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Putting the pieces together
Mary Grayson has, amazingly enough, managed to stay out of trouble for a couple hours, much to the relief of her overworked monther, who takes advantage of the quiet to review her latest round of projects. She quickly skims the current crime statistics, and frowns briefly at the report of an unknown object sighted in West Texas, taking a moment to check for any additional reports. Seeing none at this time, she files her standard report for such cases and goes on to consider her latest mystery.

The trail of the convoluted money transfers leads Oracle to an offshore account, previously known to be a minor financial reserve for the League of Assasisins. Hm. But of those who would have access to it, who is still able to access it.... She crunches data for a while, then returns to Sandybrook County Bank account opened by "Ray Walker." According to the bank records, the account was first opened 3 years and 8 months ago. One problem: the transactions on that account don't really hold up for that time period under closer scrutiny. Nice job, whoever you really are, but not quite good enough. And "close" only counts in horseshoes.

The "signature" of the work doesn't ring a bell with her straight away, though certain fragments of the scripts used nag at her for a few seconds. She takes a brief moment to verify the sources, then takes another brief moment to tag the underground cybernexus where the scripts are posted. Virtual stakeouts often net her more valuable data. Returning to the mysterious "Ray Walker's" trail, she discovers that he (or she--she reminds herself) worked through a public terminal at the local library in Sandybrook. Guest account. Her inner librarian rears its head for a moment, snarling at whoever was using such a patron service to perpetrate a deception and possibly a greater crime. The snarl is joined by a growl when she sees that "Ray Walker" closed the account, taking away an even $500,000.

The money trail ends there, but the game is still afoot, so she checks out the arson reports involving an abandoned house. The Sandybrook Fire Department is more accustomed to accidental fires than arson, and those few arson cases that crop up in any given decade are usually quickly solved, usually thanks to the perpetrator being stupid and bragging about the deed or simply failing to hide all evidence of accelerants.

So who are you, Ray Walker? The Sandybrook County Bank security cam footage gives her no clue. Somehow there was a malfunction, resulting in no usable footage of any customers the day of the money transfer. She takes a deep breath, weighs her options against her standard, what would my father say at this point?, and dives into the Sandybrook County Bank's computer system. She ignores the customer data in favor of examining the security protocols, particularly those related to camera controls. Nothing in the current set. But when in doubt, go through the trash....

Aha! Her lips peel back from her teeth in the grin that used to make Gotham muggers nervous. Beware of Greeks bearing gifts, and of trojans that stick your cameras into an infinite loop of internal consistency checks. Whoever Ray Walker is, he'd tried to clean up after himself, and probably would've gotten away with it, if only the trash had been emptied properly. Sometimes I'm grateful for Curtains.

She's learned all she can from the Clocktower. It's up to her agent to do the legwork now.

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sexy_huntress From: sexy_huntress Date: September 17th, 2007 01:28 pm (UTC) (Link)

Sandybrook, CT

The Huntress stands at the weathered old cast-iron gate to a burned out hulk of a house in the butt end of nowhere, her bike parked on the street behind her. She's used to the odd looks she's garnered on her way here by now -- after the Harvest mission, small-town suspicion isn't new to her.

Her exchange with Oracle -- Barbara -- changed something between them. She's just not entirely sure what, or how. It's still too early to tell how it'll develop now, but there's a definite sense that things aren't going to be quite the same way they used to be. It's new and uncertain, and she's not sure precisely how it's going to play out.

It's partly Jason's fault. Yeah. Blame him. Life didn't start getting weird until they started dating.

