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Post by Cross on May 22, 2022 17:03:13 GMT -8
Cole thought it over and took a long drag of his cigarette as the big guy thought about it and said he couldn't talk. Fair enough. Maybe he'd seen the TikTok about Shut The Fuck Up Friday. That was fine.
"All right, fair enough. Let's get you cleaned up and those wounds treated."
He flicked the cigarette to the pavement and gently squished it before producing his handcuffs with a sigh, like he didn't really want to.
"Bosko Kovac, you are under arrest. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"
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Post by Bosko on May 26, 2022 15:00:56 GMT -8
Bosko did not resist. Bosko complied with the directions, nodding once asked if he understood.
Perhaps it was the soreness he felt physically, or maybe it was his acting on behalf of another and not himself, but he was not as... Bothered... By his scenario as he might have been on another day. Rather he was simply tired.
And he was contemplating who to call.
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Post by The Wyrd on May 26, 2022 21:49:31 GMT -8
Bosko was placed in the back of the Sergeant's supervisor squad car, with the jumpy-looking female driving them back toward a cop shop in North Las Vegas. It was almost peaceful, listening to the occasional radio chatter about strange activity occurring in Whitney. A gun fight. A murder witnessed as someone got shoved off some roof in front of a witness. It was a shit-show out there, and the Elemental was pretty sure Imbolc was involved.
Nothing he could do now. They stopped on the way at an urgent care center, a doctor looking him over and offering him some stitches, antibiotics and a Tylenol 3 to take the edge of the pain. He'd been beaten to shit and had a nasty knife cut, after all. The doc was stern with the sergeant, making it clear that he was to be observed overnight, not interrogated over whatever the hell he was under arrest for. If he was okay in the morning, then it would be fine to ask their questions.
The sergeant smiled and assured the doctor he would comply.
It was about an hour later that Bosko found himself in the holding cell closest to the desks. His equipment and bloody clothes were taken and he was provided an orange jumpsuit courtesy of Clark County. The jumpy-looking female cop handed him bedding and a thin-looking pillow. Some food, some water - all told, the care wasn't great, but it wasn't bad, either. Once he was settled in, she handed him a cordless phone.
"You've got a right to a phone call, Mr. Kovacs. Call me when you're done, all right?"
She stepped away to give him some privacy. He noticed there was a camera watching the holding cell, but it didn't look like one that would have audio.
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Post by Bosko on May 31, 2022 10:28:58 GMT -8
Bosko had a short list of people he could depend on. But that was the last thing on his mind- he was... Fine. If worst came to worst, he would be able to escape from this place easily (or, so he thought). What mattered most right now was ensuring his friend's safety. Normally he would perhaps call on Autumn, but this had been a joint venture- sparked by Dan. And Bosko was fairly certain no one else had been made aware of what had gone on tonight. Would they be listening in? He had no idea. Better safe than sorry, though. He'd have to speak carefully. As for who to talk to... That list was even shorter. But there were some people Bosko could trust. Well, 'trust.' He looked at the phone, weighing the options.
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Post by Bosko on May 31, 2022 14:44:10 GMT -8
It had been a fairly short call before an abrupt end. Bosko had put the phone away, taking a moment to process, thinking that he perhaps should have gone with calling the mobster.
"fffffffuck." A large sigh- he was tired, and just wanted to lay down. He'd figure things out later. Worst came to worst, he made a portal at the nearest opportunity. Actually...
...Worst came to worst he'd go on a rampage and probably get himself killed. Best NOT to do that.
"Well. The call is over." Now to wait. Again.
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Post by The Wyrd on May 31, 2022 14:58:52 GMT -8
The police officer blinked and accepted the phone back.
"Should we expect counsel, call for a public defender to represent you, or do you wish to speak to us without counsel?"
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Post by Bosko on May 31, 2022 15:02:22 GMT -8
"Can I get a rain check on answering that? I do not rightly know myself. I am just tired..." He rubbed an eye, giving a dry chuckle.
"It will likely be a public defender, but I cannot say for certain. My apologies." Unless some miracle happened and someone from the other courts were made aware.
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Post by Bosko on Jun 1, 2022 9:34:00 GMT -8
Alright... not many options here. He could...
...Yeah no, escaping probably wasn't a good idea. That was the last resort. And relying on the spring bimbo was an unreliable avenue. Okay.
"Hey... First call went. Well, it went poorly. I can give you a straight answer with another phone call- promise." He could promise that. Just had to dig through the old metal memory bank for the other numbers... Who to call on amongst his court...
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 1, 2022 20:28:23 GMT -8
The woman offered Bosko a sympathetic smile, but the energy the other seemed to radiate reminded her of one too many mistakes made in the past. She had a herniated disk from that whole debacle.
"It's very late Mr. Kovac. I think it's best for you to sleep on it and discuss it with the PD tomorrow."
She didn't stick around long enough to argue, slipping away to leave the Elemental to reset from the beating he had received.
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Post by Bosko on Jun 2, 2022 10:39:01 GMT -8
Bosko nods, mumbling a thanks, and lays down on the bed.
.....He wouldn't be able to answer any of the questions they asked, more than likely. Literally wouldn't. And if they prodded too deep... This might end up a mess of work for Winter, if it went poorly. He wagered that it would go better than attempting a hedge-dive by himself though.
So, tired, Bosko lay down on the bed and tried to get some sleep.
