[OTC] Hot and/or Cold
[fullonobiwan used with permission from his mun who made a request for snarky!Flack. foundherwings, det_montana and your_only_law also used with permission. The Stella and Sam in question are bound on no particular muses. Set sometime after 312: Jus en Bello, but I’m not sure when. Also, this started out short and turned into the EPIC FIC OF DOOOOOOOOOM. Just so you know.]
“Good morning, ladies and gentleman of the Grand Jury, my name is Assistant District Attorney Colin MacManus, and this is the State of New York versus Dean and Samuel Winchester. The charges in this matter are six counts of grave desecration, one count of aggravated assault on one Kenneth Hardenberger, ten counts of unlawful possession of a firearm, seven counts of possession of a weapon for unlawful purposes, three counts of credit card fraud, one count of obstruction by flight, and one count of obstruction by deception each. While normally the grave desecration is considered a disorderly persons offense, the state is asking you to consider them under the RICO Act which I will explain at the completion of the testimony. Are there any questions for me as to the law?” [pause] “Seeing no hands I will call in the first witness.”
[soft beeping noise]
“Detective Flack, Please come into the jury room.”
[soft shuffling noise, the sound of the door opening and closing.]
“Please place your left hand on the bible and raise your right.” [pause] “Detective Flack, do you solemnly swear that the testimony you’re about to give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?”
“I do.”
“Please be seated.”
“Good morning, Detective, thank you for coming.”
“Good morning.”
“Please state your name and where you work.”
“Detective Donald Flack, Junior, I work for the New York Police Department.”
“How long have you been working for the NYPD, Detective?”
“Almost eight years now.”
“On April seventeenth of this year, you had occasion to conduct an investigation regarding a Dean and Samuel Winchester, correct?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Please tell us all about it.”
“On April seventeenth, Detective Monroe and myself were investigating a murder of a woman named Dolores Williams who died from what appeared at the time to be a broken neck. When we arrived at the scene, we found significant satanic symbols carved into the ceiling and floor of two of the rooms, and extensive damage to the surrounding area. Upon processing the scene, Detective Monroe found something interesting-”
***
“I think I’ve got something,” Lindsay frowned as she crouched down in front of one of the carvings. She reached for one of the electrostatic sheets from her kit and smoothed it down over the outline of the wood floor in front of her. She ran the magnet over the paper as Flack walked over, before peeling up from the ground and flipping it over to look at the foot. “Looks like a footprint-a big footprint.”
“So what, you’re saying the woman was killed by a giant?” Flack said to her with a smirk.
“Could be a giant,” she said, returning the smirk. “Could be that they guy just had disproportionately large feet.” She turned back down to look at the footprint more closely. “It looks like there’s some kind of trace on the print. I’ll bag it and have Adam test it down at the lab.”
“I went around to all of the neighbors-some of them haven’t heard anything-that’s nothing new, but some of them reported hearing thrashing and screaming around one AM.”
“Thrashing and screaming?” Lindsay frowned, tilting her head to the side slightly. “Really?”
“One woman compared it to something straight out of The Exorcist.”
“Wonderful,” she said with a sigh before shaking her head. “Well, at least the good news is, no pea soup.”
“Thank God for that,” he smirked. He glanced around for a minute, before rolling his eyes. “Whoever did this is into some really crazy stuff.”
“Tell me about it,” she said as she continued to make her way around the room with her flashlight. She watched the floor, looking for any other signs or evidence she could process. She stopped a few feet from where she had found the first footprint and crouched down again, placing her kit down next to her. “I got another footprint. Same style work boot, but different size-smaller.”
“So you’re thinking two satanic psychos instead of just one?” Flack sighed, raising an eyebrow.
“It fits-this foot definitely came from a different person,” she said with a sigh, before starting to collect that print as well. “So it definitely looks like there were two perps.”
“So two guys who like carving satanic symbols into things before breaking their victims’ necks,” Flack sighed heavily before shaking his head. “We just stumbled onto a whole new brand of crazy, didn’t we?”
“Unfortunately, Flack,” she frowned, looking back up at him again. “I really think we did.”
