Declan did feel bad, though felt it was still necessary. Just as he did not wish to approach Ted without the weapon as a leg to stand upon, he knew that Rachel would not have incriminated her man without lights shone on the right spots, and he could not have done that without Mads. So, again, while he felt bad that his friend was a bit weirded out at the moment, he still felt good about the whole thing in general. He also noted the uncertainty of the man, as far as why he might be useful on this next part.
“Actually, me mucker, you’d be of a bit more use than you’d think. Ted’s gonna know me for a cop, and if he is the guilty party we think he is, and let’s face it, pretty fair sure we both share that particular page, whether you saw him or not, his noggin’ll be too wired up figuring out how to get away than to wonder who you might be, and that’s the handy part. We come at him with what killed her, he sees me badge, and there’s you, he’ll just assume you’re someone, yeah? Someone who knows. Someone who can help nail the coffin shut. So, just you standing there will be a boon to all of this. Play whatever part you wish.” As the car came to a stop light, Declan pulled out his phone, bringing up Google Maps, using his thumb to request directions to Dublin, making sure to select the ‘CA’ option, otherwise they would be given a long, strange trip indeed. Once Siri, or was it Alexa, or whoever gave the first bit of vocal directions, he brought up the phone keypad, dialing in the number, the phone then tucked in his earpiece as the light turned green, the car rolled forward.
“Yeah, Evie, I need a current addy on Ted Rainey. Try Theodore or Edward too. If there’s anything else in the database on known affiliates or what have you, give me that too.” Declan paused a moment, listening to the other end. “No idea if he’s in the system, no. But if he has a temper like I’m thinking, he should have a prior domestic or two…what? No, Rainey. R-a-i-n-e-y. Not that…yeah. A director, in’t he? Oh, right, his brother. Sam. Spiderman. Right.” Declan chuckled, glancing down at the screen to make sure he’s on the right route. Declan paused a bit more, listening, then nodded as he thumbed in the given address. “Got it, thanks.” Declan hit disconnect then sat the phone on his lap, exhaling a long sigh.
“It’s him right enough.” He said, glancing aside to Mads. “Four priors for domestic battery, and lead suspect in a case gone cold. Care to take a guess what the case is about?” he asked, mostly rhetorically, his fingers tightened on the wheel, the knuckles nearly white, then relaxed. “Yeah. Another murdered woman. Chalked up eventually to a break-in gone bad. The lead liked him for it, but, no proof, no evidence, nothing.” He shook his head as he glanced down to his screen, the car shifted into the far lane to make a left. “Bastard’s done it before. Maybe that’s why he went silent on this one. Even a complete eedjit knows a pattern can be spotted.”
Declan rode in silence for a few moments, watching but not watching the city rolling by outside of the window, focused on the route. “I wish that answer was no. I wish it were all cut and dry, simple, yeah? Someone gets all narky over a football score or burnt toast and decides to kill someone else over it, then gets locked up. But no, it’s always weird. Course, I reckon that could be because your average cop don’t get to question the victim in those cases. Maybe for them, it’s just another unanswered question or three. But me?” He hmmphed a single chuckle through his nose. “It’s all weird, cos there will always be details that you could never guess. Guy kills another guy because they both like the same girl. See that all the time, yeah? But the part that doesn’t get told was that it turns out the one guy was sweet on the other guy, and couldn’t stand the idea of the guy being with a girl rather than him. Life’s never simple. Wouldn’t make a bad show, though, would it.” That thought made Declan smile slightly. He tends to not consider his life weird, being so used to it, but also tends to forget that to an outsider, it’s weird as fuck-all. “But if it’s any consolation, I think it has to be weird to see things that happened to things you’re touching. Amazing and damn handy talent, but it’s gotta be unsettling at the very least.” Declan offered Mads a wink as he again looked down to his phone screen. He’d never been to Dublin before, at least not this one.
