2020-06-23 - Who Asks the Interrogation Questions?!

In the interrogation room while he's awaiting his 'legal council' Joey Kelly, instead, waits for Tor and his lunch. Why? cause extra olives. Also? Because Greg's goonies are flakes and Tor is a damn fucking good burglar. This has its own value right now.

(TXT to Tor) Joey : (call is placed to Tor's cell direct) Hey. Joey Kelly. I need you rp make some time right now, man.

(TXT to Joey) Tor : It must be something important if you're calling me from a number I don't recognize. What's up?

(TXT to Tor) Joey : Well they're only giving me 2 minutes to borrow their phone, and one call, so here's how it's gonna go. Need you to bring me a large meatlover's pizza, extra olives. You bring me breadsticks and a beverage I would be very appreciative. You got that so far?

(TXT to Joey) Tor : Are you in fucking jail, man? Shit. Don't blame you though. The food in there is ass.

(TXT to Tor) Joey : No I'm in a god damn profiling lawsuit waiting to happen. They're holding me because they're short a Chief and wetting their panties about it. I just wanna know who stole my fucking car, and I want my pizza and breadsticks and and answer. So ifyou do become aware of things in you many travels, I'll remember it.

(TXT to Joey) Tor : Fuuuck. All right. I'll have uncle punch it in a priority order and I'll bring it over myself. Be there in under 30.

Happy that he is that that got arranged , because fuck this circus. Then again he has gotten away with literal murder before so, eh, fair. Welcome to being high profile. The cops he can stare down, but what they figured out is that elevator sized interrogation room he can't. Try as he may to keep his mean mug on he gets to the threshold of the door, pales, and takes a deep breath, "Fuuuuuck this." But in he goes back to sit in that uncomfortable chair for likely another 14 hours. His hands fold together and his forehead rests on them. Maybe if he can wait it out he can pretend the room is bigger than it is.

When you're the low guy on the totem and you get a call from someone way up the food chain, you don't fuck around. Tor's red mustang roars into the parking lot at almost twenty minutes to the minute. He's carrying an insulated bag with a large pizza loaded with more toppings than they'd normally put, along with an order of double cheezy breadsticks. He's also carrying a mix 6 of cans of pop. The big question is, are they gonna let the kid with a juvie record from the bad family in? He puts on his best innocent look when he steps in the station. And then very awkwardly says aloud, "Uh, I got a delivery for Joey Kelly?"

The captain had some other shit to attend to. Which, surprise, is what's gonna happen when you're slapped with being acting Chief because some schmuck decided to go and off the real one. So yeah, he had some other shit to attend to, and is in full uniform - pins on his collar, duty rig stocked with that big, mean looking gun and all - when Wimberly shows up at his door with her untimely question. He gives her a look that suggests she should probably back up a step or two, holds it a beat, and then makes a point of finishing up with the paperwork he was in the midst of.

"I don't give a shit what you want to do with it," he murmurs. "Grab a fucking slice for all I care. I'll be down in ten." Is Kelly sweating yet? Surely he's aware of the man's particular.. dislike of small spaces. And it's not that the cop's a little bit sadistic, except that he totally is.

Tor is good at waiting. That's honestly a big part of his job as a gofer, fence, driver and well, pizza driver. That involves a lot of waiting around for pizza or Uber orders to come in. So he's patient, standing there, trying not to look too close at any of the cops in the vicinity just in case he's either run across them before or he went to school with them. Or both. It's all entirely possible in a town the size of Gray Harbor.

Joey knows. It explains reason one why he ordered a fucking pizza. The door opens and there's another cop there and Joey rooooolls his head to a look at him. Everyone is in agreement that no one gives two shits about what happens to the other person in this room. Well, its something to agree on. "Where's my fucking legal council with my pizza."

"This ain't your personal hotel, Kelly."

Jaw setting he cranes his head and informs, "Tell de la Vega if you guys want to talk he can have the decency to come down here and jaw cause I ain't got dick to say to you." On edge? Yes. Have they planted evidence on people before? He knows damn well they have and they won't need to if they do find his car right now. faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak... "My pizza here yet?"

"Fuck you, Kelly."

Wimberly, of course, is too chickenshit to deal with the pizza. She tells Tor to hang out at reception and wait for the captain, he'll be down in a minute, she informs him with a thin smile before disappearing.