***
“Now, all suspects were eliminated as suspects in the murder of Ms. Williams, is that correct?”
“Yes. Upon autopsy, it was revealed that Ms. Williams had been dead for four days, despite the lack of obvious outward decomposition. She had died from pneumonia in Trinity Hospital.”
“So it was established that no homicide had occurred, just the desecration of the body, correct?”
“Correct.”
“So what happened next?”
***
“I just got Dolores Williams’ death certificate from Trinity,” Flack said with a sigh. “Her doctor confirmed that she did die, four days ago from complications from pneumonia. Her body somehow disappeared from the morgue two days later.”
Lindsay’s face wrinkled slightly before tilting her head to the side. “Well, that confirms Sid’s autopsy, but didn’t Trinity notice a body going missing?”
“They said that they chalked it up to a computer error, thinking that the body had been taken to be interred and someone just forgot to mark it in the computer. They didn’t realize until now that the body had been stolen.” He gave her a dry smile before leaning against the side of her desk. “Bureaucracy at work.”
“Wonderful,” she said with a sigh, before picking up a file. “I got results back on that trace from Adam. The footprints were made by a size fifteen and size thirteen standard heavy duty boot. There was a slight anomaly in the heel of the size thirteen one, so that can help us identify the shoe in question. As for the trace left in the print, the dirt had some very specific qualities that you might find very interesting.”
“Oh really?” he said with a smirk.
“The trace? Matches soil samples from a case that Stella and Angell are working,” she said, pulling out another file. “A body was found just outside the vicinity of the Saint Helena cemetery, same symbols, same COD, same weird death pattern with the body.”
Flack took the file from her and read it over for a moment before speaking up. "So it looks like we're working the same case."
“Yup,” Lindsay said with a nod. “Angell is on her way over to fill us in more on her end of the case, but I'm gonna head upstairs and see if Stella and I can come up with anything in the evidence that might help.” She got up, before turning back to Flack with a sigh. “Don't let Mac try to kick us from this case. I really want to find the creeps who are doing this.”
“You and me both,” Flack replied with a nod.
***
“Now, after conferring with Detective Angell on the status of both your cases, you two came to a realization, is that correct?”
“Yes-upon speaking with the next of kin of the victim in Detective Angell’s case-a Leon Walters-Detective Angell found out that the body had indeed been collected and supposedly interred by a funeral parlor called Hardenbergers Funeral Home. I called and confirmed the same information with the next of kin of Dolores Williams, and we thought we had found our suspect.”
“Therefore you and Detective Angell went to speak with the current owner of the funeral parlor, a Kenneth Hardenberger, is that correct?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Please tell us all about it.”
“For those of you who’ve never been to the Hardenbergers Funeral Home, there’s a main hallway that leads straight up to where the casket is usually displayed, and then a small side hallway that loops around and meets up with the main hallway-it’s mainly because it’s a small place and it helps manage the traffic of people when they’re having a wake. Anyway, when Detective Angell and I arrived-”
***
The two detectives heard the scream as they made their way up the stairs to the funeral parlor, and both glanced at each other before drawing their weapons and heading in towards the sound of the voice. It wasn’t exactly a pretty scream-whoever was making it was either seriously scared or seriously in pain, and they’d be pretty bad cops if they just ignored it, and made their way in like they were just looking to shoot the breeze. Flack radioed in for back-up as they went, not knowing what they were heading into or who would be waiting at the other end of the hallway. As they approached the back of the parlor, they saw two men with their backs to them, holding a gray haired man up against the wall. The smell of burning skin hung in the air, and Flack had to turn his head from it so that he wouldn’t puke, before Angell took the lead and started to get the boys attention.
“NYPD! Freeze!”
The two men turned and looked at each other for a moment, before dropping the man in front of them and taking off around the corner to get around the detectives and out ther door. Flack and Angell, initially believing the other man in the room to be fine-he was moving, speaking, telling them to wait-spun around and headed back down the hallway to try and cut them off before they got out the door. Flack was in front, and when the hallways merged, Flack managed to grab the taller of the two by the collar of his shirt and turn to slam him into the wall while Angell blew past them, following the other man out onto the sidewalk.
