To Gene, it seemed like a very cut and dry case. So he had Jonathan O'Shea brought in and sent to an interrogation room, waiting a little to hopefully make him feel antsy. Always better when the suspect was in a bad mood. Tended to make it easier to come by confessions.
He walked in finally, coffee in his hand. He had Chris with him. Might be easier to do this with someone who he could shut up when need be. That was one of the advantages of Sam having a day off. "Full name is Jonathan O'Shea, correct?"
Of course he knew that. He'd hauled this punk into the station since he'd been a teen. Maybe even longer.
He sat down opposite him, shaking his head. "You crossed lines this time, Jon. You've got a temper, don't you?"
"You know my blood name." Jonathan yawned lazily because he had been falling asleep before Gene came back in. He always tried this 'wait until you're annoyed' tactic and all he ever did with it was get some sleep in. May as well, while he waited. "Remember when you used to be able to smoke in here?"
He missed those days, he truly did.
"I got know fucking clue what I did so you should probably catch me up." Jonathan had done nothing his lawyer couldn't dismiss swiftly so sure, he let them play before he called in the big guns. "What's occurring?"
"What's occurring is that you're about to be put on trial for murder." Seemed to be the most relevant information there. "Everyone knows about you threatening the councilman. There's witnesses placing you near Andrew Horton's residence around the time of the murder. The bullets were distributed by your... Are we calling it a gang or family? Suppose that's all the same for you people."
He didn't care about being PC right now. Making Jonathan angry wouldn't be a bad strategy, after all. "Thought you'd be a bit smarter than this, but I guess he must have hit you where it hurt, taking away those benefits."
He took a sip from his coffee and sighed. "I do miss the smoking." There was that. "But see, I'll walk outside soon and have myself a smoke break. Don't see that in your future any time soon."
Jon knew that laughing was probably a bad thing to do in a situation like this but he had to laugh, it was pretty funny. "Horton? Fuck off. Like I'd waste a bullet on a bastard like that." Yeah, he had threatened him recently but not because of any real drama, just because he kept pissing off his extended family and he warned the councilmen, ever so nicely, to fuck off and let them live where they wanted. "I'm not gonna kill a bloke over them calling me a paddy pikey, am I? If that was enough, I would have offed you by now."
Jonathan clearly didn't seem concerned as he crossed his arms and looked at Gene curiously. "I reckon I should have a lawyer, don't you? You wanna fetch mine. You can do it, lad. Go fetch." He gestured at Chris, who looked thrown at being addressed, and jerked his chin to the door. "Off you pop."
Surely Tally could solve this shit for him. Murder? Fucking hell. "Someone really offed old Andy last fucking night?" After he had been. When had he been? He could never keep times and dates straight, he was on so many meds, he couldn't keep that shit in line.
"I've already called for your lawyer, don't you worry. I want him to try and get you out of this, just makes it more fun for me." No, he didn't see any way Jon could possibly wiggle out of that. "Maybe you shouldn't have talked loudly about offing him just before, conveniently, someone else did it for you. Really bad timing. What a terrible coincidence."
Gene shrugged, assuming they'd have a while to wait for Tally yet. Didn't mean he couldn't keep going. "I get it. Posh bastard like that, if that came after my boys... I might lose it too. You want to look out for your family. See them treated right. I've witnessed that plenty of times."
"Last night was..." Jonathan leaned forward currently to look at the notebook on the table. It always had the date, after all. "Friday night? Well, fuck, who cares what I said on a Friday night? I was probably wrecked. Doesn't mean I was on a killing spree. And what sort of idiot gets drunk before they off a bloke like that?" Why the hell would he stupidly take down a bloke like that? He knew he could barely remember it but he wouldn't have done it. It went against all logic.
"If I wanted to look out for my family, I wouldn't be this stupid. Nah, I never did it. Think about it, Mr Hunt. I heard rumours you have a brain so try to prove it." He leaned passed Chris and Gene, eyeing up the door. "Where's your DI Tyler?"
