had given him the address and he’d gone over there to try and patch things up – only the address had been wrong. Flynn had laughed, all self-deprecating charm. He guessed the brother hadn’t been as keen on seeing his sister make it up with him after all. They could check with him if they wanted, but if this was an attempt at putting a full stop to the relationship, he doubted he’d corroborate his story. It was hinky as hell.
Flynn’s number had gone into his cell phone and in a half hour or so he’d get a list of names and numbers – attorneys who wouldn’t see anything but Flynn’s bank balance. They wouldn’t care if the guy had been stalking someone, or trying to case a place for a burglary. If the detectives had the same gut feeling he did they’d press those charges the moment they managed to speak to the woman who lived in the apartment, or the neighbours who might’ve seen him hanging around there before the deputies had spotted him on patrol.
Dylan dragged a hand over his face as he headed for the front of the station. If his mom had made it home from Whitmore on time, dinner would probably be ready in an hour or so. Just enough time to drop by the office and grab the files he’d left behind on his desk when the call had come in. The desk sergeant hadn’t been clear how long things might take so he’d been hedging his bets on getting back there to cram a little more work in. He had a case in the small claims court at the end of the week and was making absolutely certain he was prepared. That was more his speed, a garage owner who’d been conned out of payment for repairs to a Caddy. Protecting the little guy, rather than the rich jagoffs who could skate on whatever it was they’d been caught doing.
At the door that would lead out into the station’s front desk, Dylan reached out to hit the button to buzz himself out and ended up stepping aside as he spotted the brunette about to come in through it. He caught the door, holding it for her to come through. ”Sorry, I almost didn’t see you there,” he murmured, flashing her a polite smile. Not one of the detectives – not that he knew every single one of them – nor one of the deputies, as far as he knew. Almost weekly trips to the station meant that he was familiar with most of the people who worked at the station.
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TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 19:04:54 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on Sept 29, 2023 18:05:15 GMT
❝ Look Past The Clouds We'll Find The Stars❞
It wasn’t over. Toni knew it. Her entire team knew it. It was just a matter of time. They all knew who was truly behind taking her daughter, and they also knew who was doing his dirty work since he couldn’t from behind bars. Though the trail had gone cold, as it had done then. The point was that her daughter was safe, home- and she wanted it to stay that way. Only way that could be guaranteed was if they were both behind bars with the key thrown away. Left to rot in some high maximum prison.
She just needed a break; they would slip up- they always did. Everyone did eventually. All criminals, no matter how smart, well trained or versed you were in avoiding the law… eventually you make a mistake. Toni, and undoubtedly her ex, would be waiting. From her office in the station, a shared office for other members of the behavioural analysis unit, once they were in town, she gazed out the large window.
She then saw someone being led into one of the many interview rooms and her heart almost stopped. She looked right at the guy being led in, watching for signs of recognition, anything. Slight facial changes. A lot of people didn’t realize how much they could give away with a single look, to someone like her anyway. Once they had passed her office, she got up to follow to the interview room.
Slipping into the side where you can watch and listen without being seen. Receiving a strange look from the Sheriff as she did so, and she simply smiled back at him and listened to his charges. Trespassing? Toni managed to hide how underwhelmed she was by that charge. Though as suspected he lawyered up, and he was joined by a young-looking lawyer, who was probably barely out of Law School. She listened and she didn’t believe a single word coming out of this guy’s mouth… and all she had to go on was her gut instinct. Covering his lies with a charm, which was quite convincing, almost convincing. Though when someone told lies they always had tells. This guy under the table bent his fingers back each time he told one.
Exiting the room, she went to the front desk pulling his mug shot from booking in. Granted, he would be let go after forty-eight hours. She wasn’t too worried about it… and all she had to go on was a resemblance… and will likely lead to nothing. Picture in hand she looked it over as she headed back inside. Lifting her key card to get back in she spotted the defence attorney already at the door, opening it for her, ” Thank you…” She said with gratitude once he opened the door for her, ” I’ve seen you floating around here before, are you defending the new guy they just bought in?” Toni asked lowering the mug shot to her side visible so he could see it.
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DYLAN COOPER
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Post by DYLAN COOPER on Sept 30, 2023 17:18:59 GMT
His mom had been fooled by Eric’s charm. She’d caved and started seeing him even though his reputation screamed ‘asshole’. If it had just been a high school fling it might have ended up with a broken heart in a month or two, but it had been two years of telling Eric no before his mom had eventually fallen for him. Eric had moved to Chicago and actually gotten a job, even if he barely showed up there half the time. He’d made a half decent show of actually growing up before the pregnancy test had finally come up positive. The cracks didn’t really start to show until after and by then it was too late. Left with a choice between the asshole and raising her son entirely alone, she’d bet on Eric and in the end she’d raised her kid alone and had to pay back the thousands of dollars the asshole had run off with. After all of that Dylan swore he had an infallible bullshit metre and it’d started pinging the minute he’d walked into that interview room.
The smell of deception had been subtle, but it had been there the entire time he’d been in that room. Dylan rubbed at his face, knuckled under his nose, as he walked out of there, but the smell still clung. Maybe some of his reaction had been because of Eric, despite his attempts to stay impartial here. That sort of thing wasn’t supposed to bleed through onto the job, but there was a reason he’d chosen not to go into criminal law. There was more money in it, there were also dirt bags that you had to fight to get out of jail, not put them in there.
Handing over the numbers of other attorneys who had already sold their soul to that particular devil was going to take a weight off of his shoulders. As soon as that was done he’d delete the asshole’s number from his phone and he’d let the desk sergeant know not to call him for Flynn again. Chances were that he would be kept in custody until his story had been established anyway.