He found himself hoping that it was like Chinatown, which Declan liked very much, and built a bit to look like its namesake. Such, however, was not the case. Dublin appeared to be like any decent-money California suburb, a bit of art-deco, the old style ‘city of the future’ look, nice houses built on lots that were too small, and of course resorts and the like. He began to form a picture of Ted based upon this. It took money to live here, and from what he already knew and suspected about Ted, he had a decent idea of where the money came from. Declan began to truly have the inkling that the list of potential victims went a bit deeper than two.
The Crown Victoria pulled to a stop a few houses away from their destination, Declan shut the engine off and slid the key into his pocket as he felt in his jacket for the gun he knew was tucked within the shoulder harness, but liked the reassurance. Corner a predator like Ted seemed to be shaping up into, and you never knew what to expect, though it was a safe bet the quiet option would never be selected. Lastly, he reached down to pick up the bagged muffin pan, gave Mads a reassuring wink and nod, then headed up the well-groomed sidewalk towards the house that was listed as Ted’s current address. What he saw, though, had him glancing to Mads with a bit of concern. Should he mention it? Perhaps he should. Bad news was still better than a bad surprise.
“Not to alarm you, Redser, but we’re not alone.” He said quietly, nearly under his breath, his direct gaze avoiding the lingering spirit. Curious, of course, as to why he was just hanging about the house, and this particular house at that, but Declan had seen stranger things. “So far so good, just a spectator at the moment.” He assured the other witch quietly without making too much eye contact with the specter. Let the spirit assume he was unseen at the moment, until Declan could put the ducks in a row. He stepped up to the door, his fist lifted to rap his knuckles upon the dark wooden surface. “San Francisco PD, Mr. Rainey. Just a few questions, please.” Declan called loudly enough to be heard, keeping his ears tuned on any ambient noise that might make its way from inside. Declan was fully prepared to bring the full weight of justice onto this bloody chancer.
Imagine his surprise when the door was answered by one of the more pleasant women Declan had come across today. The picture of suburban housewife-ness, down to the apron around her waist. “Oh, please come in, gentlemen. What can I do for you? Lemonade?”
Declan’s brows lifted slightly as he showed his badge, tucking it away upon his belt once more. It seemed so cliché that it seemed too cliché. “Is this, uh, the residence of Ted Rainey?” He asked as he glanced to the numbers upon the bricks beside the door. Right address, at least according to their data. “And is he home? Oh, excuse me.” Declan said before she could answer, pulling out his phone. “Message from the captain. Won’t be a tick.” He quickly sent a text to Mads: ‘Have a feel around when we get inside. Something’s not right’. He slid his phone back into his pocket, his gaze again lifted back to the woman with a smile. “No lemonade, thanks. But yes, we would love to come in.”
The two men were ushered through the foyer to the front sitting room, Declan’s gaze sweeping. The house seemed immaculate, well decorated, and cozy. It almost seemed like one of those display homes that Realtors set up to show people what it would look like furnished. “Now, Mrs…?”
“Rainey.” She filled in with a polite smile. “Sylvia Rainey. Ted is my husband.”
“I see. And, how long have you…” Declan began to ask.
“Oh, it’s been ten years now. Ten wonderful years.” She said with a tone of adoration.
Declan simply did not know what to think. Was she really married to this man, and had no idea about his extra-curricular activities? Was she in on it? He had so many questions, he didn’t know where to start. He glanced over towards Mads, hoping beyond hope that he would find something to tie this altogether, though things didn’t always wrap up quite so neatly, not to mention that the gravity of the fact that he had lugged a civilian along on what was turning into something that smelled complicated began to descend upon him.
Declan patted himself, looking a little puzzled. “Oh, sorry, I left me notes in the car. Would you excuse us, please?” he asked, already lifting to his feet, making his way towards the door. “Sorry about this, I’ll be right back.”
Once they left the house, seeing through the corner of his eye that the spirit still lingered, Declan headed to the car, not risking a glance back to the house, for that did tend to look suspicious. “Get anything?” he asked the man beside him quietly. “No idea what this is, but I don’t think I care for it."