Post by Lord Blake on Jul 26, 2016 22:01:20 GMT
Police established a command center at the rear door of the Arena on Saturday night. Security cameras had seen Jackson Kendrick leaving with Raven MacDemare slung over his shoulder here before unceremoniously dumping her body in the trunk of his car and driving off. Detectives collected all the evidence they could from there, matching tire tracks and fingerprints to ones already on his record. They didn't even need the footage from Shoot Saturday to confirm what happened here. He took off South from the Arena and there was absolutely no telling where he was taking the young wrestler.
When they'd gathered as much information as they could from there, Lord Blake insisted they move the command center to his house. If Jackson called to demand ransom or showed up to take out Lord, it would be wise to have police there.
He hadn't left the command posts since Saturday evening. As he promised his other half, he stayed away from the Arena that night, opting to watch the show from a bar down the street so he wouldn't be tempted to help her - this time she was going to stand her own two feet this time.
What happened while he was away made him sick to his stomach. Jackson Kendrick approached the ring in the same all-black outfit as their stalker had the previous two episodes of Vendetta. Was this the same person who chased them off during the previous Vendetta? Was it the same person who had left them both lying week one?
According to the cops there should be no stone left un-turned though. From the exact location they were attacked in the Arena to the very aisle he walked down to scare them off, it could all end up being useful information and lead them to Jackson.
So he told them everything. Everything. There was rarely a moment that Lord Blake was not speaking of some obscure place they could maybe find a shred of evidence. If it wasn’t for Cook working in the kitchen through all hours of the night and Maid keeping the coffee hot, they would have left days ago.
Lord became friends with one Officer Dawson through the days - they recognized each other from some of the 808s called on Lord in the two short months he’d been living on Broderick Street. Dawson funnelled him the small bits of information he could pick up during the investigation when no one else on the force would. All it amounted to was that they were no closer to tracking down Jackson, but they had reason to believe he would be showing up to the Arena on Thursday with her. Something about a tournament. Dawson told Lord he’d do everything he could to make sure the SFPD stood down and let him enter the building with Raven. They’d pick him up after Raven was safe.
Driver tried distracting him with encouraging talk of his upcoming match at Vendetta, a Supreme Championship tournament match against Aaron Asphyxia. “She’s rusty after having taken a year off from wrestling - you’ve walked into the business and found success while she had to walk away because she found none - we better work on lowering the aim on your Silver Bullet superkick,” things like that.
But Vendetta wasn't about wins and championships. Nothing could get his mind off of his missing girlfriend. He tried, very unsuccessfully, to help the coppers connect dots - possible associates, alternate motives, links to other missing women's reports in the area. On these issues he was more a hindrance than anything.
He would constantly study the map of San Francisco, pushpins stuck at random points in the city where the police department thought Jackson might be hiding out with Ravey. He'd stalked each location nightly, going directly against the suggestions of Driver, the urging of his lawyer and the will of the police, hoping to catch Kendrick.
No idea what he'd do if he actually found him though. His workplace was full of violent offenders, cheats, thieves and at least one murderer. Maybe one of them would be willing to help out for the sake of the bubbly girl in the locker room. Most likely he's lose his mind on the man who snatched his princess and beat him to within an inch of his life.
If what the cops predicted was true - they’d show up at Vendetta - then that was going to happen anyway.
Thursday would not come quick enough.
