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 It catches up with you, tag Kathryn
JOSEPH L. DORSEY
 Posted: May 18 2017, 10:00 PM
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The space was pitch black. It had only been a couple days since returning from overseas. He hadn't traveled there by conventional means. With each day that passed by after the jump Joseph thought he'd wake up to find a body part had changed. Even worse wake up to being a completely different person. As his eyes shot open Dorsey patted his arms and legs, still the same as he was the day prior. A sigh of relief escaped him as the detective laid in the comfort of his mattress' heavenly embrace. Eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around him, enough to make out the off white color the landlord had painted the ceiling of his bedroom. It was an ugly color, but Dorsey wasn't the type to just go and repaint things. Not that he had the time or anything.

The Chicago police force was keeping him busying. Even with his sudden vacation, his boss was still chewing him out for that move, but it wasn't like he could say he worked for the terrorist group Division had raided the other day. The mess he'd gotten himself in was something deep. Sometimes he felt like he was drowning in paranoia. While there wasn't a team of Division storm troopers busting through his front door to take him away, it still felt like they could at any moment. The waiting was driving him insane with worry. Not that he had much to worry about in terms of loved ones. Paris was thankfully not in his life anymore, not that she'd probably care much about him going to a Division holding facility. They did however have a daughter. Although he gave up the rights to her ages ago, Dorsey still cared about her. She didn't want his child to go through his life with a label hanging over her and her old man's head.

Slowly sitting up, feet slug off the edge of the bed, Dorsey rubbed the sleep from his face. The bed made only a slight protest had he removed himself and walked towards the bathroom. Flipping the switch with the index finger of his right hand, Dorsey squinted against the bright which showed him the modest master bath. Turning the tap on, hand's cupped to gather water and splash it's warmth upon his face. Even through a limited vision his features looked worn out. At least he'd managed to get a few solid hours in he'd guessed. It was still dark out, which didn't mean it was middle of the night, but hopefully he'd find sleep again.

Flipping the switch downwards, the detective proceeded to walk back towards the embrace of the sheets. The air conditioner was off, window was open to the night's warm air. Hailing from the west, Dorsey didn't like to relay on air conditioning, unless it was really needed. The spring hadn't been too horrible, but was nothing like he'd grown up with in New Vegas. There the night's were almost has hot as the days, only a few degrees gave it's citizens relief.

Freshly shaven face had just hit the pillow top, eyes closed to try and recapture what he'd lost. A familiar ring tone played from his night stand. The early two thousand's ring tone belted it's alert at the young detective. Chris Cornel sung about how you knew his name. Dorsey had a soft spot for that generation of music. Back when music felt good to him. It was a shame that the singer had killed himself all those years ago during the war. "Dorsey." The man answered in a perfectly calm and polite tone. "Get your ass up and head over to Lincoln Park. Worthington estate. We got a stiff there. I'm putting you on this. Townsend can take over the case for the mean time. I don't need to tell you that this is a high profile person do I?" The veteran of the Chicago Police Force said with this gruff voice. "No sir. I completely understand. I'll be over right away." The chief hung up on the other end of the line. Likely dispatch had taken the call, sent uniforms, but decided to also inform the higher ups.

Quickly he dressed in jeans, form fitting white tee, and black sneakers. Pistol was holstered on his hip has he walked to the living room and snatched up his keys form the bowl in the shape of a kidney bean on a small table near the door. At this hour none of his neighbors would probably be a awake. Joseph felt bad has he started up the Dodge, and set forth to the Lincoln Park section of town. Blue police strobe light allowed him to pass through what street lights he could with speed. This wasn't how he wanted to meet Kathryn Worthington again. Not that he was planning on hearing anything from her post the gathering at the park.

He'd have to give his feelings the back seat while investigating this. Not that he thought the heiress had done anything. From what he gathered from his boss, Kathryn was probably more the subject of an attack or something. He didn't say anything about arresting her. Joseph was a smart man, or liked to think he was. He could read a crime scene well enough. Not just that, but he was a good judge of character, able to tell if something didn't connect in a person's story.

