Trevor Griffin rubbed his weary, blue eyes then lifted the letter once again. He had thought it was over, hoped the year that had passed would heal all and let the matter be forgotten, but now it was rising it's ugly head once again.
"Inquiry as to the death of, and circumstances related to: Miss Alicia Daumer."
Trevor mouthed the official words that stared mutely at him and sighed, knowing it was part of the terms of his probation that he co-operate, and that it wasn't going to be an easy situation for him or the ones "investigating".
"Jennifer, cancel my appointments for the week and make the usual apologies, I have an unexpected guest arriving and need to be ready for them when they arrive..."
He called to his secretary, then sighed a second time as she politely asked the name of the "people" and if she could make arrangements for "them" when they arrived?
"I don't know who they are or when, but I suspect it'll quickly become obvious once they arrive, now be a good girl and get to work, hmm?"
He managed a laugh, running his hands through his long, black curls, then reached for the large mug of coffee on his desk and drank from it. It was going to be a long and rough future, he decided, until he could convince his uninvited guests to leave, and he could return to his "business" once again.
"I'm going to take a run, I'll be at the Club if you need me, then back later this afternoon"
Lifting his long, lean body from the chair he occupied he slipped a light jacket on and stepped lightly to his secretaries desk, his smile made even brighter by the dark tan he wore as he spoke quietly to her.
"Take good care of the "store", will you please?"
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A year later and Julianne felt the same as she had when she had initially found out that her sister was dead. Nothing considerable had changed and no amount of work had made any difference. Her job at the precinct hadn't done much difference either; regardless of the fact that a man had been found responsible for Alicia's death the case was still open. No coroner could pinpoint a direct cause of death or even piece together much of the scene. A body had been found and it had been ruled homicide because no natural cause of death could be determined. And Julianne wouldn't accept the idea that there could be a greater force so cruel that would take away her sister's life so early.
What she knew she'd heard at the grand jury indictment; the trial itself being closed to the public and never being given the case file. No one who knew any information would talk, having been instructed not to. Specifically, not to Alicia's family and especially not to Julianne. Being a woman gave Julianne disadvantages that years rebellion couldn't overcome. Her captain and her partner kept her busy with her own work, knowing that if she were allowed to obsess she would. She wanted to know why and how her sister died, but no one would tell her. There was no paper trail, no witnesses, and not much reason to believe that there had been foul play.
Julianne was angry with everyone from keeping the truth from her. She wasn't allowed to see the body, and the funeral had been a closed casket. It was as though a dark secret was being buried with her; one that everyone around her suspected but wouldn't allow it to be spoken lest it be spoken and thus become true. Julianne felt as if she were locked inside a holding cell and was continuously being told it was for her own good. She couldn't continue working without knowing what had really happened, what had happened to her sister and why. She wanted to know the reason why above all.
Her case load had been cut, she'd been given grievance leave, and Julianne was ready to go insane. She wanted to get back to doing what she did best, and she was determined to find peace for herself and her older sister. The papers had covered the release of the man who'd been convicted, and by simply looking at his photograph Julianne knew that if she questioned him she would find answers - if she found enough to courage to ask them.
Time had given her the courage or perhaps the impulsiveness and determination to approach the man called Trevor Griffin. She wrote an official inquiry on the police department letterhead and had mailed it to his office. A week later she'd received a call from his secretary, informing her that he had cleared his schedule and would be back that afternoon. Julianne's partner spotted the lie the minute she'd formulated one, but had never agreed with the captains decision to hide the truth from her and didn't stop her. He offered to go with her, but she refused. Griffin would be more likely to tell the truth if they were alone, but Julianne knew to expect him near by if she should call him after her meeting.
She found the address easy enough and parked her car. She debated for a few minutes whether or not she wanted to leave her weapons but thought better of it. She pulled her black coat over her blue sweater and tucked each into their holsters; one at her hip and one at her boot. She smoothed her auburn ponytail back and stepped out of the car. The back of the building told her nothing about where she was, and was surprised to hear a car pull in beside her.
Trevor knew his "appointment" had arrived when he pulled up in his own car. What cued him exactly he wasn't sure of later, his instinct and the fact all other appointments had been canceled leading to one logical conclusion as he stepped from his car and met her eyes.
"I'm Trevor Griffin and you're in my parking spot, on any other given day that would be a problem, but since it's not and you're here I'm assuming your my one and only scheduled meeting for the week, correct?"
Julianne nodded to him in affirmation. She hadn't expected to run into the man in the parking lot, but as it was she hadn't much choice to let him defend what she knew he claimed as territory. He smiled to disarm his words and offered a hand, his eyes judging the woman who stood her ground and returned his look, her hand remaining at her side until he coughed and turned.
"Yes, well....I'm going into the offices, IF you wanted to discuss something with me then by all means lets do...but inside, I'm assuming it's official business and you have a warrant reopening the files?"
He probed and moved slowly to the rear doors, using his key to open the first and then standing aside to hold it for his "guest", her lack of answers making him wonder just what she was up to as she brushed past him. She followed him into the building and took the seat he offered her in his office. She'd been caught off guard, and the surprise had thrown her. She wanted to get her barrings, to find stable ground to stand upon whilst she questioned him about her sisters death. She'd hoped to skip over the lack of warrant, but it wouldn't make any difference because she wasn't interested in looking into any files.
"Have a seat and I'll get us something to drink?"
He waved a hand to the chairs and dropped his bag at the side of the desk, the interior lighting showing her face and making him pause as he tried to place her, then move out to where his secretary sat looking bored.
"Any mail...calls....news?"
He queried and pulled a pair of Evian bottles from the cooler, then accepted the tiny pile of notes and mail, returning to where his now seated guest waited to offer the drink.
"Time was I did most of my meetings over real drinks, but times change and this is what I have to offer, now what can I do for you Miss....?" He finally addressed her with a question that was less of a question and more of a demand. Julianne didn't want to give him her last name, she knew he was already trying to place her. She and her sister had looked a great deal alike, it wasn't hard to recognize them as twins.
"Detective," She answered him with a tone of finality, telling him that detective was all she was going to give him.
"Detective," Trevor repeated the title as he sat regarding her, his eyes moving from her face to the wall where another picture still hung, then back again.
"There's no need for a warrant, Mr. Griffin, unless you present the need." She knew it was a lie. Generally Julianne was a decent liar, but she couldn't read him and thus she couldn't tell if he believed it or not. She tried to let the fact that she couldn't get a read off of him bother her, and it was difficult.
"I'm sure that you're aware that the Daumer case hasn't been closed, due to the fact that you would not release any of the information regarding the girls death. We're looking to finally close the case. Double Jeopardy applies, you can't be tried twice, so you've now nothing to loose Mr. Griffin."
Her appeal was the best one she could deploy. She couldn't think of any other reason why he would withhold the information this long. Before the trial was one thing: he was the only one who knew what happened and if he revealed that information to the police he could have faced severe charges. Now that he had already been convicted of charges relating to Alicia's death he couldn't be tried again.
"The department is looking for closure for the girl's family."
It was awkward speaking of Alicia as if she wasn't her sister, her own family and blood. But if Julianne told him her name, she would reveal to him her more personal motives for being there. She wanted to appear purely business.
"Well detective....since you're familiar with the case tell me what I was put on probation for, or what my alibi was regarding Alicia's death...hmmm?"
He spoke the words softly, wondering what the woman's angle was exactly, and admiring her guts for trying despite having no warrant or real leverage to make him talk.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                