The Detective (Closed for Papillon24)

[Bill525]

John Lewis had worked hard to get to the point he was at currently in his career. At thirty two years old, he was the youngest detective in his unit. He had worked hard, moving from patrol man all the way up to detective. He seemed to be living a dream, he was now in charge of solving crimes, and bringing real criminals to justice.

John had a great home life. He was married to his high school sweetheart, Amanda. Amanda had supported John through all the rough patches and long hours as he attempted to make it to detective. She was his rock, the one person he knew he could lean on if things were going bad. Amanda shorter, 5'4 with shoulder length blonde hair, and brown eyes. She had a runners body, thin, with long legs. She was not all that curvy, but that did not bother John. He loved her, and saw himself spending the rest of his life with her.

It was late on a Friday night. John was home, sleeping in his bed with his wife. It had been a calm few weeks, and it was nice to get a chance to spend a weekend with Amanda. Suddenly, his cell phone went off, and he rolled over to pick it up. "Detective Lewis," he said. On the other end of his phone was his captain. "John, its Captain Thomas, we have a problem." John could tell by his voice that this was serious, so he quietly got out of bed and headed into the office within the house.

"Captain, whats going on?," John said, knowing that this could very much ruin his weekend with his wife. Captain Thomas said, "We have had a murder, and it's going to be a big case. I need you to take the lead on it, right now, the media is being held at bay, but it won't be for long." John listened to his captain, wondering what was going on, "Sir, where do you need me?," John said seriously.

Captain Thomas sighed, "You won't believe it, but you need to head to the Belmont Hotel. Your suspect is staying there under police surveillance." John was confused, a suspect being kept in a fancy hotel for surveillance. He knew this was a different case, "Sir, shouldn't I head to the crime scene?," John responded. "No John, head to the hotel, we have officers breaking down the crime scene as we speak, get to the hotel and question the suspect. It is better for you to start there, this whole situation can get messy quick."

John sighed, he headed back into his bedroom to change. He put on his black dress pants, belt, his white button down shirt, and grey tie. He put his badge on his belt, and then put his gun in his holster. He looked at himself in the mirror, then walked over. He leaned down and kissed Amanda on the forehead. "I will call you later, got to head into work."

 

[papillon24]

Camille Delaney sat on the bed in empty suite that resided next to the one her husband and her had been staying in at the Bellmont. They were supposed to be here for vacation. Time for them to connect. There was very little time for that for either of them with their schedules starting to get busy with each of them signed to different movies

She kept her arms wrapped tightly around her middle as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her. She could not remember anything from before she woke up and saw the blood. There was so much blood.

She managed to shake off the groggy feeling in her head as she called the front desk and to call the police for her. It did not take long for the security guard to show up and mover her to and empty room next door. Soon the police showed up and closed off the room. She could hear the reporters down on the street level trying to figure out what had happen.

Her husband Jensen and her had only been married about six months give or take. But she did love him dearly. They had been in the media's eye since they started dating back on the set of “Traitor's Refuge” where he had played her father. They two of them always had an instant connection.
The media was always commenting on the age difference of the two of them.

“21 year old Camille Delaney seen smooching much older Jensen Masters”

“Party Girl Camille Delaney Dating much older Jensen Masters”

Now he was gone, his blood now stained her dress. The same one the had worn to the club the night before for Usher's big new release party. The alcohol was flowing freely and she had her share. Jenson had not wanted to go. He never did. He always said it was not his scene but she should go and have fun. Not to waste her youth just because he was an old man. She would always smile and giggle before going off and getting ready.

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[Bill525]

John Lewis had finally arrived at the Belmont. The media and police presence was enough to let him know some thing serious would happen. As he pulled up to the front of the hotel, he was greeted by a few officers that were guarding the entrance to the hotel. "Evening, what do we have here?," John asked. One of the officers looked at him and shook his head, "Looks like a murder sir, can't be sure though." John felt his heart start to race, this definitely was not a good situation. This was an expensive hotel, and the way the captain sounded, this was going to be a messy case.

John headed into the hotel and found the officer in charge. He flashed his badge, "Where am I headed?" The officer looked at him, "fourteenth floor, your suspect is in room 1450." John got in the elevator, still wondering what his suspect was for. He knew, deep down inside it had to be a murder, I mean, why else would he be called in? As the elevator stopped, he stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway toward the room. There was an officer outside of the room, and they greeted each other.

