May, 2009

The Beast was a sneaky little bastard when it wanted to be. Like Slade had taught him, you had to watch it, every moment, every night, or it would take every chance it could to rear its ugly head, and make you regret you weren't watching it in the first place. Jason liked to think with his skill in Alecto's little underhanded trick, it wasn't an issue for him anymore, but as he sat in the van waiting for Davis to get his uniformed butt across the street, he caught himself drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and frowned, closing his hand into a fist for a moment. Ohhh no you don't.

Davis finally opened the passenger door of the van and climbed in, closing it behind him, "Hey man. Sorry it took so long...coroner's getting anal about details."

It didn't matter that Jason had no idea what kind of work Davis had to clear to get this-the bottom line was, he got it. So be nice, "S'allright. 'Preciate the work. Do me a favor and don't go get yourself shot during the day, got me? What did you get for me?" Davis handed over a manila envelope, which contained a picture, a coroner's autopsy report, and a phone transcript from the police call center.

The picture was, well, something you definitely didn't want to show children, especially with the figure's specific bits so violently torn off in such a fashion, "This looks like that Manhater freak."

Davis nodded, "That's what they were thinking in Homicide. Adding another one to the pile."

Jason pointed to something on the picture that caught his eye, "This isnt...how was this damage done?"

Davis shook his head, "Coroner says it looks like claws, but he wrote down inconclusive, cause, well, you know, people don't have claws." He cleared his throat softly, knowing damned well what probably happened, and not liking that idea one bit.

Jason murmured, "Thats what I thought. I bet we have an impostor. Wuuuunderful. Look, call me if anything more on that turns up. I dont need cops getting into a shootout with, well, family." He moved on, not waiting for Davis' nod. The transcript. "What is this? A phone call log?"

"Yeah. Remember that body they found in the lake? Well, this lady called and said her daughter was talking about being saved by an angel. Owens and I have chuckled at it enough I think they're going to file it off as a kid's imagination, but you said anything bizarre..."

Jason nodded and read over several lines again, frowning slightly, "No, no, you did good. This might be nothing, but then maybe I need to take a look at the park, without pissing anyone off." He stuffed the materials back in the envelope and handed them back to Davis, "Here. Ill see you for a game of pool this weekend?" It wasnt really an offer, but Davis should know that by now.

Davis nodded, "Owens and I will meet you, usual time." Good boy. Cops were SO much easier to get along with. He climbed out and shut the passenger door behind him, heading back to the police station.

Jason pursed his lips as he put the van in gear. The General decide to start haunting his statue? Yeah right. But then, this was Manchester, and if something freaky could POSSIBLY happen, well...lets just say the infamous Murphy should be asking what the hell was going on here...