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- this is all coop's fault somehow,
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- where the hell is my lab,
- ▶ saffron city
011 | Saffron City | Action;
[So here's Albert.
Since coming to Johto, Albert's seen a lot of wacky shit go down. He's seen people mutating into some kind of hideous hybrid creature from an airborne mutant virus. He's seen ledges that defy the laws of physics. He's seen dragons and dinosaurs and aliens. He's seen people who claim beyond a shadow of a doubt to be actual ponies. He's been yelled at by a teenage Viking. He's been flown all over creation on a bird with clouds for wings and carried forcibly around by a giant green sparklegrizzly and endured patently stupid roadtrips that involved caves and forests and god only knows what else. He's been taunted by ghosts. He's been assaulted with puppies. He's fallen in a really big hole.
He's survived the freaking Armageddon and still didn't let it ruin Christmas.
And now, here on the third day of this latest bout of flagrant insanity, in his quiet home in Saffron City with a brand new swimming pool sparkling in the yard and a snarling levitating three-hundred-pound flesh-eating snowflake snapping at the end of its chain near the outhouse, he is stepping outside to collect himself with a cup of coffee and a moment's peace—
...
And there is a BIG DAMN TREE TRANSPLANTED RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE OF HIS FORMERLY PRISTINE SIDEWALK, and WHEN THE HELL DID THAT GET THERE and WHO THE HELL EVEN RIPS UP A TREE AND—
...
...
Silently, Albert sips his coffee.
Just another day in Johto, apparently.]
Since coming to Johto, Albert's seen a lot of wacky shit go down. He's seen people mutating into some kind of hideous hybrid creature from an airborne mutant virus. He's seen ledges that defy the laws of physics. He's seen dragons and dinosaurs and aliens. He's seen people who claim beyond a shadow of a doubt to be actual ponies. He's been yelled at by a teenage Viking. He's been flown all over creation on a bird with clouds for wings and carried forcibly around by a giant green sparklegrizzly and endured patently stupid roadtrips that involved caves and forests and god only knows what else. He's been taunted by ghosts. He's been assaulted with puppies. He's fallen in a really big hole.
He's survived the freaking Armageddon and still didn't let it ruin Christmas.
And now, here on the third day of this latest bout of flagrant insanity, in his quiet home in Saffron City with a brand new swimming pool sparkling in the yard and a snarling levitating three-hundred-pound flesh-eating snowflake snapping at the end of its chain near the outhouse, he is stepping outside to collect himself with a cup of coffee and a moment's peace—
...
And there is a BIG DAMN TREE TRANSPLANTED RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE OF HIS FORMERLY PRISTINE SIDEWALK, and WHEN THE HELL DID THAT GET THERE and WHO THE HELL EVEN RIPS UP A TREE AND—
...
...
Silently, Albert sips his coffee.
Just another day in Johto, apparently.]
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I don't blame you.
[He offers her a look that, if it'd been in his shoulders instead of his eyes, would've been a shrug.]
But are you ever going to get the chance to again?
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[Mixed in with that is naturally the topic at hand. But he's right, and she already knows she's going to ask about everything. She just needed that moment to admit to herself (and someone else, maybe that was just as important) how daunting it is.]
[She's still thinking about Maddy, but the question could mean either of them, when she does ask it after a moment of silence.]
How did it happen?
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Sounds about right.]
You were found wrapped in plastic on the shore of a lake by a guy named Pete Martell. Maddy was found on a golf course — same M.O., wrapped in plastic. It's not the first time our office has chased a signature like that. We've seen other girls wrapped in plastic before, too.
Neither one of you died where you were ultimately found; you were both moved. You'd been tied up; she hadn't. Your killer probably had more time with you than he did with her, both in planning the murder and in — pun intended — executing it. From what you've told me here, my conclusion would follow — you knew your death was coming. She didn't.
You both died of blunt force trauma. For her, it went fast. He cracked her head open right here. [He taps his face, between the eyebrows and above his nose.] For you, it didn't go so fast. You suffered multiple wounds, and no single one of them was enough to do you in. Assuming the guy knew what he was doing, and given who we're talking about I expect that he did, that all suggests to me that Maddy's was an impulse killing, targeted toward the goal of seeing her dead as the desired endgame. You were someone he wanted to see suffer, so he made sure to make it last.