“What’s your name?” Flack said with a sigh as he reached for his hand cuffs.
“John Doe,” he said with a groan as his hands were pinned behind his back.
“John Doe. Cute. Well, John Doe, you are under arrest for obstruction-scratch that,” Flack paused as he let the suspect’s hands rest at the base of his back, before pushing up his shirt and pulling out the gun sitting in the waistband of his pants. “Obstruction by flight and carrying a concealed weapon-should I just chalk this up to unlawful possession of a firearm now?”
“I have a permit for that.” The kid wasn’t all that convincing.
“Sure ya do. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney-” He continued to Mirandize him as he led him out of the funeral parlor, giving instructions to the back up units, before starting to stuff ‘John Doe’ into the back seat of the car. A few feet down, he could see that Angell had wrestled her suspect to the ground, but instead of looking rather miserable about this situation, Flack noticed that the guy had a huge grin on his face. That is, he did until Angell fished a set of keys out of his pocket and looked up at Flack with a grin.
“Hey Flack-whadaya think these belong to?”
“Don’t know. I say you should find out.”
“Hey! Leave my baby out of this!” the man sitting under Angell replied. “She never did anything to either of you.” Angell just smirked before tossing the keys to one of the uniforms. “Find the car it belongs to and impound it. Flack and I will work on getting the search warrant.”
Soon after that, she was yanking the guy to his feet and dragging him toward the car, where the man was looking slightly more defeated, before shouting back over at his shoulder to where the uniform was going. When they finally reached Flack, Flack just smirked over at Angell, moving to the side so she could put him in the car. The man on the other hand turned back to Angell and shook his head. “Why’d you have to bring him into this? We could have had so much fun all on our own.”
Angell gave him a look, before turning to shove him into the back of the car. On the way down, his head caught on the roof of the car with a slight hiss. “Sonuva-”
“Whoops,” Angell said dryly. “My bad-should have told you to watch your head.” She quickly closed the door behind them, before turning back to Flack. “Guess what name he gave me?”
“John Doe, like the other genius?”
She shook her head. “Clay MacGyver.”
“You’re kidding me,” he grinned. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
***
“Was the other officer able to secure the car?”
“Yes, they found a black sixty-seven Chevy Impala parked around the corner from the funeral parlor. They called it in and had it towed back to the lab.”
“Now you questioned both these suspects after bringing them down to headquarters, correct?”
“Yes-upon arriving back at head quarters we booked them for obstruction, and the first individual that I arrested for carrying a concealed weapon. After searching both suspects, we found that they both were concealing several other weapons, including other firearms, and that they were not registered for any of these firearms, for the charges were upped to Obstruction, possession of a weapon for unlawful purposes and unlawful possession of a firearm.”
“And since you were able to search for these permits, you did in fact find out the suspects real names?”
“Yes, the suspects were identified as Dean and Samuel Winchester.”
“Now, after booking the suspects, you questioned both of them separately?”
“Yes.”
“Were any statements made?”
“Yes-but none that were of any use.”
“How do you mean?”
***
Flack opened the door of the interrogation room, and he could see the suspect inside start to perk up slightly, before shouting out towards the open door. “Hey, I’m freezin’ in here! Any chance I can get a space heater or somethin’?” He then paused for a minute, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Or we could just try things eskimo style-I’m not shy.”
Flack snorted slightly, before walking through the doorway and dropping a file down on the table. “I’d take you up on that-but I don’t really think I’m your type.”
He blinked briefly, only for a moment, before his face relaxed back into his regular smartass smirk. “Funny-here I was expecting Detective Angell.” He said the last half with a little more zest than Flack was really comfortable with. He had been having far too much fun with that-even going so far as to exclaim that this was better than a porn flick, and Angell nearly made Flack stop the car so she could clobber him herself. Needless to say, when it came to the interrogations, they figured they’d have less of a chance of having to book Angell for murder if Flack took this one, rather than letting her talk to him again.
“We decided it’d be best if Detective Angell talked to your brother instead,” Flack said with a nod, before settling down in the chair across from him.
