"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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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."