#grimm.task01

[harrietredding]

THE INTERVIEW — GRIMM TASK 001

“Was this really necessary?” Harriet hissed at the male detective who had collected her at her work given her reluctance to come down to the station. She was the mourning aunt and the concept that some may have believed she or Chad had anything to do with this was outright idiotic. There was no motive for them to have done anything, but with a few questions of her own — she followed the detective downtown. What she wanted to know was how someone had gotten away with the murder of a fiery red head without any witnesses. While her niece may have been a number of things, she wasn’t someone to do something she didn’t want to. Madison would have fought with everything she had and while the list of potential suspects may have been long — she had a few ideas of her own. 

“I’d like some coffee before we start,” Harriet told the male detective as she folded her arms across of her chest. “As well as some water.” Forest hues peered at the male as he rose from his seat and left the room. The click of the door resounded through the room and while she was aware that there may have been some individuals on the other side of the mirrored window, she still reached for her phone to shoot a text to Chad.

                 If the police ask to speak to you, i want to be present.... IM MESSAGE delivered at 2:30 PM

With her phone still in hand, she shot a few emails and instructions to her staff during her absence, leaving the device at her side in fear of missing an emergency at the Grimm Chronicles. “I hope it’s okay if I leave my phone here. You’ve caught me in the middle of a busy day and without any forewarning, I couldn’t provide my staff adequate support. But as you’ve mentioned, I should think of this as a friendly check in, correct?” What a load of fucking bullshit. Men, nothing she hated more in this world was when men underestimated her intelligence. The fact he believed that she wasn’t a suspect was practically insulting. Frankly, it was enough to want to reach over and slap him. However, with a face such as his, she felt that his life was hard enough as it was. Truly a face only a mother could love. 

“Let’s get started, Harriet. Please state your name and your relationship with Madison Redding.”

Harriet peered at him for a moment as if he’d fallen and knocked the stupid out of him. His chubby fingers danced towards the recording machine at his left to indicate that while he knew of their relationship — it still needed to be stated for the video recording. Green hues rolled and a sight slipped past her lips as she readjusted her position on her seat. She could already imagine a group of swollen faced men analyzing this video, commenting about her shift when the question was asked. Stupidly, they’d assumed it was because of some kind of guilt or the fact that she was uncomfortable with the question. All based on how stupid she found the Detective before her and the Sheriff whom she suspected was responsible for her nieces murder. “Madison Redding. I am Madison’s aunt and was her caregiver from the age of sixteen years old and onwards. Her mother left and father died, so both herself and brother lived with me from that moment on.” She stated calmly as she peering over the male who had been writing notes down.  Manicured nails drummed upon the surface of the metal table as she awaited for his next question to slip past his lips. 

“Where were you on the night of February 28th and of March 5th.” 

Now she had to roll her eyes. “I surely hope you’ve found better questions than these to ask the suspects you drag into this hole. How is someone meant to know where they were three weeks ago.” She groaned slightly. While she wasn’t foolish in believing the task was an easy one given the amount of people that had been splayed out on Madison’s blog. The whole fucking town had a reason to kill her niece, but this all seemed a little too meek. “I was at my office both nights,” Harriet said without searching too far through her mind. She’d been at her office most nights for the past twenty years. Workaholic was a kind definition when it came to Harriet Redding, which was why they’d be hard pressed to find an alibi for her. No one, not even the janitor, could be found in the office during those hours. Thankfully, she knew that there were cameras who would be able to corroborate her story. At least, she hoped so given how she felt no use in returning to those nights in detail. “Are you not going to give me a time period or you’re just asking me in general?” She asked on a scoff. “You must have a timeline for the events you believed happened to my niece, is that not right?” Dark hues peered slightly as she inched forward to look at the male in the face. “Look, I don’t believe your department, much less your sheriff, knows what the hell an investigation looks like even if it slapped them in the face. Therefore, I’m a little irritated that these are the questions you choose to ask me and those who’re suspected of her murder. In fact, I’m confused as to how this was allowed to happen in the first place? A girl goes missing for this long and no one sees anything? Are you even looking into the Alibi’s of those people that were plastered all over her website? There were numerous rumours and confessions on there — but no, here you are waisting your time with me.” Her head shook and a small sigh of frustration parted her lips. Lifting the vile coffee to her mouth, she took a sip. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Ma’am — we are doing our best. When was the last time you saw or spoke to your niece?”