"Detective, your suspect is in here. Her name is Camille Delaney, I am sure you have heard of her." John shook his head, who hadn't heard of Camille Delaney. She was a celebrity for sure, one who had quite the media following. Everything she did, good or bad was put in the news, and lately, more bad seemed to be written then anything. She married Jensen Masters, a much older celebrity. John wasn't one to judge, but he knew this had to be a bad situation. "Thank you officer," he said as he turned the knob to the door and walked into the suit.

"Miss Delaney, are you here?," he yelled out. He looked around the suit, thinking how nice of a room this was for a murder suspect. "Miss Delaney, I am Detective Lewis..... I am just here to talk to you."

 

[papillon24]

Footsteps sounded as they gently moved across the carpet. She had been left on her own for quite a while as the investigators worked in her suite. Camille took her time looking up from the spot on the floor she had been concentrating on. The sadness within her was close to consuming her and the spot on the floor gave her a good focal point so she didn't lose it completely. She wanted to cry and fall to the floor. What had happened last night?

"Miss Delaney, I am Detective Lewis..... I am just here to talk to you." she heard him call from the lounging quarters, just on the other side of the slightly cracked door.

She wiped at the tears that had rolled down her cheek, bringing a black smear of mascara with it. She looked for a moment and the mix of tears and leftover makeup that now stained her hand. She wiped the residue on the hem of her dress, it was ruined anyways with Jensen's blood.

“In here” Her voice was still as rich though the tears as ever. People had always said she had the voice of one of those old Hollywood actresses, rich like bourbon and honey.

“I'm sorry, detective, I'm such a mess. Do they know what happened to him yet?” She looked up as she gently wiped under he eye, cleaning up any other smudge that might still be there. She inhaled as she watched him enter the bedroom where she sat.

 

[Bill525]

John heard the voice telling him where she was. He followed the voice toward a room that a door slightly cracked. He sighed as he opened the door, seeing her sitting on the bed. Camille Delaney, sitting right in front of him. She wasn't what he expected, but who could blame her. She had blood on her dress, she had been crying, and she looked like she just went through hell. Actually, she probably did just go through hell.

As she looked up at John, he gave her a reassuring smile, "Miss Delaney, I am not sure what happened to him yet....... I am just here to get your side of the story." John tried to come across as concerned, he knew she was struggling. "Do you want me to get you a change of clothes?." he asked. He wanted to be polite, he always found that was the best way to start with a potential suspect or witness.

John walked closer, standing in front of her, "I can have an officer grab something out of your room next door, so you don't have to wear anything with blood on it." He looked down at the celebrity, in the photos and on television she seemed like a bad girl, a party animal that got what she wanted. However right now, she looked broken, it gave her a different image to John.

 

[papillon24]

Camille took a deep breath as he entered. There was something about his demeanor that reassured her that all was going to be well...or at least a bit better.

“Yes, clothes would be nice. You probably need what I'm wearing anyways.” She could feel the tears welling up again. The night had been blurry. And her head was still spinning at what she had awoken to in the morning.

“There are things in the closet next door, and My makeup box is on the bathroom counter if I could have that too. I would love the chance to was my face and refresh my make up. If I am to leave this place the press will be all over.” she hunched over at the thought of having to deal with that too on top of everything else.

She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye “I'm not sure how much I can tell you detective. I woke up and he was dead. I called security and tried to revive him.” she sighed. “He was alive when I got home.....I think.....” Tears started to roll from her eyes once again. If she would have just stayed at the hotel, non of this would have happened

 

[Bill525]

John listened to Camille's voice. She seemed broken up, that was the first thing he noticed. It didn't seem fake, it seemed real, a suspect wouldn't feel that way. Although, she was an actress, so he was unsure of how well she could hide it. He gave her a reassuring smile, "Not a problem Miss Delaney, we will get what you need."

John walked out of the room, to the front door. The officer stationed at the door looked at him as he opened it. "I need a change of clothes for Miss Delaney, grab something out of the closet next door, and also grab her make-up box, its in the bathroom." The officer nodded as John told him, "oh, and bring me an evidence bag for her dress.... we will need to get forensics to look at it."

The officer headed off, as John walked back to the room Camille was in. "I know this is tough, but I do have to ask some questions. Please don't be offended or hurt by them, they are just to get an idea of what you may know or may not know." John sat down across from her in a chair, he looked at her. She again looked the part of the heart broken wife. He knew it could be a game, but something about her made him believe her. He also felt his eyes looking her over, she looked much better then she did in all those pictures in the paper. Even though she had a bloody dress on.