"My DI Tyler has called in sick, so my most educated guess is that he's dick-deep into your bent Scottish mate and unfortunately can't be here to mollycoddle murder suspects. Shame for you, isn't it?" Gene was not impressed. He knew that Jon could get caught this time and he'd waited for so long for that. "You say you don't remember much, but somehow I seem to recall you telling me you don't overindulge. Actually said it like that. Fancy words and all. Seems like we've got conflicting statements already. Maybe you'd like to give me an alibi?"
There, he was a professional. "Where were you last night? Times and witnesses. Chris here will scribble it down, make Sam cream his pants when he sees that."
"Are you ready for me to really piss you off? Oh, I love when I get to do this." Jonathan had spent years without a lawyer, he had been in fist fights with Gene in interrogation rooms and pulled up on bullshit charges before and he had always had to fight his way to freedom every time. And now, with money and power, he could say the words he could never say before. "No comment."
Then he paused and leaned back in his chair. "Wait, is 'go fuck yourself' a comment? Then that and then no comment. I'm waiting for my lawyer, mate."
"That figures. Little coward knows when he's beat. But Tally won't be getting you off this time, no matter how much you suck his dick." Gross and inappropriate, but he felt that was fair enough just looking at that shit-eating smirk. It would feel satisfying to punch Jon, but permanently locking him up? So much sweeter. "You know what they do to Paddy faggots like you in prison, Jon-boy?"
Ah, such satisfaction. "You won't be getting bored."
"Paddy, faggot and implying I fuck my lawyer. You're asking for a lawsuit, ain't you?"
Jonathan refused to answer anything Gene asked and it too longer than Jon would have liked before Tally finally graced him with his presence. He came in, sat down and set his brief case on the table before exhaling. "Sorry I'm late, I was hungover. What's the charges?"
"Murder." Jon told him helpfully as he turned to smile at Gene. "He says I killed a bloke. I say I didn't."
"Murder. Exciting." Well, it was. Tally grinned at Gene. "Lay it out for me, big boy."
"All laid out here for you." Gene opened the file and leafed through it to the report. "All there in black on... pink, apparently. What the fuck, Chris, you big girl!"
What a complete knobhead. Gene rolled his eyes and then laid the case out. "Your client there with the boots that are getting awfully small on him, he's repeatedly threatened to harm or kill the victim. Last he did that yesterday, very publicly. Had some issues with his policies and then I think it got personal? Councilman Horton really didn't like them travellers, you see?"
And of course that would set Jonathan off. Having his family threatened. And Gene knew that the likes of Jonathan only knew one way of retaliation. "The bullets came from a gun just like your boy here uses, Tally. And, strangely enough, he was seen just around that time, brandishing his gun, very close to the crime scene. Multiple witnesses."
"I like it, matches my tie." Tally smiled and followed along through the timeline, wondering how the hell he could wriggle them out of this one. "Let me have a look, takes a while to do a good job, DCI Hunt. Do you know that?" Probably not. Tally took the paper and looked it over, reading through statements, looking at stills and piecing together the evening. Beside him. Jon had his eyes closed, clearly not interested in engaging.
"Right, well. I got to talk to my client." Tally clarified as he gave Gene a look. "Step out, give us ten and circle back in, would you? There's a love." Usually he'd just take Jonathan with him and sort it out from the office but this was bad. This was stupidly bad. Why the hell had Jonathan been that bloody stupid?
"... You think I fucking did it? Are you kidding me?" Jonathan's eyes opened and he looked at his lawyer in disbelief. "Has everyone lost their common fucking sense? Oh, fuck you." Maybe he should dismiss Tally and hire Ed instead. Then again, that showboat might have brains but he could never keep focus.
"You can take all the time you want, Tally. Talk some sense into the lad." Gene got up and shrugged. "Plead guilty, Jon. Confess. No one's gonna be that mad over you offing a sodding politician. We might even be able to get you a deal. Only a few years behind bars."
And what a lesson in humility. "I'll be back in fifteen. Unless you're ready to give me that alibi now, Jon? Been waiting to follow up on that. Take my while to do a good job, you know."