Marked police vehicles and one single ambulance were of course stationed outside the business woman's residence. Their flashers illuminated the night, beating the dark back just a tad. Parking his truck just outside of the gathering, Joseph made his way toward the front of the house. It looked old, probably building long before he was even born. The price tag was clearly outside his budget. Reaching for his belt, he showed one of the on scene officers. "Lt. Ramsey sent me. Detective Joseph Dorsey." The taller man said to the portly little beat officer, who'd clearly been on the force longer. The uniform just nodded and allowed him to proceed.

From the outside everything looked fine. "They inside?" Joseph said turning to the uniform as he had already passed him. "Yeah, just go through the front." The cop said going back to watching the outside, not that anyone was gathering too much. Just a few neighbors gathered at the edges. Joseph made his way through the wall front and up to the door. Trying the knocker, it gave without hesitation. A woman opened the door, greeting him with a not so pleased look. "Evening." In the distance he could hear the police radio go off about his arrival on the scene. The woman parted ways and allowed him to enter. Stepping through the portal Joseph discovered a different kind of world. A wide array of wealth allowed a person to live a completely different kind of life. Dorsey politely closed the door behind him.

"This way." The woman said to him and the detective followed without protest. Detective Dorsey took in what little could of the house as he was brought to what he guessed was a family friend or employee of the Worthington family. One of the officers looked to be keeping the heiress company. From the sound of it, going on about his kids or something. The other officers were probably at the location of the main issue. Standard response when dealing with a situation like this. Less likely that the scene get contaminated. "Evening." Joseph addressed the room. "I can take it from here." Saying to the guy who clearly like to over share about his offspring.

Eyes remained locked onto the city employee as he left the room. Once gone he returned his focus back to Worthington. "Sorry to do this to you. I'm sure the guys asked you what happened, but I'm going to need you to tell me. From the beginning." Joe said without confrontation, but just a calm easy tone. He wasn't there to accuse her of anything, but just find out what the hell had happened.
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KATHRYN W. WORTHINGTON
 Posted: Jul 14 2017, 11:33 PM
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There was nothing that could have prepared Kathryn for what one of the members of her security team had discovered in the pool. She had felt her meticulously crafted mask of 'everything's fine' begin to crack as her head of security explained the situation to herself and Althea. She had already started to internally spiraling when Enzo got to the "There's something else" aspect, his voice was farther away. Until the word 'mutant' snapped Kat's mind back into her body. She was of the opinion that he should have started with 'dead mutant' rather than 'dead body'. In her post-abduction life, the 'm-word' had begun having a stabilizing weight to it that could snap her out of anything less than alert state of being and into a mode of utmost focus.

While she had respect for the process, the constant in and out of the CPD and their forensics team was growing tedious. Answering variations of the same questions repeatedly did not help this at all. It was only a matter of time before investigators from Division or the MCEA arrived and Kathryn did not look forward to this either. It meant answering the same exact questions all over again and the fact that even more people would be traipsing through her home. She loathed strangers in her personal space, and her home most certainly counted as personal space. There was another knock at the door and all the heiress could thing was at least this one knocked.

Kathryn stared blankly at the empty fireplace as she sipped at her second cup of Irish breakfast tea. She had already been awake when the discovery was made and on some level she was glad for this. At least she wasn't sitting there in her pajamas. Changing her clothing after a body was discovered floating her pool would perhaps send the wrong message. All she had done was add a power-blue zipup hoodie on top of her workout attire. Despite the early hour she had been in the gym and had already gone through the most physically strenuous part of her routine and moved onto meditation. Kit was willing to bet that the gym still smelled of incense and blown out candles.

She found it easier to focus on her mind-work while the world slept - and it was the only time her new found mindscape coach was available. Prior to M-Day René had been a mutant with the ability to create vast dreamscapes and bring people inside them, or enter the minds of others. He had done great things with his powers including waking those in a coma or catatonic states. The heiress had found him through her connections to the old X-Men. She had studied the Method of Loci for years and had built herself an impressive 'mind palace' to store her memories in, but the memory wipe that had been preformed on her had tampered with a little too much of the palace. Which was where René came in. Though he could not enter her mind and help her recover her memories that way, he could talk her through it while she was in a meditative state. Kathryn found this to be a better, safer, alternative than seeking out an active telepath for aid and though this was a slower method it was getting results in its own time.