"So, start with last night, what time did you leave the hotel room? Was Mr. Master's alone in the room when you left?" He looked at her as he took out a pad from his pants pocket. He liked to write notes of the answers, that way he could review the questioning.

 

[papillon24]

Camille watched as he sat down. His presence was strong. She took a moment to glance over his features. She found his looks to be comparable to one of those old school Hollywood actors. Very Marlon Brando-ish but still with a softer side. He could easily get into film if this cop thing did not work out. She watched him take out a pad of paper. How old school detective. Most of the detectives she had followed for one of her previous roles would use hand held recorders instead of taking notes shorthand. She found it charming.

“Well...” she started in. she tried to keep her composure. She had to figure out what happened. “I was ready to leave the hotel around 7pm I remember it was after we ordered room service. Jensen and I had a glass of wine together afterwards as we always do before I head out.” She felt a tear start down her cheek again as she remembered Jensen's smiling face at her as they sat on the couch talking about their upcoming parts.

He was due for a sequel to a previous action flick and she was booked for a romantic comedy based on one of Nicholas Sparks' new bes seller. This was the reason they were here in the city. One last vacation together before she headed to Savannah for filming and he headed overseas. It was going to be about five months till they got any time together again.

“I left around 7:30 and the limo picked me up. It was a last moment thing. Usher had his release party last night and I wanted to go have fun. Jensen always told me to go enjoy being young. I kinda wish I never went. We could have had more time together.” She shock of the situation started to set back in again and she stared blankly. She focused on the silver tie tack in the shape of a sailboat that was crooked. He must have had to leave quickly.

“i stayed at the party until around 4am. Or so I think. The alcohol was flowing freely as it always does at things like this, especially in the VIP room. Its also easier to deal with the fans with a little Grey Goose in your system. Anyways, I digress. Umm...” She took a breath as she tried to bring up the series of events. Things were starting to get unclear.

“I got home and didn't feel very well. My head was fuzzy. I remember something about Jensen waking up and yelling at me about being sloppy again. And then Laying down next to him. I don't remember anything else. When I woke up he was covered in blood. My head was pounding and foggy and I tried to get him to breath again while I waited for security. Thats all I know" She placed her head in her hands as the tears flowed freely.

 

[Bill525]

John sat there looking at Camille. He heard her begin to talk about what happened last night, his mind ready try and decipher what she had to say about the evening. As she talked about her last time with Mr. Jensen, he saw the tear, and he wanted to reassure her. "Please Miss Delaney, I am not trying to bring up bad memories, just need your side of things," he said softly.

He began to talk notes, mostly just the series of events and times that she told him. "So, Mr. Jensen was alone when you left?," he smiled at her comment about the alcohol flowing freely. "I can imagine with parties like that it can get crazy, now, not to put you on the defensive, but can anyone place you at the party until 4:00 am?" He continued to write, his mind wandering to how she may act when she is drunk. He saw the news clippings, about her wild side and her getting caught with men on camera.

He shook the thought out of his head, "So, he was still alive when you returned.... did you two argue?" He looked at her, he felt bad. Her dress was extremely sexy, and showed off her figure, but the blood stains on it showed the situation at hand. However, John felt his eyes glance at her body, he never expected to get the chance to look over Camille Delaney.

He saw her place her head in her hands, and he sighed. "Please Miss Delaney, try and relax..... I am not trying to push you...." he said reassuringly. Just then he heard a knock, and he got up. The officer was there with some clothes and the make-up box. He took them and headed back to the room.

"Here Miss Delaney, we can continue this after you clean up a bit," he walked over to her, setting the clothes and box next to her. His hand reaching to her shoulder, touching her gently. "Take your time."

 

[papillon24]

he sight of the familiar black makeup box and a fresh pair of clothing helped her calm herself from the exhaustion of the matter at hand. She felt his hand reach out and touch her shoulder gently. She reached back laying hers over his. “Thank you for your kindness.”

She stood from where she she had been sitting for quite some time. A metallic scent from the blood on her wafted up hitting her strongly in the nose. It was almost overwhelming, but she took a deep breath as she picked up the black box, the size of four large shoe boxes and the set of clothing. She wondered what they had brought over, but it did not matter now. She just wanted the scent of the blood at least off of her clothing.