Jon was someone who never liked to work with people who didn't trust him as much as he trusted them and as Tally expressed his doubt, Jonathan fired him. Perhaps not the smartest move he could have made but it was the one he made. He did have a bad habit of reacting negatively and letting his emotions take over but not to sodding murder a politician of all people.
By the time Gene came back, Tally was packing up. "He fired me so he's all yours. Good luck, Jonny."
"Ah, fuck off." Jon called out as Tally shrugged, knowing he had to go to call Barty ASAP because if he wasn't willing to let him help, he needed Barty to. As Tally left, Jonathan looked at Gene. "I'm being stitched up, you dick. Isn't it obvious?"
"Yeah? Because you'd never kill anyone, innocent lamb like you? Kill some arrogant politician who doesn't like your kind, doesn't like poufters and who's a threat to your family? Looks like motive to me and I've still not heard an alibi. Drunk so I ain't remembering ain't a motive. That's a confession." Or as good as, anyway. Gene shrugged, checking his watch. "All right, you ran off your lawyer. So, what do you want? Need a phone call? Want to talk?"
He was being very generous here. "Or maybe we'll get you into a holding cell until you will talk."
"Holding cell." Jonathan suggested because out of every option, that one was probably the smartest. He had to try and recall what the fuck he was doing last night. He remembered fight with Edward, shooting up and having a relaxing afternoon and then nothing. He went back to see Horton? The bastard must have done something. Someone must have asked him to go there - right?
He needed to think and he needed to work out how to get a better lawyer. Maybe he could hire Edward's new boyfriend - now there was a mess. "Mark my words, it weren't me. I know you fucking want this but you should want it right and fair.
"Even if I wanted to believe that, Jon, you haven't given me a single other option. No alibi, no tears, nothing to convince me of your innocence. I'm doing my due diligence, but you're not walking free until your name's cleared." And, no, Gene was not about to lose any sleep over it. "It's looking clear cut to me and you've done plenty stupid shit before. Just seems as if this time you don't have anyone willing to cover for you. Shame. Better for you to do crime in a less posh district, they like you more there."
"Cause scum like me should stay in the caravan parks, right? You sound just like that bastard." He wished sometimes that he had the chance to deck Gene in the face but he knew assaulting a copper would end with him in jail. And going to jail was a bad option. He had a lot of enemies and fuck, Alfie would be in charge.
"Holding cell is still my pick. Then we'll talk. This is -- this is bullshit." What did he do? Maybe Eddie knew his whereabouts, maybe Barty knew who had it in for this fucker. "I'll tap back in when your DI is working."
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He walked in finally, coffee in his hand. He had Chris with him. Might be easier to do this with someone who he could shut up when need be. That was one of the advantages of Sam having a day off. "Full name is Jonathan O'Shea, correct?"
Of course he knew that. He'd hauled this punk into the station since he'd been a teen. Maybe even longer.
He sat down opposite him, shaking his head. "You crossed lines this time, Jon. You've got a temper, don't you?"
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He missed those days, he truly did.
"I got know fucking clue what I did so you should probably catch me up." Jonathan had done nothing his lawyer couldn't dismiss swiftly so sure, he let them play before he called in the big guns. "What's occurring?"
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He didn't care about being PC right now. Making Jonathan angry wouldn't be a bad strategy, after all. "Thought you'd be a bit smarter than this, but I guess he must have hit you where it hurt, taking away those benefits."
He took a sip from his coffee and sighed. "I do miss the smoking." There was that. "But see, I'll walk outside soon and have myself a smoke break. Don't see that in your future any time soon."
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Jonathan clearly didn't seem concerned as he crossed his arms and looked at Gene curiously. "I reckon I should have a lawyer, don't you? You wanna fetch mine. You can do it, lad. Go fetch." He gestured at Chris, who looked thrown at being addressed, and jerked his chin to the door. "Off you pop."