“My brother? I have a brother?” He looked more amused than shocked, and Flack knew he was lying. He would have known he was lying before the guy even opened his mouth, regardless of what the man had said, but he especially knew that that was a lie, when he had the file with the fingerprints containing the man’s true identity in his hand. “As I told you before, Detective-I’ve never seen that sorry impersonation of Sasquatch before in my life.”
Flack just nodded, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Say-what’d you say your name was again?”
“MacGyver. Clay MacGyver.”
“Really? You don’t seem all that much like a MacGyver.”
“You know, I actually get that a lot,” he said with a nod. “But when it comes down to it, I can bullshit my way through a tense situation just as well as the rest of them, if not better because I am better looking.”
Flack made a show of scrunching his face up in thought for a moment, before shaking his head. “See, I was thinking you look more like a Winchester. A Dean Winchester, maybe?”
“Dean Winchester.” He said the name as though he was trying it on to see if it fit, and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment, before shaking his head. “While I’m sure that the man in question is indeed a very handsome devil, he’s not this handsome devil. ‘Fraid you’re mistaken.”
“Oh, we’re not,” Flack replied with a smirk, before holding up the file. “We have your fingerprints-and Sam’s. And you know what the really funny thing is?” He paused for a minute, placing the file back down on the table before leaning in closer to Dean. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Really? Wow. I am clearly a lucky, lucky man.”
“See, I don’t think luck had much to do with it,” Flack said, his eyes starting to narrow slightly.
“Wait a second,” Dean started to sit up slightly, holding a finger in the air and looking a bit angrier than he had since he had been arrested that morning. “You think I killed those people?”
“That was the impression I got, yeah,” Flack said with a growl. “It’s not like something like this isn’t up your alley.”
“I was no where near that police station when it blew,” Dean said, his voice deadly serious and a complete change in demeanor that he’d had a moment earlier. “It was a freak gas accident. That was it. I didn’t kill them.”
Flack listened carefully to what he said noting that the only thing that faltered in his speech when he said it was a gas accident. The fact that he was no where near the station was as sure and steady as everything else he’d said. So either the guy was in serious denial about the kind of person he was, or he was telling the truth. The thing was, Flack really wasn’t sure which one it was.
He dropped the subject, before pulling out the brown paper bag that Stella had given him earlier and shaking it open. “I need your shoes.”
“What?” Dean blinked, thrown by the sudden change of subject.
“They’re evidence. Off with them.”
Dean rolled his eyes before leaning over and taking off his boots. “If I get frostbite, you guys’ are payin’ if they have to chop off my toes.”
“Maybe you should’ve just worn thicker socks,” Flack replied as he dropped the shoes into the bag.
***
“What did you find on the shoes of the suspects?”
“Both Sam and Dean’s boots were matches to the footprints Detectives Monroe and Bonasera found at the respective crime scenes. When Detective Bonasera went back to look at the trace again, she found traces of rock salt and gasoline in the treads of the prints. The gasoline was a match to the gasoline found in the trunk of the Winchesters’ car. Also, Detective Monroe looked into Sam Winchester’s online records, and she found that the Winchesters were paying especially close attention to several obituaries online. We went and investigated the sites where each of the deceased were buried, and we found traces of the same gasoline.”
“So that linked them to the four other grave desecrations?”
“Yes. We received permission from the next of kin to exhume the body, and we found that the corpses had been doused in the gasoline and then burned.”
“And the rock salt?”
“We never found a specific link, but we did find bags of it in the suspects’ car.”
“What else did you find the car?”
“After we obtained the search warrant, both Detectives Monroe and Bonasera went through the car itself. The trunk of the car had a false bottom in it, and under there they found several shot guns, some of them sawed off, several smaller caliber weapons, and several large knives and other weapons.”
“Now, Kenneth Hardenberger, what injuries did he suffer?”
“Mr. Hardenberger suffered some minor burns across the front of his chest, as well as a broken jaw, and several contusions to his face.”
“Is there anything else I haven’t asked you that you would like the Grand Jury to know?”
[pause] “Not at this time, no.”