She jetted into the nearby bathroom and opened the case. Her set of fasewash and makeup remover was there as well as a hairbrush. This was one part of her life that was organized and accounted for. One never knew when one would have to get up and leave for something. A photo shoot, a commercial. Maybe even a last minuet spot on a talk show. Camille had always kept this box stocked and ready to go. Jensen always teased her about it.


“Honey, you lose your ring, but you can always find your eyeliner.....thats my girl.” and then he would chuckle to himself.

Quickly she washed her face with the wash, taking off the rest of the signs of the party from her face. She quickly did her foundation and a little powder. With that she changed, stripping from her strapless teal dress that had gotten her so much attention a the club.

She help up what the officers had brought her. A simple pair of acid washed skinny jeans, a camisole tank top , at least it was her favorite green one, and her favorite zip up hoodie with a wonder woman logo froma little independent vendor on rodeo drive. Quickly she slipped into the clean clothes. The smell of fresh laundry was still on them.

One more look in the mirror to apply some neutral eye shadow and a thin line of eyeliner and a bit of mascara. Colored lip balm was next. She straightened herself out. It was much more down to earth looking than the outfit that was not laying on the floor. More girl next door compared to party girl of the century.

With a final brush of her hair, she pulled it back into a bun and stepped back out of the bathroom feeling a bit more normal.

"thank you for that Detective."

 

[Bill525]

John felt her touch on his hand, and he couldn't help but feel how soft her skin was. As she rushed off to the bathroom he went back and sat in his chair. He pulled his notebook out and re-read the notes, circling some information he wanted clarified or thought needed to be touched on. He knew Camille from the news and gossip magazines that his wife read. It seemed that Camille was always a headline, no matter if it was her latest role, her latest party girl situation, or her getting together with an older man.

John smiled to himself, he wondered how many guys in the world would love to be pent up in a hotel room with her. He shook his head, "Not in this situation," he muttered to himself. Camille was definitely a sex symbol, one that almost begged for attention. His wife didn't like her, always thought she was fake. That was Amanda though, one to judge before getting to know someone.

As the bathroom door opened he saw Camille walk out, she looked good. A girl next door type look, but one that she wore well. He smiled at her, "No problem Miss Delaney, please, take a seat." He grinned as he sat back up in the chair. "I hate to do this, but I do have a few more questions..... I know this is tough on you." John watched as she walked back in the room, his eyes again eyeing her up and down. His first thought was to read her body language, see if anything changed. However, as he looked at her, he felt himself being distracted by her natural beauty.

 

[papillon24]

She sighed a bit as she took a seat back on the edge of the bed, before pushing herself back a bit and drawing her knees up against her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Even in the almost empty room, she felt exposed. As if eyes were watching her.

Out there in the world, the eyes were on her. At least there she know they were. Cameras always were flashing, and then the tweets would go out. Then the tabloids would have a new headline. But in here with just him, she felt as if something were hiding. Like it was going to jump out at any moment. Her nerves were on edge and she could not hold on much longer.

Jensen had been her rock. Supportive of everything she did. He was the calm after the parties and the storm of the paparazzi. She could just be Cam. No Camille Delaney the party girl. Just a girl, in love with the man she married.

“I understand, you are just doing your job.” she took another deep breath in and out to try to keep her composure. “I left my dress on the floor in there. Once it was off I could not bring myself to touch it again. I really do hope that is ok.”

she stopped to look him in the eye. Her lashes drooped with sadness. “ I hate to ask this” her voice shook a little. “Would

 

[Bill525]

John saw her, she did look scared. He took note of that, most criminals don't look scared. He wrote a quick note as she sat there. He moved to the edge of his seat as he listened to her. "Thank you Miss Delaney, I know this is a tough situation, but I am just doing my job."

He heard her comment about the dress, "Yes, that is fine, I actually have to bag it for evidence anyway....... I can get it later." He looked at her, seeing her seem to take a deep breath to compose herself.

"Hate to ask what Miss Delaney?," he asked confused. He wanted to get on with his questions, but she did a good job of almost taking his mind off of the questions, "Would I what?," he responded, looking at her a little confused.

 

[papillon24]

Camile shifted at his response. She leaned slightly forward tucking her perfectly polished toes underneath her.

“I know its a weird request. I'm used to the public having it's eyes on me. I know they are watching. But being one on one with someone...” She too a breath trying to string her words together in a coherent way. “...well, its a little nerve raking.” she fidgeted with a string coming loose from her sweatshirt.