The next time the door buzzes, it's that fucking Hispanic cop whose house Tor wound up at one night. He's nearly unrecognisable in full uniform, though there's no mistaking that glower. "You here with the pizza? Come on up." He nudges the door open wider. Behind him, a set of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the secure cells are located.

"No, I'm just taking this pizza-smelling insulated bag for a field trip to the police station," murmurs Tor quietly. Normally he'd be more of a shit and say that more loudly, but he is trying to behave. He clears his throat and mops hair back from his face, then follows Ruiz. And he absolutely knows who he is. The Lockhart family has played flashcard games with pictures of the local PD, so they know who not to shoot their mouths off next to at the Pourhouse.

The tension in the room could be sliced with a chainsaw. It's the age old story of an entitled detective who somehow isn't on the take against what he can only see as piece of shit human being off the street for now...and a Yard boss used to dealing with more annoying in a much more aggressive manner and can't.

It's taking every inch of patience for Joey not to be the caged mongrel they need him to be right now and that might be precisely what gives him strength at this moment: Fuck those guys, and this one in particular.

Hard question is met with terse stonewalling. Like he said, he's got nothing to say to him. Go on there Sarge, threaten him with sending him away. It didn't work last time.

"I'll take this from here, Montgomery," intones the voice of someone new. Someone who arrives close on the heels of a certain pizza delivery boy, and to the tune of crisp boot heels on cracked tile, and a jangle of keys as the door of the interrogation room's unlocked and swung open. The well-meaning Sergeant's directed out with a hitch of the Captain's chin that leaves little room for argument, dark eyes traveling briefly to Joey to take stock of how he's faring. Then ticking back to the kid with the rapidly cooling pizza. No words, just a heavily inked hand extended toward the solitary table, as an indication for where he can leave the thing. He's already digging out his wallet.

"What do I owe you?" Is that a gun there? Why, yes it is. A nasty looking one, too.

Tor huffs a soft sound at Ruiz, grins lopsidedly, then sets the bag down on the table. "Joey's not paying for this, and you're not paying for it on his behalf." A statement of fact, not of charity. He slides open the bag and slithers out a giant box with a slightly smaller box stacked on top. Then he nods to Joey, nods towards the plastic bag he also brought. "Didn't know what kind of drink you wanted so I brought one of each." He knows how to handle himself around thugs and cops, so he makes note of the gun's position without making a big show of it. But he's no smooth operator, so Ruiz has the skills to pick it out for sure. "Sorry if this shit's cold, but Captain Swagger over here took his time."

Joey is. stressed. out. It's hidden behind a mask of war, but these two have gone back before they were born in primordeal ooze of the universe and come from the same core. Like knows like. The detective getting off his ass, and Tor being there seem to ebb that flint only slightly. Tor, however, gets an upnod. This may very well be audition for bigger things down the road. Someone did the same for him once... is this really doing the guy a favor tho?

Still he says, in that way gravel sounds at least honest, "Tell your uncle I appreciate it." Lots of garnished favor there. The cold gets a nod. hell he really didn't expect to have it make it this far. Still, nothing had to be arranged and very subtly he plays the card back. "So. You guys have no idea who did it and neither do I. Since we have so much in common that why we hanging out now?" Hands still cuffed he reaches over and pulls the box over to pull a slice for himself. *UN*fortunately Ruiz also knows Joey can tell teh cuffs to let go of him when he wants too, so, it's all really a standoff that's lacking surprises today.

Captain Swagger had shit to finish up, thank you very much. Which he doesn't bother explaining. He does however give the pizza delivery boy a long look when he declines the payment, and finishes extracting his wallet from his pants pocket. A couple of crisp twenties are unfolded from it, and scissored between two fingers. "Like fuck you're walking in here and giving him that pizza without money exchanging hands with someone in this room. Take it." Joey, for the time being, is left to his own devices. Sure, he could break out of those cuffs, but then de la Vega could taser the shit out of him with his mind, so do they really want to head down that road?

"Y'know, you're doing an awful lot of givin' me money lately," says Tor with a shit-eating grin. He looks at the money, looks up at Ruiz. "He doesn't owe me for the pizza. I suppose I could say that money is for something else, but my rate's higher than forty bucks." The grin continues. He mops hair back from his face and then glances to Joey with a questioning look.