“Does the Grand Jury have any questions for this-” [is cut off by a cell phone ringing] “Detective?”
“I’m sorry, it’s a text message from-son of a-I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Detective?”
“Sam and Dean Winchester just escaped from Rikers.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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“Good morning, ladies and gentleman of the Grand Jury, my name is Assistant District Attorney Colin MacManus, and this is the State of New York versus Dean and Samuel Winchester. The charges in this matter are six counts of grave desecration, one count of aggravated assault on one Kenneth Hardenberger, ten counts of unlawful possession of a firearm, seven counts of possession of a weapon for unlawful purposes, three counts of credit card fraud, one count of obstruction by flight, and one count of obstruction by deception each. While normally the grave desecration is considered a disorderly persons offense, the state is asking you to consider them under the RICO Act which I will explain at the completion of the testimony. Are there any questions for me as to the law?” [pause] “Seeing no hands I will call in the first witness.”
[soft beeping noise]
“Detective Flack, Please come into the jury room.”
[soft shuffling noise, the sound of the door opening and closing.]
“Please place your left hand on the bible and raise your right.” [pause] “Detective Flack, do you solemnly swear that the testimony you’re about to give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?”
“I do.”
“Please be seated.”
“Good morning, Detective, thank you for coming.”
“Good morning.”
“Please state your name and where you work.”
“Detective Donald Flack, Junior, I work for the New York Police Department.”
“How long have you been working for the NYPD, Detective?”
“Almost eight years now.”
“On April seventeenth of this year, you had occasion to conduct an investigation regarding a Dean and Samuel Winchester, correct?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Please tell us all about it.”
“On April seventeenth, Detective Monroe and myself were investigating a murder of a woman named Dolores Williams who died from what appeared at the time to be a broken neck. When we arrived at the scene, we found significant satanic symbols carved into the ceiling and floor of two of the rooms, and extensive damage to the surrounding area. Upon processing the scene, Detective Monroe found something interesting-”
***
“I think I’ve got something,” Lindsay frowned as she crouched down in front of one of the carvings. She reached for one of the electrostatic sheets from her kit and smoothed it down over the outline of the wood floor in front of her. She ran the magnet over the paper as Flack walked over, before peeling up from the ground and flipping it over to look at the foot. “Looks like a footprint-a big footprint.”
“So what, you’re saying the woman was killed by a giant?” Flack said to her with a smirk.
“Could be a giant,” she said, returning the smirk. “Could be that they guy just had disproportionately large feet.” She turned back down to look at the footprint more closely. “It looks like there’s some kind of trace on the print. I’ll bag it and have Adam test it down at the lab.”
“I went around to all of the neighbors-some of them haven’t heard anything-that’s nothing new, but some of them reported hearing thrashing and screaming around one AM.”
“Thrashing and screaming?” Lindsay frowned, tilting her head to the side slightly. “Really?”
“One woman compared it to something straight out of The Exorcist.”
“Wonderful,” she said with a sigh before shaking her head. “Well, at least the good news is, no pea soup.”
“Thank God for that,” he smirked. He glanced around for a minute, before rolling his eyes. “Whoever did this is into some really crazy stuff.”
“Tell me about it,” she said as she continued to make her way around the room with her flashlight. She watched the floor, looking for any other signs or evidence she could process. She stopped a few feet from where she had found the first footprint and crouched down again, placing her kit down next to her. “I got another footprint. Same style work boot, but different size-smaller.”
“So you’re thinking two satanic psychos instead of just one?” Flack sighed, raising an eyebrow.
“It fits-this foot definitely came from a different person,” she said with a sigh, before starting to collect that print as well. “So it definitely looks like there were two perps.”
“So two guys who like carving satanic symbols into things before breaking their victims’ necks,” Flack sighed heavily before shaking his head. “We just stumbled onto a whole new brand of crazy, didn’t we?”
“Unfortunately, Flack,” she frowned, looking back up at him again. “I really think we did.”
***
“Now, all suspects were eliminated as suspects in the murder of Ms. Williams, is that correct?”
“Yes. Upon autopsy, it was revealed that Ms. Williams had been dead for four days, despite the lack of obvious outward decomposition. She had died from pneumonia in Trinity Hospital.”