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 12, 2022 15:42:54 GMT -8
Bosko was eating dinner while meeting with the Public Defender. The woman identified as Pura Surrano was reading the file as she entered, greeting him and being careful with the time due to the inevitable backlog of appointments the State was paying her to best attend to. As the Elemental ate his fill, she explained that he didn't have to answer anything he didn't want to answer. As the file was fresh, she waited for the other to offer any more information that she could provide help with.
Bosko was sat down in a small room with his cuffs removed, with four chairs arranged in a square. Surrano sat next to Bosko after greeting the officers, who had changed over since the evening prior. The one who took off the cuffs — Detective Yazzie — looked to be in his early 30s and on the paler side with a fresh fade haircut. The distinct Diné pattern of his tattoos were exposed from the rolled cuffs of his suit jacket, and unlike his peer he had not offered up a first name. Officer Alexander Saffo was younger and had black curly hair and some five o'clock shadow appearing around his jaw. He clearly liked the outdoors from the condition of his olive complexion and athletic build. The cocky smirk was more than a little annoying, or the fact that he barely blinked as he stared at Bosko.
"Man, that's a fast turn around if I've ever seen one," Saffo whistled, as he nodded to the Public Defender. "All right Mr. Kovacks, we wanna ask you some questions..."
Alex read off Bosko's Miranda Rights just in case he had not been given them at the crime scene, and more importantly for the record. He confirmed Bosko's True Name and Birth Date.
"That correct? Okay. The last time that you had a job, where did you work?" he paused to let the other answer. "And in the last twenty four hours, do you take any medication or have been on any medication?"
Yazzie simply watched, expression neutral.
"So what's your relationship with Daniel Miller? How did you two meet?"
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Post by Bosko on Jun 16, 2022 15:01:21 GMT -8
Bosko was compliant, nodding along and listening to the public defender. It was a good way to steel (hah) his nerves, that he did not have to answer everything. He felt even better when he was uncuffed, and the chairs laid out. Three people- he could easily handle all of them if things went bad.
The metal man did not think much of those interviewing him. In fact, he would prefer to never think about them ever again after this. Snoopy people would end up dead when the fair folk got involved- or worse, end up as kin.
So he nodded along as the first question was asked. Easy enough.
"Eh, the past is rather vague- I believe I did some deconstruction work as I recall? Under the table, cash, small crew. Manager was a bastard, but it kept me afloat... Left as soon as I could afford it, then drifted for a while. I can't give you specifics there, I have... Forgotten much of that time. Not really sure where I ended up after. Just trying to find my way." No lies. Just very murky truths- but if he didn't say anything, he figured they'd just get more suspicious.
"Medication... Eh, coffee and some painkillers in preparation for a bad headache after a long night of work. Shelf stuff, Tylenol." He was glad his Goblin Fruit stores had gone so low- he did not wish to know what a screening of that would yield.
And finally, Daniel.... "He is a customer to my food truck from time to time- that is how we met. I like to eat with customers when there is a lull in the work, offer new recipes, just talk. We are friends in that regard- and he knows good food." A jolly chuckle to hide the faint engine rumble in his gut. He still had a craving left over from the incident with the double- the meal provided hadn't stopped it, which was only slightly concerning.
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 19, 2022 22:03:15 GMT -8
"You find you have gaps in your memory?" Yazzie asked as he checked some paperwork in a folder.
"You guys must be able to recommend some good spots, then," Saffo continued with an earnest grin. "Can you go over how you two met up, and what happened that night?"
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Post by Bosko on Jun 22, 2022 12:52:58 GMT -8
"ehh, gaps... That is not the right word. It is blurry- akin to ah.... A dream? It was a rough patch in my life. I try not to dwell on the past- it should stay there." A shrug.
Then to the second individual. he ignored the potential question regarding good spots, and paused for a moment before answering on the topic of meeting up.
"I had finished my shift, and was driving my truck around. I remember him discussing an event nearby, and decided to check on him- make sure he was being safe. I had spare food anyways, and it is often that I pass it out to night workers- it was on my route." Not a lie, as many night workers could attest. "We talked- he wanted to speak with someone. I did not pry- it seemed a private matter. But I support my friends. We ended up at the club, where the... Event... occurred. I did not expect an altercation, or for him to get hurt... Is he okay?" Bosko was genuinely concerned.
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Post by Krakenbox on Aug 23, 2022 12:58:43 GMT -8
The interrogation continues as the police get a general profile. Bosko remains vague, closing up as Detective Yazzie picks up on the subterfuge and asks for details on the 'private matter'. Both exchange a pointed look, remaining stone faced before moving on. Officer Saffo chatters about the odd footage from the bar: Bosko hovering around the employee exit, waving off the Bouncer, before both ran inside at the start of the commotion. Bosko had appeared to hover over the stabbing, before his friend broke from the encounter to do something...odd...to a mortal, which the twin attacked him again and threw him away from the bar patron he was holding. Bosko had then threw himself into the fray and received a defensive wound himself as the twin had swiped with the blade, before they started wrestling and the twin fled with Bosko in pursuit.
Saffo offered some unwelcome advice on what 'escalation' is, before the two seemed satisfied with whatever motive they had decided on. A few questions about Bosko's business had drawn the Elemental's attention to his impounded Touchstone, to which Saffo said he would have it returned once the investigation had concluded and it was no longer needed as evidence. Detective Yazzie didn't provide details on Croupier's condition, other than he was being looked after and Bosko had likely saved his life.
Having survived the evening without anything explosive, the Elemental was free to go, however he had a distinct feeling he was being carefully considered.
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