If he hadn’t been so rattled by the guy, he might’ve seen the brunette on the other side of the door. Usually he was observant enough to avoid those awkward encounters, his heightened senses helping. This obviously wasn’t his night though. Dylan gripped the edge of the door, stepping back to give her the space to scoot around it. He dipped his head as she thanked him. ”My pleasure,” he murmured. For a moment Dylan looked chagrined as she said she’d seen him around before. ”Same. It’s kind of an occupational hazard. I’m an … attorney.” He’d paused as she asked him about the new guy they’d bought in. So it was already around the station that he was defending the jackass.
Shoulders slumping faintly, Dylan glanced down at the mug shot she was showing him. Now was definitely the time to nip this idea in the bud. ”I was called in because he didn’t have an attorney of his own. I’m not staying on the case if that’s what you were asking. I don’t specialise in criminal law.” And that was definitely what he suspected this guy was going to end up needing. The story still stank of bullshit. ”I can give you the same phone numbers I just gave him if you want to find out who is gonna be defending him. Have they found out anything more about what he was doing tonight?” The cops weren’t any more likely to give him information about an active case than he was to break attorney-client privilege, but, like he’d said, he wasn’t this guy’s attorney anymore.
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TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 19:04:54 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on Oct 20, 2023 17:53:24 GMT
❝ Look Past The Clouds We'll Find The Stars❞
Seeing him get dragged in had rattled her a little. She was probably looking where there was nothing to be found, but she wouldn’t let it lie. She owed it to her daughter to find and put the scumbag that had kidnapped her behind bars then throw away the key. No stone unturned as they say and all she had to go on was that he was the spitting image of one she had arrested years ago. Grandson perhaps?
As she was heading back into the office proper, she and the attorney which had been called into defend the recently arrested criminal, was at the other side of the door. She scanned her ID and the door unlocked as he grabbed it and held it open for her. She thanked him before she mentioned that she had seen him around here before. She nodded in understanding, ” That I guessed when I watched you from the other side of the glass.” Toni smiled kindly at him. This was nothing against him. Attorneys in her opinion, had a crap deal. Having to defend the scum of the earth, knowing they are likely guilty, but you had to do your best, else they sue you for malpractice.
When he didn’t return the question to ask why he had seen her around here she remained quiet. If he asked… she would tell him. She asked if he was defending the guy whose picture that she held in her hand, ” No, not at all.” Toni returned a small shake of her head, ” What do you specialise in? Not many of you who don’t specialise in criminal law these days.” She mused aloud, though she still held an edge of politeness & professionalism.
She smiled again when he offered her the same phone numbers. She shook her head, ” I’m not even on this case, I’m investigating something else.” Toni admitted, ” What happened tonight could be entirely irrelevant. “ Toni smiled, ” It’s a shame your not a criminal attorney. Something tells me you would be one of the good ones…” She smiled again.
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DYLAN COOPER
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Post by DYLAN COOPER on Nov 20, 2023 22:08:08 GMT
If the cops had believed his client’s story he wouldn’t have ended up in a cell. There were plenty of occasions where relationships got bitter and an argument was broken up by the police thanks to a call to a neighbour. He hadn’t realised what they’d been as a kid, but there’d been times when he’d woken up to other voices in the apartment, catching sight of dark uniforms before his mom had told him to go back to bed. Most of the time they’d give a warning and make sure whoever they thought the aggressor was – usually the man – was escorted away. Arrests only came with suspicions of more and Dylan was sure that when the cops dug far enough they’d find that more there.
He hadn’t expected the suspicions to already be strong enough to warrant a detective, or whoever the woman was, to be lurking behind the glass during the interview. Those were usually sacrosanct, only people in the direct line of investigation listening in. Dylan bristled as the woman smiled her way through the explanation that she’d been behind the one way glass in the interview room. ”I didn’t know we had an audience,” he murmured, purposefully keeping his tone light. It was tempting to glance back past her in the direction of the interview room. The alarm bells that had already been ringing in his head started to scream. This whole thing was stinking more and more.
Brows drawing together, Dylan stared down at the photo she was showing him. He’d always been decent at stitching together breadcrumbs to figure out the truth in a situation, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d been blindsided by information that was being withheld from him. ”But you’re still asking about him,” Dylan said. He looked back up at her, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. She wasn’t giving much away, but most cops didn’t. They learned to throw up a mask and not give anything away, especially not to a lawyer. ”Family law. Although I like to call myself a jack of all trades. I try and stick with the small cases. There are still plenty of criminal attorneys out there who’ll take the money to represent just about anybody.” All those clients who left his skin crawling the moment he looked at them. The guy still in the interview room had definitely been one of them.
Dylan doubted the woman would get too far with any experienced criminal attorneys. If they wanted to keep their clients out of jail then they had to keep their mouths shut about what they suspected they had done. Plausible deniability was everything to them. His brief stint with the man probably wouldn’t stand up in a court of law as attorney-client privilege, then again they hadn’t discussed anything more than what she had probably heard every word of anyway. As she admitted that she was investigating something else, Dylan cursed under his breath. He let go of the mugshot and dragged a hand over his face. His instincts had been right again.
”So he did do something else? Have they got proof of it, or is it just a suspicion?” They had no more obligation to tell him than he did them, but Dylan doubted she would’ve come after him if she hadn’t thought the guy was tied in somewhere. Dylan shook his head at her assurance, his smile barely flickering into place at the following flattery before it was gone again. ”You wouldn’t be talking to me if you thought it was irrelevant.” He huffed out wry amusement. ”Most detectives would call that an oxymoron – there are no good criminal attorneys. What are you investigating?” If she was like a lot of other detectives she’d twist everything around so he didn’t get half as much of an explanation as he’d want.
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