It had taken months of daily practice but she had pushed the fog out of the palace and onto the grounds. From there she had pushed the fog back farther and wrangled the missing memories into one area. There was now a small pagoda on a small island in the middle of a pond. She could now make out the gables and the general shapes on the island but there was no way to get to it. Those memories were still just that little bit too far from her grasp. This all perhaps added to her agitation with her current situation and made it more difficult to feign interest in the police officer's story about his children.

Though they had only interacted twice within the year of having met, Kit immediately knew the voice of the man Althea had just shown in. She made every effort to keep herself from reacting to this new development and quietly sipped her tea and politely smiled at the officer the detective had just dismissed. Kathryn was willing to bet Detective Dorsey had been specifically assigned to this case due to their having been seen together during the winter festival. She couldn't tell whether or not this was a good development or not, though she was willing to bet it could potentially make it easier to get answers and keep up to date on the investigation with him playing a part in it. Not that they had been particularly adept at keeping in touch.

Kathryn looked up at the detective who appeared to be genuinely apologetic over making her go over everything for the umpteenth time. His height seemed exaggerated from her seated position. Dorsey was calm and collected, which made it easy to maintain an air of neutrality. "I'm sorry, I can really only repeat what I was told by my head of security." Kat gestured towards the general direction of the doors that lead out to the pool when she mentioned Enzo. He was out there with the officers. Keeping an eye on both the city employees and the body itself. Before the police had been called they had decided that there should be someone keeping an eye on everyone who came and went. None of her staff would put it past the Chicago Police Department to plant or tamper with evidence. Everyone knew the department had a reputation for being corrupt. "I was in the gym with Mr. Herveaux when the body was discovered. I honestly have no when or even how a dead man came to be in the pool."

Kathryn casually set the teacup down on its saucer and then placed them both down on the antique table in front of the equally aged sofa. Standing slowly, she gestured towards an archway that lead farther into the house. "I can however take you to the security office. The entire estate is wired with fully functioning security cameras." She did not mention that the footage had already been backed up to prevent tampering on that front, or even if the department accidentally 'lost' the footage. Kathryn would have liked to have looked everything over herself by now but there hadn't been time for that, but it was likely for the best. This way she could say with honesty that she did not know what had happened.
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JOSEPH L. DORSEY
 Posted: Feb 12 2018, 10:39 PM
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Joseph made a note of the fact that Miss Worthington did in fact not know how the body ended up in her pool within the confines of his notepad. Her appearance didn’t seem to show any sign that she was overly fond of the man found floating within the premises. ”That’s fine. Understand that I have to ask these sort of questions. Any idea who the man was or who would have cause to do this to you?” Joseph said closing the cover of the pad as the heiress mentioned being in a different part of the house.

”Mr.Herveaux? Your aid?” The detective said injuring about the person she claimed to have an alibi with. He’d ran into once before, that didn’t really give him a heads up on the type of person she was, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of murder.

Dorsey nodded and followed the shorter woman through the wealthy house. ”That’ll help us out. Thanks.” The man said as he rounded a couch and down a hallway. The house didn’t at all smell, not even of chemicals. The fact wasn’t lost on the police officer that Kathryn probably had a small army take of the grounds. It wasn’t lost on him that if there had been a struggle within the confines of the building that a cleaning crew could have fixed the house. It wasn’t that he cast a shadow of doubt on the brunette, but had to consider all the motives. ”These cover the whole estate?” Dorsey said passing by pieces of art as the walked.

The dollar value of those works were probably quoted higher than his yearly salary. The woman seemed to keep a rather positive and friendly atmosphere. It was definitely a major change from his own residence. This own apartment wasn’t dirty, but just looked so plain in comparison. ”I’m sure my associates will need to take those hard drives.” The detective said as the were making their way towards the offices of the security crew. ”How many individuals do you employ here Miss Worthington?” Joseph said trying to get a feel for how many people he’d have to question. ”I’m going to need contact info on everyone. Even if they are part time, full time, or make occasional house calls.” Someone had access to the grounds of the heiress’ estate. Telling by a brief glance it wasn’t something easily done. Likely the woman spent quite a bit of money upon making herself feel safe.

The room in which the men who guarded her looked rather comfortable, no crowded at all. Joseph’s eyes scanned the room as they walked into it. It seemed like a typical sort of setup, monitors with every camera of the property being displayed.

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