The Jailed Detective- A lead
May. 24th, 2011 04:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wearingagunThis case was proving to be a pain in the ass. Beckett was working to stay objective. It seemed the rest of the cops involved were just happy to have a viable suspect behind bars but she knew that one way or the other, this case needed more. A witness statement and a profile weren't enough for the prosecutor. Even the fact that Sherlock knew the weapon didn't damn him entirely. Beckett knew she either needed a lot more to get a conviction or a lot more to free an innocent man.
She did what she did best. She buried herself in the case. It was mostly leg work, there wasn't enough yet to piece together, although her murder board was getting crowded. They'd served the search warrant and hadn't found anything of use in Sherlock's apartment, but Beckett delighted in seeing the detective's own process with his version of a board. She kind of liked that she wasn't the only one who meticulously laid out all the evidence so she could see it as one whole picture. There was other information, old cases Sherlock had worked on. It took Beckett a couple days before she had something. Something she wasn't quite sure what to do with, but something. A connection.
Beth Ely and Sandra Gray had both done drops for a small time dealer named Jeff Trulove. Lover, as he was known as on the streets an in the clubs. It was a name that stood out and once she'd made the connection between the girls, she went back to the files from Sherlock's. One abandoned case. One name. One lead in an otherwise frustrating case.
She walked into the interrogation room with a file and a tablet. Sitting down, she looked at Sherlock evenly, noting how awful the jail attire was and how he still carried himself with dignity in the awful clothes.
"What can you tell me about Jeff Trulove?" she asked, seeing no reason to be anything but direct. She pulled out the dealer's mug shot so Sherlock could see who she was talking about.
She did what she did best. She buried herself in the case. It was mostly leg work, there wasn't enough yet to piece together, although her murder board was getting crowded. They'd served the search warrant and hadn't found anything of use in Sherlock's apartment, but Beckett delighted in seeing the detective's own process with his version of a board. She kind of liked that she wasn't the only one who meticulously laid out all the evidence so she could see it as one whole picture. There was other information, old cases Sherlock had worked on. It took Beckett a couple days before she had something. Something she wasn't quite sure what to do with, but something. A connection.
Beth Ely and Sandra Gray had both done drops for a small time dealer named Jeff Trulove. Lover, as he was known as on the streets an in the clubs. It was a name that stood out and once she'd made the connection between the girls, she went back to the files from Sherlock's. One abandoned case. One name. One lead in an otherwise frustrating case.
She walked into the interrogation room with a file and a tablet. Sitting down, she looked at Sherlock evenly, noting how awful the jail attire was and how he still carried himself with dignity in the awful clothes.
"What can you tell me about Jeff Trulove?" she asked, seeing no reason to be anything but direct. She pulled out the dealer's mug shot so Sherlock could see who she was talking about.