“So it was established that no homicide had occurred, just the desecration of the body, correct?”
“Correct.”
“So what happened next?”
***
“I just got Dolores Williams’ death certificate from Trinity,” Flack said with a sigh. “Her doctor confirmed that she did die, four days ago from complications from pneumonia. Her body somehow disappeared from the morgue two days later.”
Lindsay’s face wrinkled slightly before tilting her head to the side. “Well, that confirms Sid’s autopsy, but didn’t Trinity notice a body going missing?”
“They said that they chalked it up to a computer error, thinking that the body had been taken to be interred and someone just forgot to mark it in the computer. They didn’t realize until now that the body had been stolen.” He gave her a dry smile before leaning against the side of her desk. “Bureaucracy at work.”
“Wonderful,” she said with a sigh, before picking up a file. “I got results back on that trace from Adam. The footprints were made by a size fifteen and size thirteen standard heavy duty boot. There was a slight anomaly in the heel of the size thirteen one, so that can help us identify the shoe in question. As for the trace left in the print, the dirt had some very specific qualities that you might find very interesting.”
“Oh really?” he said with a smirk.
“The trace? Matches soil samples from a case that Stella and Angell are working,” she said, pulling out another file. “A body was found just outside the vicinity of the Saint Helena cemetery, same symbols, same COD, same weird death pattern with the body.”
Flack took the file from her and read it over for a moment before speaking up. "So it looks like we're working the same case."
“Yup,” Lindsay said with a nod. “Angell is on her way over to fill us in more on her end of the case, but I'm gonna head upstairs and see if Stella and I can come up with anything in the evidence that might help.” She got up, before turning back to Flack with a sigh. “Don't let Mac try to kick us from this case. I really want to find the creeps who are doing this.”
“You and me both,” Flack replied with a nod.
***
“Now, after conferring with Detective Angell on the status of both your cases, you two came to a realization, is that correct?”
“Yes-upon speaking with the next of kin of the victim in Detective Angell’s case-a Leon Walters-Detective Angell found out that the body had indeed been collected and supposedly interred by a funeral parlor called Hardenbergers Funeral Home. I called and confirmed the same information with the next of kin of Dolores Williams, and we thought we had found our suspect.”
“Therefore you and Detective Angell went to speak with the current owner of the funeral parlor, a Kenneth Hardenberger, is that correct?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Please tell us all about it.”
“For those of you who’ve never been to the Hardenbergers Funeral Home, there’s a main hallway that leads straight up to where the casket is usually displayed, and then a small side hallway that loops around and meets up with the main hallway-it’s mainly because it’s a small place and it helps manage the traffic of people when they’re having a wake. Anyway, when Detective Angell and I arrived-”
***
The two detectives heard the scream as they made their way up the stairs to the funeral parlor, and both glanced at each other before drawing their weapons and heading in towards the sound of the voice. It wasn’t exactly a pretty scream-whoever was making it was either seriously scared or seriously in pain, and they’d be pretty bad cops if they just ignored it, and made their way in like they were just looking to shoot the breeze. Flack radioed in for back-up as they went, not knowing what they were heading into or who would be waiting at the other end of the hallway. As they approached the back of the parlor, they saw two men with their backs to them, holding a gray haired man up against the wall. The smell of burning skin hung in the air, and Flack had to turn his head from it so that he wouldn’t puke, before Angell took the lead and started to get the boys attention.
“NYPD! Freeze!”
The two men turned and looked at each other for a moment, before dropping the man in front of them and taking off around the corner to get around the detectives and out ther door. Flack and Angell, initially believing the other man in the room to be fine-he was moving, speaking, telling them to wait-spun around and headed back down the hallway to try and cut them off before they got out the door. Flack was in front, and when the hallways merged, Flack managed to grab the taller of the two by the collar of his shirt and turn to slam him into the wall while Angell blew past them, following the other man out onto the sidewalk.
“What’s your name?” Flack said with a sigh as he reached for his hand cuffs.
“John Doe,” he said with a groan as his hands were pinned behind his back.