If one wants to taser a clay brick all day until he catches on. For now Joey plays along eyeing him. "Oh have you now?" Taking a deep breath he sits back ans asks, "So I'm going to assume you brought me in because you need my help." His jaw sets and while he's been at a standoff all day the size o the room gets to even him and he says, "I mean it. This one ain't us. Chewin on the wrong bone, man." A faint grin goes to Tor at the corner of his mouth, "Yeah, man. I know. After this I need you to drop another one off for me. See, this little side trip is putting a lot of people out, man. So what're we doin? Camp out? Story time?"

Ruiz really seems to have no fucking idea what Tor might mean by that. The something else, that is. So he tosses the cash atop the box of pizza, and leaves it up to the delivery boy what he wants to do with it. Meanwhile, in terms of needing Joey's help, he snorts roughly. "I wouldn't go that far." Wallet shoved back into his pocket, he flicks dark eyes to Tor again for a beat, then back to his hapless buddy whom he's got in cuffs at an interrogation table. "You want a glass of water, a donut.. something, to go with that shitty pizza, before we get started?"

"Ay ay. This is not fucking shitty pizza, man. Pizza Kitchen does gourmet wood-fired. And if it tastes at all shitty it's cause your goons in blue kept me waiting." The pizza place might function as a cover for criminal activity, but it does also take pride in its pies. He looks to Joey, unsure of what he should be doing or if he should be slinking out - but he figured he wasn't asked here on the man's one phone call just for a bite to eat.

Joey sighs and murmurs, "Eh why not. You already got all my prints and DNA on file. Sounds good." While he's liable to snap and bite he is, at least with the opposition he knows, willing to engage in some manner of civil discourse. Respect. It doesn't work miracles, but it goes pretty damn far.

Where TOr's concerned he's right and Joey takes the time to explain to him, and maybe so he has someone who can get word out to Vic and the troops, "See, they're missing a Police Chief and the paper's upset and the people are upset and they dunno who the asshole was who did it so they need a fall guy. The problem is it wasn't me, which leaves me... with no reason to be here and them with still no evidence. "

Jaw setting he says quietly, "Thank you for not making the kid watch that."

The captain shakes his head, mouth curving in a wry smile for Joey. "We both know you didn't do it, Kelly. I don't need a fall guy." He lays his hand on the table beside his friend's still-chained wrists. Tap-tap with a fingertip against one of the cuffs. "I need you to play along with this, for the optics to look right. For the fucking news story we know is going to be published in the morning. For the shitheads who did pull this, who now think we're chasing the wrong lead. That's what I fucking need." He cuts another glance to Tor, like he wants to make the guy well aware that he knows he's hearing this, too, and he'd better mind his mouth about who he flaps it to, about this. "Yeah, de nada," to Joey's thanks regarding his kid.

Then he pushes off the table, jaw tight, and prowls off to, "Get you that fucking glass of water."

Funny thing about that. He doesn't come back.

Tor watches Ruiz go, then looks back to Joey. "So uh, sorry if I'm being a dense asshole, but is there something you want me to do? Just tell the crew what's up so they can try and find the real fucker who's responsible?" He didn't respond when Ruiz outlined the plan, instead just absorbed the plan - such as it is. "I mean, unless you really did just want the pizza. Which, I don't blame you. It's good shit."

Joey takes a deep breath and lets his eyes narrow a titch with every tap of the bracelets. This was a lot easier when he was #2 and not #1 needing to figure everything out. As it is? Well there's a risk in everything. Hearing that he's at least believed? Well, it can go either way but at least at this point he's willing to trust one of the very few people in this city that's never lied to him. He lets out the breath that he was holding an d rests back in the chair. "Napkins too if ya can?" It's not voiced agreement but it is.

Looking to Tor he says "Do me a favor when you get back? Bring a pie out to Vic immediately after this. She's covering for me at the gym." Well Tor is a little obtuse, but he's on the right page. There's amusement that reaches his eyes even if he don't smile. "Yeah, something exactly like that man." Right now Tor is his lifeline to get word so all hell don't break loose. "Tell your uncle I said thank you. If there's a tab? Run it. I'll make sure he's taken care of."

Waiting for Ruiz to come back he murmurs to Tor, "You find anything funny, bring that back up to me. You can't get it to me, get it to Vic. The odds of them getting me a phone is prolly low so I'm a need you o this. Right? You get stuck they'll help you out. Tell D if there's questions call me about getting paychecks out." Because Dahlia also is in a great position to see questionable clientele. Hooray for entertainment.

Now... why ain't Ruiz back yet?
Christ this job's gonna kill the guy.