Log:Line Of Questioning
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| Line Of Questioning | |
|---|---|
| Emitter | Mirage |
| Players | Renard |
| NPCs | Lisa Yenoli |
| Place | Lucky's Superette |
| Time (IC) | Mid-Afternoon, After the lunch rush |
| Time (OOC) | 2 pm est - 4 pm est |
Lucky's Superette is just that, a small-time convenience store. It's definitely far from super as well. It's best known to the local school crowd as a place to grab a soda or bag of chips on one's way to or from school. To the locals it's also a decent place to grab a sandwich with freshly sliced deli meats. This is where we find ourselves today. The store is relatively quiet right now, as the lunch crowd and school crowds are long gone. The stray elderly individual is here... but this place is far from busy. There is a man behind the register, reading a magazine and a early twenty-something girl cleaning the glass on the deli-meat display case.
The store's bell jangles softly as the door's pushed open, and Renard strolls along casually within; milling about a bit checking out the aisles, before stepping around a shelf and approaching the deli. "Miss Yenoli," he greets casually, "Got a second?" Hey, nothing beats the open approach.
The woman has a spray bottle full of cleaning solution as well as a well used rag in her hands. She's scrubbing away diligently, that is until she's approached. The woman is looking better than what she looked like that first night Renard saw her in the back of the van. Wounds and bruises have healed up; she looks like a new woman. She stands up and places the two items on the top of the deli-case. She nods to Renard, "Sure, sir. Might I suggest some of our salami? It seems to be popular lately."
"Nothing quite like a salami'n turkey sub," Renard admits, glancing to the counter before looking back to her, a bit of a wry smile curving his lips, "That's not exactly what I'm here to talk about, though-- I'm not surprised you don't remember me, you were a little messed up when we pulled you out of that van... hell, so was I."
The woman's demeanor instantly changes. She seems to instinctively hunch over in a more submissive stance, "W-what do you want?" She tries to take a step backwards and bumps into the freshly cleaned deli display. Her head shakes, "I... D-don't know what you want with me."
"Hey, hey, relax..." Renard lifts a hand slightly, taking a hint of a step backwards to try and reassure her, "I'm a cop, I'm not here to hurt you or anything, miss... Detective Renard Boulder, PLPD."
Lisa looks towards the door that Renard entered through and then over her shoulder at the guy behind the register reading the magazine. She nervously returns her gaze to Renard, "Than what do you want? I-I thought I was through. I thought I was rescued and I could return to my life?"
"You can," Renard shakes his head a bit, "I mean, I'd love you to be able to... just got some questions, is all, I don't want anyone -else- coming after you, you know?" He frowns, "You have any idea why that goon snatched you?"
The woman frowns as she looks at the Detective. She nods, "Of course I do!" She shouts... drawing the attention of the guy behind the register. She realizes she's loud and looks back to him. She shakes her head and waves a hand indicating she's ok. Lisa looks back at Renard, "I always fall for the wrong kinda guys, you know?" She hangs her head a little bit.
"Hey, hey, relax..." Renard's hand lifts again, a sympathetic look crossing his features, "...and I'd say so, if he sent a goon like Granite after you, babe. Look, you got a back room here, we could sit down and you can tell me about this schmuck?"
She shakes her head and then moves to the side. She gestures for the detective to follow her, "No; but I'll clock out and go on my break. We can talk out back." As she moves, she looks towards the guy behind the counter, "Jerry, I'm going to break. I'll be back in thirty." The man being spoken to just wave his hand to acknowledge what she said. She then heads towards the rear door.
"Works." Renard lifts his chin in a vague nod up and over to 'Jerry' before dropping into step after her towards the back door, fingers raking back through his hair as he tries to straighten it. It doesn't work very well.
They will eventually be outside in the back area. It's a second public entrance that a lot of school-goers enter through, however it is never-the-less the back of the establishment. Lisa stands beside the large garbage can and pulls out a cigarette. She lights it up and takes a long drag before focusing on Renard, "What more is there to talk about?"
"Look," Renard steps out, letting the door close and stepping over to one side of it, shoulder resting against the wall, "I'm sure you'd prefer to leave all this behind you, but... if this guy sent one goon after you, he might send another. What can you tell me about this guy?"
She takes another drag from her cancer stick and stares at the detective. She lowers the cigarette to her side and looks away from the man, "They don't care that I got away, you know. They got their message across. They wanted to keep me from saying anything to people like you." She looks back to him, "If I talk... they come after me."
