"Yeah, he's got a few known associates," replied Detective Clarke to Bill. "Some of them are ambitious guys who want to get made and think he's their ticket in, but mostly they're just hired muscle. He's got a crew of four regulars he usually takes with him on his little boat trips, all of 'em packing heat. There's David "Davey" Jones - he pilots the boat, though Leo himself can do it himself too. Davey's good with a knife and is a fair shot with a rifle. He's got a minor rap sheet, but nothing big. Then there's Gilberto "Bertie" Anselmo. Big as an ox and just as dumb, but don't underestimate him. He's known to carry around a concealed sawed-off shotgun. Guy's been in and out of jail all his life, lots of assault and battery charges. There's also the Violetti brothers, Michael and Luigi. The two of them have clean records, and they're the sort of guys who think they're going places by riding Leo's coattails. Leo usually also has a few girls around on his boat. From what I've heard, he likes to host parties out in international waters where the drugs and the cash flow freely."
Bill's pen scratched across the notepad as he recorded Detective Clarke's comments. "You don't happen to know where Ribisi is right now, do you Detective Clarke?" he asked.
OOC,I haven't seen a post for [b]Charlie[/b] in a while, so I'll assume he hands off [b]Brian[/b] to the officer in the guard room and goes with [b]John[/b]. [b]John Yeager[/b] and [b]Charlie Rawlings[/b] are moving to the following thread. Please stop reading the current thread at this point. [b]Bill Johns[/b] remains in the current thread.
"Not at the moment, no," said Detective Clarke. "It wouldn't surprise me at all if Ribisi's out to sea. He spends a lot of time on that boat of his. Why do you ask?"
"We've had information to suggest he's heading our way," replied Bill. "Knowing where he is right now would have helped us to work out which way he's coming from, but no matter. Listen Detective Clark, you've been a great help, if anything comes of this we'll let you know, ok?"
"Thanks, Sergeant," said Detective Clarke. "If you give me your number, I'll give you a call back if I can get a handle on Ribisi's twenty. He goes to Philly often, so you're probably right about him heading your way. I hope we can get the evidence to finally bust him. If you make any progress, I can hop a train and be down there for the collar."
Bill read the number off the phone to Detective Clarke and thanked him for his time, promising to get in touch when he knew more. He replaced the receiver and sat back in his chair. He wondered what he was doing, playing cops and robbers - he was a university professor for God's sake! What the hell he would do if it started going down and he had to get involved in more than just threatening some punk and making a few phone calls?
He shook his head. Whatever had happened seemed to be tied up with Brian so he'd better go and find out what was happening with him. He tore the page of notes off the pad and stood up, heading back in the direction of the interview rooms to find Yeager and Rawlings.
As Bill walked through the office towards the exit, he passed a desk near the door belonging to one of the detectives. The desk was currently vacant, as the detective had probably gone to the bathroom or on some errand, but there was a radio on top of it that was turned on.
"How's he doing?" asked a man's voice on the radio.
"He's still critical," replied a woman's voice - the same voice he had heard a while ago on the phone when he had answered it! "But at least he seems to have stabilized now. He could still go either way."
Bill stopped when he heard the voice. He looked across at the radio, a sudden river of sweat coolly making its way down his back. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention then picked up the radio and shook it gently. "Who's there? Are you talking about me?" he said quietly, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.
Mary! She was the key to all this. Bill looked furtively around but no one seemed to be watching him. He shook the radio. "You've gotta tell her I'm ok," he croaked.
With a shaking hand, Bill replaced the radio on the desk. Sweat running down his spine, he staggered from the room and into the corridor. Seeing a detective passing, he croaked, "Lieutenant Yeager - you seen him?"
Bill held onto the wall a moment longer until the the shaking subsided. From a nearby water fountain, he splashed water on his face, standing with his eyes closed until the chaotic throughts than ran through his mind had ceased. He blinked, pulled a paper towel from a nearby dispenser and wiped his face. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his clothes and headed in the direction of the holding cells.
Bill made his way back to the central elevators and pressed the call button to summon one going down, then started to wait.
OOC,I'm still waiting for posts for [b]Yeager[/b] and [b]Rawlings[/b] in their thread, so there may be some delay here. If they haven't posted by the weekend, I'll NPC them until their players return.
Bill stepped into the elevator and pressed the button from the basement. While he waited for the doors to close he slumped against the wall of the elevator car, wondering how the hell he managed to get here and what he was going to do about getting home.