“I'm sorry I should not have asked. You are just doing your job. What else can I try to answer for you?” she bit the corner of her lip as she felt the tears begin to form. she was determinded not to cry anymore. she had to be strong. for Jensen, for his family. Oh go his family. she would have to call his ex wife and his daghter who had just turned 18 and moved out on her own. They already hated her. but this was going to take the cake.

"I need to call his family." She exclaimed almost jumping out of her skin. "My phone is still in the room."

 

[Bill525]

John looked at her, seeing her nervous around him. He wanted to take note of this as well, but her fidgeting made him forget. He saw her starting to look like she was going to cry again. He started to stand up, really wanting to get through these questions.

As he was about to ask, he heard her exclaim about Jensen's family. She seemed nervous, and John got up and walked over to her. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her, "Miss Delaney.... his family has been contacted..... we handled that for you....." he said, trying to calm her, he knew she wouldn't like that she wasn't the one to tell them. "We thought it would be better for you to separate yourself from this...... get the information we need....."

John couldn't believe he had his arm around Camille Delaney, he looked over at her, his mind forgetting about the questions he wanted to ask her.

 

[papillon24]

Camille breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his ex wife Natasha and his Daughter Annabelle had been contacted. They probably thought that she was the one responsible for the death of Jensen. It wasn't her,....Was it? All she could remember was laying down next to him and him being alive when she did so. She loved him. And she would remember doing something like that...Wouldn't she?

His arm felt so warm as he sat next to her and put it around her. The faint smell of soap and shaving cream clung to him. She sighed a breath of relief as she leaned into him. The first time since her glass of wine with Jensen earlier she had felt somewhat safe, and not life the whole world was falling apart. Her world. It was strange how a single touch could change everything.

“Thank you detective. For having them take care of that. His other family hates me..” She could start to feel her body relax. She was not sure if it was actual relaxation of just the exhaustion of the ordeal. He eye lids closed halfway ash she concentrated on the heartbeat of the man sitting next to her as it lulled her into further comfort. “You had more questions, I think I can get through them now.”

 

[Bill525]

John felt her relax under his arm. He kept his arm around her shoulder as she leaned into him. He listened to her voice, she began to relax. He began to think she was innocent, no guilty person would be so broken up about something like that.

He shook the thought out of his head, he had to stay neutral. He couldn't come to these conclusions without investigating. "Well, it is not a problem, we know it is tough on you...... so we wanted to handle that part of this ordeal," he said about letting the family know. "We also know this could be a press disaster, so we are trying to keep it as quiet as possible for right now."

Camille leaned in closer to him, and he grinned a bit, "Are you sure you are okay to answer the questions?" He took a deep breath, wanting to grab the pad, but instead he kept his arm around her. "Well, so you went to the party, leaving Mr. Master's here alone. You did not get back from the party until 4:00 am, correct?" He took a deep breath, "Did someone drive you home from the party? Did they walk you to the door?" He looked at Camille, and then smiled, "Just want to rule out the idea of someone sneaking in when you were in your state last night, I know what alcohol can do to your instincts."

 

[papillon24]

Camille took a moment to think. How had she gotten home last night?

“Yes, it was around 4:00am. I remember that because there is a big clock in the lobby and it chimes on the hour. It chimed 4 times as I was walking in the front door.” She leaned her head on his shoulder as she though about the rest of the night. Pieces were coming together. Small ones. Maybe she would eventually remember the rest of it, given time. It was like a giant puzzle she was having to put together with only a few middle bit and not edge pieces to guide her though the process.

“I don't think anyone gave me a ride. Jensen always has....had a limo waiting. Here in the city we always hire Solomon. He works for uptown Limos on the west side. He is this really sweet Nigerian man. He brought his whole family here over the course of twenty years. I really respect that. I always try to tip him a grand every night to help him out. And plus, he puts up with me and my crazy as well as Jensen did” as she thought about how Jensen always took care of her, a tear rolled from her eye. That man always was watching out for her, even when the media was trying to break her down.

“Honesty, I don't really remember drinking as much last night as I usually do. I was not even going to stay that long. Just an appearance for the press. Maybe an endorsement would come out of it. They usually do.

 

[Bill525]

John wanted to take out his pad, he had to remember the name Solomon from uptown Limos. That is someone he would have to talk to. He spoke gently, knowing Camille was starting to get broken up a bit, "Its okay, you are doing great...... just a few more questions for you."