Surely Tally could solve this shit for him. Murder? Fucking hell. "Someone really offed old Andy last fucking night?" After he had been. When had he been? He could never keep times and dates straight, he was on so many meds, he couldn't keep that shit in line.
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Gene shrugged, assuming they'd have a while to wait for Tally yet. Didn't mean he couldn't keep going. "I get it. Posh bastard like that, if that came after my boys... I might lose it too. You want to look out for your family. See them treated right. I've witnessed that plenty of times."
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"If I wanted to look out for my family, I wouldn't be this stupid. Nah, I never did it. Think about it, Mr Hunt. I heard rumours you have a brain so try to prove it." He leaned passed Chris and Gene, eyeing up the door. "Where's your DI Tyler?"
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There, he was a professional. "Where were you last night? Times and witnesses. Chris here will scribble it down, make Sam cream his pants when he sees that."
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Then he paused and leaned back in his chair. "Wait, is 'go fuck yourself' a comment? Then that and then no comment. I'm waiting for my lawyer, mate."
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Ah, such satisfaction. "You won't be getting bored."
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Jonathan refused to answer anything Gene asked and it too longer than Jon would have liked before Tally finally graced him with his presence. He came in, sat down and set his brief case on the table before exhaling. "Sorry I'm late, I was hungover. What's the charges?"
"Murder." Jon told him helpfully as he turned to smile at Gene. "He says I killed a bloke. I say I didn't."
"Murder. Exciting." Well, it was. Tally grinned at Gene. "Lay it out for me, big boy."
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What a complete knobhead. Gene rolled his eyes and then laid the case out. "Your client there with the boots that are getting awfully small on him, he's repeatedly threatened to harm or kill the victim. Last he did that yesterday, very publicly. Had some issues with his policies and then I think it got personal? Councilman Horton really didn't like them travellers, you see?"
And of course that would set Jonathan off. Having his family threatened. And Gene knew that the likes of Jonathan only knew one way of retaliation. "The bullets came from a gun just like your boy here uses, Tally. And, strangely enough, he was seen just around that time, brandishing his gun, very close to the crime scene. Multiple witnesses."
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"I like it, matches my tie." Tally smiled and followed along through the timeline, wondering how the hell he could wriggle them out of this one. "Let me have a look, takes a while to do a good job, DCI Hunt. Do you know that?" Probably not. Tally took the paper and looked it over, reading through statements, looking at stills and piecing together the evening. Beside him. Jon had his eyes closed, clearly not interested in engaging.
"Right, well. I got to talk to my client." Tally clarified as he gave Gene a look. "Step out, give us ten and circle back in, would you? There's a love." Usually he'd just take Jonathan with him and sort it out from the office but this was bad. This was stupidly bad. Why the hell had Jonathan been that bloody stupid?
"... You think I fucking did it? Are you kidding me?" Jonathan's eyes opened and he looked at his lawyer in disbelief. "Has everyone lost their common fucking sense? Oh, fuck you." Maybe he should dismiss Tally and hire Ed instead. Then again, that showboat might have brains but he could never keep focus.
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And what a lesson in humility. "I'll be back in fifteen. Unless you're ready to give me that alibi now, Jon? Been waiting to follow up on that. Take my while to do a good job, you know."
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By the time Gene came back, Tally was packing up. "He fired me so he's all yours. Good luck, Jonny."
"Ah, fuck off." Jon called out as Tally shrugged, knowing he had to go to call Barty ASAP because if he wasn't willing to let him help, he needed Barty to. As Tally left, Jonathan looked at Gene. "I'm being stitched up, you dick. Isn't it obvious?"
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He was being very generous here. "Or maybe we'll get you into a holding cell until you will talk."
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He needed to think and he needed to work out how to get a better lawyer. Maybe he could hire Edward's new boyfriend - now there was a mess. "Mark my words, it weren't me. I know you fucking want this but you should want it right and fair.
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"Holding cell is still my pick. Then we'll talk. This is -- this is bullshit." What did he do? Maybe Eddie knew his whereabouts, maybe Barty knew who had it in for this fucker. "I'll tap back in when your DI is working."