"And if you don't talk," he replies, a single brow arching as he regards her, "They'll just go after other people. C'mon, Lisa. You want protection? We can offer protection. Give me something we can use here to deal with this low-life piece of shit, before he hurts any -other- girls down the line..."
The woman looks down to the ground, "Maybe the other girls will be smarter than me. I asked too many questions. I saw too much." She looks back up to the Detective, "His name is Lawrence Duclaw." She admits with a shrug, "Small timer with big timer aspirations, you know?" She raises the cig' back her mouth and takes another couple of short drags. She looks Renard dead in the eye.
That gaze is met, and Renard's head bobs in a bit of a nod. "What's a small timer doing with muscle like Granite, then...?" He looks a hint dubious, "And what sort've shit is he into?"
Lisa shrugs her shoulders, "Granite and Lawrence have been tight for a long time. Granite is his hired muscle, his enforcer, his gopher. He does Lawrence's dirty work. He did all that before they got their freaky powers." She frowns and takes another drag of her cigarette. She's clearly nervous about even talking about this stuff. After the last drag she tosses the butt aside and blows out the smoke, "When I met him, he was into anything that could give him a quick buck." She shrugs again, "Now he's got his eyes on the local mobs and stuff. I think he wants to rise through the ranks, got me?"
Renard grunts just a bit, one hand lifting to scratch at his jaw line. "So long as he's at the bottom of the barrel, the mobs probably won't lift a finger to protect him-- he probably hasn't proven of much worth yet, especially with Granite behind bars right now. If we can put Larry in with his little friend, then they won't touch him at all. Anything you can tell me that'd help with that?"
Lisa looks to the ground and shrugs again. Her hand reaches into her pocket once more to pull out the packet of cigarettes. Another cancer stick is produced and the packet slides out of view again. She puts it in her mouth and nervously lights it. Another long drag and she says through a puff of smoke, "I can tell you where he and his people hang out and run their little operation..."
"That'll be a start," Renard says with a slight nod, admitting quietly, "Hopefully we can nail this asshole, toss him behind bars, and then you won't have to worry about a thing again, Lisa."
She mutters something to herself and looks away from Renard. A good couple of puffs on the cigarette are made before she returns her gaze to the Detective. She states, "He works out of a store in Barrows Park. Old automotive parts store he uses as a front. In the back they used to run a chop shop. That's how he got his start. Now though-" She shrugs, "He's probably planning on busting Granite out before proceeding with whatever he plans to do." She looks Renard in the eyes, "He is a dangerous man now. Granite's his muscle, but he doesn't really need Granite any more."
A single brow lifts a little, Renard's lips pursing in a bit of a frown. "...let me guess," he asks with a grimace, "He's a meta-human too, isn't he?" The 'they' in the freaky powers comment earlier got him wondering.
Lisa waves her free hand and shrugs, "At least I think he does. It's hard to tell." She frowns at the detective, "He doesn't look as freaky as Granite does. I've just seen him do some crazy things. That's all."
"What sort've crazy things?" Renard lifts a brow, "I mean, if I'm going to get blasted with eye lasers or something, I'd like to have an idea..."
"I-I dunno." She says to him, "I mean... I-" She has a rather confused expression on her face now, "I can't describe it. He looks at things and makes them shatter. He... uhhh..." She pauses and gestures with her hand to try and coax a good descriptor out of her, "... He makes a room shake when he yells. I've seen him blow off a person's leg before. I didn't see any kinda laser-beam or anything. Just..." The woman takes another drag from her cigarette, "... I can't explain it."
"Hhn. Some sort've... vibration... or sonic... or, hell, something," Renard's lips purse in a brief grimace, "Damn. I'll definitely have to watch myself when I'm dealing with this dickhead... thanks for the heads up, babe."
She takes a final drag on this cigarette and looks towards Renard, "Is that all you need? Can I go back to work now?" She places the butt of the cigarette between her thumb and pointer finger and flicks it away. She exhales a cloud of smoke and eagerly looks towards the door of the superette.
"Yeah," Renard rubs a hand at his nape, allowing wryly, "Sorry for bothering you like this, Lisa. I appreciate your help..." Hm. A chop shop. The grand theft guys are going to get pissed at him for interfering with this one. Ah well. He'll deal with the paperwork.