His arm still around her, she was leaning into him. Why was he holding her? He never did this for any other suspect. Did he feel bad for her? He shook those thoughts out of her head, "Okay so you got home, and you said Mr. Masters was mad that you were sloppy? Did he often get mad when you came home drunk? Is this something that happened because he wasn't sure what you do when you go out and get like that?" He knew those were tough questions, and didnt want to set her off.

His hand rubbed her shoulder a bit, hoping it would help her relax and not take the questions personally. He was just trying to do his job.

 

[papillon24]

“Yes, I got home.” she started again. “He usually did not say anything about my partying. Last night he said something, but I cant remember what. Things were really fuzzy when I got back to the room. I dont remember having that much to warrant me being that out of it.”

“He usually was very supportive of me going out and having fun. He would always say 'Cam, don't stop your life for an old ma like me. I love you.' “ she sighed. The press was going to have a hay day with this. The tabloids would be worse than every. They already called her a gold digger. She didn't need his money, though. She made her own and had since she had been a child star.

 

[Bill525]

John listened to Camille, trying to get a feeling about what happened. He listened to her side, and he sighed. "So, you were fuzzy and don't remember everything that happened once you got home. All you know is he normally supported you, but this time seemed angry when you got home?" He was just trying to clarify what she was saying.

He sighed, "Here is the tough question, did you have anything to do with what happened to Mr. Master's? If not, did he have any enemies that may have wanted him hurt or dead?" John knew this was the big question, and the way she answered would tell him a lot. He still had his arm around her, and as he waited for her answer, he looked over at her. She was dressed conservatively, and not in the sexy dress from earlier. However, she had that girl next door look.

John felt his mind wander, any guy in the world would love for a girl like Camille Delaney to be the girl next door, but she seemed to pull the look off better then most. Although she wasn't dressed in anything provocative, she still looked incredibly sexy in it.

 

[papillon24]

She was shocked that someone could even think that she was capable of doing anything to hurt Jensen. Yes she had a wild side. Yes she got mad, just like everyone else in the world. But murder was not even a small piece of her. Even in a blank rage, she would not be capable of it.

“I would never.” she pulled back as the shock of the idea went though her mind. Or at least she did not think she was capable of it. “I loved him more than anything. He was my rock...you would not harm your rock, would you” she thought about it for a moment. “Detective, Are you married?” She raised an eyebrow at him staring him down, defensively.

 

[Bill525]

John saw her reaction. His arm that was around her fell off as she pulled away. He saw how defensive she got, and he made a mental not to write that in his note pad. That reaction was something to remember. He watched her as she talked about how she could never hurt Jensen.

"Am I married?," he asked. "Why yes, I am married Miss Delaney...... and I understand what you are saying.... like I said.... I had to ask." He looked at her, as he stood from the edge of the bed. It wasn't that he was nervous, but he did not feel like he was needed to comfort her anymore.

As he stood, he took his pad out, making sure to write down the information he got out of their conversation. The drivers name, some of her reactions, he wrote quickly before putting the pad away. He looked down at Camille Delaney, his eyes again searching her incredibly attractive face.

 

[papillon24]

The air felt lonely now that he had moved away from her. He stood and began to take his notes again. The idea of the pad of paper intrigued her curiosity.

“Detective. I'm sorry I snapped.” she had never been one to be defensive or mean. “Its been a long day. But can I ask you something now. It only seem fair since you have been asking me questions tis whole time.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and rested her hands on her knees.

“I played a detective in one of my films. It was a romantic drama, Southern Edge. Well...I shadowed a detective down there. A few of them actually. All of them used recorders to take statements. They said it was so that they couldd record, not only the conversation, but the tone of the conversation. You use a pen and pad. Why is that?”

 

[Bill525]

John heard her apology, and he smiled slightly. "Miss Delaney, no need to apologize, I understand you are under a lot of stress." He shook his head as she wanted to ask him a question, he again, was begin distracted from his job. "Sure, go ahead."

He heard her question and he smiled, "Why a pad an paper?," he asked. "It is quite simple Miss Delaney, I don't need to keep track of the tone of the conversation, I am here right now listening to you." He gave her a look, then continued, "pad and paper lets me write down what I think is important in my own words. That way a witness or suspects voice does not sway my thinking."

He sighed as he felt like he was telling her too much, "A lot of detectives use the recorder because they are lazy, its easier for them. This takes a bit more time, more thinking...... this way I make sure I do not miss anything."