“John Doe. Cute. Well, John Doe, you are under arrest for obstruction-scratch that,” Flack paused as he let the suspect’s hands rest at the base of his back, before pushing up his shirt and pulling out the gun sitting in the waistband of his pants. “Obstruction by flight and carrying a concealed weapon-should I just chalk this up to unlawful possession of a firearm now?”
“I have a permit for that.” The kid wasn’t all that convincing.
“Sure ya do. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney-” He continued to Mirandize him as he led him out of the funeral parlor, giving instructions to the back up units, before starting to stuff ‘John Doe’ into the back seat of the car. A few feet down, he could see that Angell had wrestled her suspect to the ground, but instead of looking rather miserable about this situation, Flack noticed that the guy had a huge grin on his face. That is, he did until Angell fished a set of keys out of his pocket and looked up at Flack with a grin.
“Hey Flack-whadaya think these belong to?”
“Don’t know. I say you should find out.”
“Hey! Leave my baby out of this!” the man sitting under Angell replied. “She never did anything to either of you.” Angell just smirked before tossing the keys to one of the uniforms. “Find the car it belongs to and impound it. Flack and I will work on getting the search warrant.”
Soon after that, she was yanking the guy to his feet and dragging him toward the car, where the man was looking slightly more defeated, before shouting back over at his shoulder to where the uniform was going. When they finally reached Flack, Flack just smirked over at Angell, moving to the side so she could put him in the car. The man on the other hand turned back to Angell and shook his head. “Why’d you have to bring him into this? We could have had so much fun all on our own.”
Angell gave him a look, before turning to shove him into the back of the car. On the way down, his head caught on the roof of the car with a slight hiss. “Sonuva-”
“Whoops,” Angell said dryly. “My bad-should have told you to watch your head.” She quickly closed the door behind them, before turning back to Flack. “Guess what name he gave me?”
“John Doe, like the other genius?”
She shook her head. “Clay MacGyver.”
“You’re kidding me,” he grinned. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
***
“Was the other officer able to secure the car?”
“Yes, they found a black sixty-seven Chevy Impala parked around the corner from the funeral parlor. They called it in and had it towed back to the lab.”
“Now you questioned both these suspects after bringing them down to headquarters, correct?”
“Yes-upon arriving back at head quarters we booked them for obstruction, and the first individual that I arrested for carrying a concealed weapon. After searching both suspects, we found that they both were concealing several other weapons, including other firearms, and that they were not registered for any of these firearms, for the charges were upped to Obstruction, possession of a weapon for unlawful purposes and unlawful possession of a firearm.”
“And since you were able to search for these permits, you did in fact find out the suspects real names?”
“Yes, the suspects were identified as Dean and Samuel Winchester.”
“Now, after booking the suspects, you questioned both of them separately?”
“Yes.”
“Were any statements made?”
“Yes-but none that were of any use.”
“How do you mean?”
***
Flack opened the door of the interrogation room, and he could see the suspect inside start to perk up slightly, before shouting out towards the open door. “Hey, I’m freezin’ in here! Any chance I can get a space heater or somethin’?” He then paused for a minute, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Or we could just try things eskimo style-I’m not shy.”
Flack snorted slightly, before walking through the doorway and dropping a file down on the table. “I’d take you up on that-but I don’t really think I’m your type.”
He blinked briefly, only for a moment, before his face relaxed back into his regular smartass smirk. “Funny-here I was expecting Detective Angell.” He said the last half with a little more zest than Flack was really comfortable with. He had been having far too much fun with that-even going so far as to exclaim that this was better than a porn flick, and Angell nearly made Flack stop the car so she could clobber him herself. Needless to say, when it came to the interrogations, they figured they’d have less of a chance of having to book Angell for murder if Flack took this one, rather than letting her talk to him again.
“We decided it’d be best if Detective Angell talked to your brother instead,” Flack said with a nod, before settling down in the chair across from him.
“My brother? I have a brother?” He looked more amused than shocked, and Flack knew he was lying. He would have known he was lying before the guy even opened his mouth, regardless of what the man had said, but he especially knew that that was a lie, when he had the file with the fingerprints containing the man’s true identity in his hand. “As I told you before, Detective-I’ve never seen that sorry impersonation of Sasquatch before in my life.”