A snort slipped past her lips at the assurance that they were doing everything. Bullshit. This wasn’t a mere accident where a girl slipped through ice and drowned. Someone in their vicinity had cut her niece piece by piece. How could she feel confident that the police of grimmbook could manage this when they couldn’t seem to find their own foot up their asses. “Tell me, Detective — what will it take to get someone with experience here to take over the case? Another body, maybe even two? I’m hopeful that you see you’re all in over your heads, correct? Especially that of your idiotic sheriff of yours.” Though she talked down the male’s boss, Harriet couldn’t find an ounce of care. For as long as Brandon remained at the helm of her niece’s investigation, she held little hope of it ever being remedied. Therefore, she’d vowed the night of her niece’s murder that she would find her murderer on her own. Even if it meant tearing down the entire police department to do so. “I spoke to my niece the night that she went missing. We had a fight when I tried to take the laptop you took from her room. She stormed off and it’s the last time I saw her” The woman snapped back at him with a pointed gaze. “Speaking of which, since you haven’t been finding much use of the device evidently. I would like to have it back, including the hard drives as they were. After all, they belong to me given that my credit card was used to buy it.” The woman clipped as she folded her arms to look over at him. 

“Are these all the famous question you need to ask me?” She spat out as mossy hues flicked over his being. “If so, I have some questions for you.” Pulling a list from her pocket, she slid it towards the detective without so much as a word. It was a list of whom she believed could be suspected and at the top of the list, circled in a red marker was: Brandon Wolfe. “I want to know if you’re looking into your own department and whether each member has been interrogated as I have?” She questioned. 

Brandon Wolfe

Casper Du Pont

Caleb Myers

Dominic Hall

Carrie Pope

Madelaine Sloan

Alec Glothieb

Anastasia Cameron

Ella Gertrude

Gus Ashton

Harrison Iraklidis

Dark hues remained on the list as the male looked it over. “It’s a jumping off point,” she murmured as the red head shrugged her jacket on and began to rose. “Now, the next time that you come to my office and demand that I come to the precinct — it better be because you have information and suspects for me or I better be under arrest. Now, if you’d excuse me. I have work to do.  —Please give Sheriff Wolfe my regards.” 

[violentgallows]

TASK 1 - THE INTERVIEW

Nothing could have prepared Danielle for the return to the station, albeit this time without the nifty cuffs around her wrists and scowls through in her direction. This time there is a sense of coldness in the air, as if they don’t know what to think about her yet before sitting her down on one end of the table while the Detective took the other. A moment of silence. Another. He cleared his throat. She looked away. And neither knew where this was going to end.

“What was your relationship with Madison Redding?”

Danielle shrugged. “I didn’t have one.” Not enough of one to consider a real reason for being called down there, questioned about the other girl’s death that would have given her nightmares if she had been the one to find the body. It made her stomach twist at the mere thought even as he jutted out her chin with a quick glance at the Detective. “She had a blog that everyone knew about and would come by the club occasionally but that was about it,” she replied truthfully, about as much as she could handle without opening up more about what she was keeping to herself. Small truths, better than white lies, would keep her from the handcuffs again as her skin itched around her wrists as if they could feel the phantom weight there.

“Where you on the night of February 28th and March 5th?”

“Working.” Her gaze shifted back away from the other, flickering to the two way glass that was sure to have another person back there watching her every move and analyzing her answers whether she could tell or not. Isn’t this what they did the last time? They separated her from her brothers and expected one of them to break on the others and she hadn’t. She had been better at lying then though. “You can check my work schedule,” she added, though there was most likely someone in the station that would have been there on one of those nights when most frequented the club whether they liked to admit it or not.

“When was the last time you saw or spoke to Madison?”

Breathing out, Danielle’s typically gaunt cheeks puffed out for a moment before she stared back at the Detective with a momentary pause to her words because it wasn’t easy to say that she spent too much of her time out trying to avoid Madison. “I don’t remember.” Every time that she thought that she’d seen the splash of red hair in the club left Danielle looking for the back exit, seeking to escape rather than be confronted with whatever she discovered about Danielle or her brothers. “I’m sorry, but I don’t..” But it didn’t look as if he fully believed her, keeping an eye on watching every little move that she made from the the itch on her skin to the way she could barely sit still in the seat. But that was all that Danielle was saying to any one of the cops. Now or ever.