She narrows her eyes at the early morning sun, then pushes the gate aside; the creaking swipe at the fall-tinged air ringing sharply in her ears. The yard, such as it is, is overgrown with thistle and rough grasses. This place is giving her the creeps already and she's not even inside yet.
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: September 17th, 2007 01:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Sandybrook, CT

A job sign has been pounded into the front yard, indicating that the demolition of the house will be undertaken by Sandybrook Home Wreckers--The homewreckers everyone's happy to see!. A more official-looking notice has been posted on the front door.
sexy_huntress From: sexy_huntress Date: September 17th, 2007 01:51 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Sandybrook, CT

She ascends the charred and blackened porch steps slowly, testing her weight on them before committing to each. She notes the demolition order on the door, slated for just a few days from now. Demolition's too good for it, she thinks, nudging it open with a booted foot. A flashlight, despite the morning sun filtering through shattered windows, shines inside, illuminating a column of dust and floating ash. "O, did you say this house was abandoned over a year before it got torched?"
oracle_watching From: oracle_watching Date: September 17th, 2007 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Sandybrook, CT

"Confirmed," says the synthesized voice. "I've found a few references on local blogs implying that the house had a reputation for being haunted. I'll spare you the full retelling of the legends and skip to what I've been able to verify. A young woman and her daughter were murdered at the site. The police report notes that the killings were consistent with ritual murder, though I haven't been able to access much of the forensic material yet. I suspect most of it's stored offline. A man named John Sullivan was arrested, tried, and convicted of the homicides. Another state got its needle into him 6 months ago on an unrelated homicide." The voice pauses, then Oracle adds a correction: "Apparently unrelated. Sullivan qualifies as a serial killer, and it looks like he meets the FBI criteria for an organized type."
sexy_huntress From: sexy_huntress Date: September 17th, 2007 11:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Some time later

American churches have never failed in their determination to be much larger than required - especially when it comes to a small town like Sandybrook. Most Catholic churches in the city have to lock their doors when not holding confession or Mass. Here, the doors sit wide open to allow in the noonday sun. It's in this Victorian Gothic revival doorway that the Huntress pauses now, feeling like an anachronism against the tranquil afternoon outside.

The evidence has been sent back to Oracle. The public library turned up little useful information, except that the elusive "Ray" was seen talking to the priest of this church. She's not entirely persuaded that he won't just invoke Divine Executive Privilege the minute he lays eyes on her.

She finds herself wishing Dinah were here. She always had better people skills - and more encouraging credentials.

Her footsteps echo around the vaulted ceiling.
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: September 17th, 2007 11:46 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Some time later

An older man, broad in the shoulders, kneels in front of the altar, his head bent in prayer.
sexy_huntress From: sexy_huntress Date: September 17th, 2007 11:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Some time later

It's hard to silence booted heels on tiled floor, and the rustle of her cape as she approaches. She stops a few feet from him. Habit forces her eyes upward. Childhood brings the old prayers unspoken to her lips; tainted as they are by her choices as an adult. She hasn't been to Confession in years, but she still crosses herself.
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: September 17th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Some time later

When Father Adam rises, he turns and stops to give her a mild, considering gaze. He draws closer, though keeping a courteous distance, and she can smell the faint odor of tobacco as well as the scents found in any Catholic church.

His eyes are kind as he asks, "How long has it been since your last Confession, my child?"
sexy_huntress From: sexy_huntress Date: September 18th, 2007 01:54 am (UTC) (Link)
She barely misses a beat. "Why?"
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: September 18th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC) (Link)
He spreads his hands before her. "I can't explain it. The mystery of faith."
sexy_huntress From: sexy_huntress Date: September 18th, 2007 02:35 am (UTC) (Link)
She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "People manage to do good things of their own free will every day, Father. That doesn't make them angels or saints."
oracle_watching From: oracle_watching Date: September 19th, 2007 12:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Meanwhile, back in the Clocktower, the specimens collected by the Huntress have arrived and are being processed in the crime lab. Though the process is too slow for Oracle's tastes. Drumming her fingers against her thigh, she asks, "Is it done yet?"
_nightwing_ From: _nightwing_ Date: September 19th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Dick has his feet up on the workstation as he watches the tests run on the monitor. He's done what he can; it's up to the equipment to finish what he's started.

Don't make me pull this lab over.
oracle_watching From: oracle_watching Date: September 19th, 2007 02:07 am (UTC) (Link)

The drumming continues.
_nightwing_ From: _nightwing_ Date: September 19th, 2007 02:09 am (UTC) (Link)
He grins over his shoulder at her.

And you tell me I'm impatient.
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