Flack just nodded, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Say-what’d you say your name was again?”
“MacGyver. Clay MacGyver.”
“Really? You don’t seem all that much like a MacGyver.”
“You know, I actually get that a lot,” he said with a nod. “But when it comes down to it, I can bullshit my way through a tense situation just as well as the rest of them, if not better because I am better looking.”
Flack made a show of scrunching his face up in thought for a moment, before shaking his head. “See, I was thinking you look more like a Winchester. A Dean Winchester, maybe?”
“Dean Winchester.” He said the name as though he was trying it on to see if it fit, and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment, before shaking his head. “While I’m sure that the man in question is indeed a very handsome devil, he’s not this handsome devil. ‘Fraid you’re mistaken.”
“Oh, we’re not,” Flack replied with a smirk, before holding up the file. “We have your fingerprints-and Sam’s. And you know what the really funny thing is?” He paused for a minute, placing the file back down on the table before leaning in closer to Dean. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Really? Wow. I am clearly a lucky, lucky man.”
“See, I don’t think luck had much to do with it,” Flack said, his eyes starting to narrow slightly.
“Wait a second,” Dean started to sit up slightly, holding a finger in the air and looking a bit angrier than he had since he had been arrested that morning. “You think I killed those people?”
“That was the impression I got, yeah,” Flack said with a growl. “It’s not like something like this isn’t up your alley.”
“I was no where near that police station when it blew,” Dean said, his voice deadly serious and a complete change in demeanor that he’d had a moment earlier. “It was a freak gas accident. That was it. I didn’t kill them.”
Flack listened carefully to what he said noting that the only thing that faltered in his speech when he said it was a gas accident. The fact that he was no where near the station was as sure and steady as everything else he’d said. So either the guy was in serious denial about the kind of person he was, or he was telling the truth. The thing was, Flack really wasn’t sure which one it was.
He dropped the subject, before pulling out the brown paper bag that Stella had given him earlier and shaking it open. “I need your shoes.”
“What?” Dean blinked, thrown by the sudden change of subject.
“They’re evidence. Off with them.”
Dean rolled his eyes before leaning over and taking off his boots. “If I get frostbite, you guys’ are payin’ if they have to chop off my toes.”
“Maybe you should’ve just worn thicker socks,” Flack replied as he dropped the shoes into the bag.
***
“What did you find on the shoes of the suspects?”
“Both Sam and Dean’s boots were matches to the footprints Detectives Monroe and Bonasera found at the respective crime scenes. When Detective Bonasera went back to look at the trace again, she found traces of rock salt and gasoline in the treads of the prints. The gasoline was a match to the gasoline found in the trunk of the Winchesters’ car. Also, Detective Monroe looked into Sam Winchester’s online records, and she found that the Winchesters were paying especially close attention to several obituaries online. We went and investigated the sites where each of the deceased were buried, and we found traces of the same gasoline.”
“So that linked them to the four other grave desecrations?”
“Yes. We received permission from the next of kin to exhume the body, and we found that the corpses had been doused in the gasoline and then burned.”
“And the rock salt?”
“We never found a specific link, but we did find bags of it in the suspects’ car.”
“What else did you find the car?”
“After we obtained the search warrant, both Detectives Monroe and Bonasera went through the car itself. The trunk of the car had a false bottom in it, and under there they found several shot guns, some of them sawed off, several smaller caliber weapons, and several large knives and other weapons.”
“Now, Kenneth Hardenberger, what injuries did he suffer?”
“Mr. Hardenberger suffered some minor burns across the front of his chest, as well as a broken jaw, and several contusions to his face.”
“Is there anything else I haven’t asked you that you would like the Grand Jury to know?”
[pause] “Not at this time, no.”
“Does the Grand Jury have any questions for this-” [is cut off by a cell phone ringing] “Detective?”
“I’m sorry, it’s a text message from-son of a-I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Detective?”
“Sam and Dean Winchester just escaped from Rikers.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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