Ryan Kreisler had just transferred here. His record as an officer was-- jagged. There were a few brushes with the wrong element, but charges were usually dropped, either by the opposing side, or quelled by his superiors before anything could really stick. And there were brilliant highs, as well. He even had the biggest drug bust in a medium sized city three cities away to his name. It was probably because of that, that he had been able to transfer to Yareli PD so easily. That, and they were always in need of detectives who had some experience with organized crime. Because here crime damn well had all its ducks in a row. Not too long ago, there had been an all out war between part of the national army, and the criminals of this place, affectionately called New City. And the criminals had won. It was a good thing they hadn't been aiming for infrastructure and official positions. Just to make a point with a lot of guns and explosive.
But there had been enough good intent left, that when the bad element receded from the streets, the police force could continue doing their good work. Organized or not, it was hard to keep killers and thieves focused. And the common people of New City had just kept on, even if some of them had been victims of the wild gunfire. They were the product, after all, and while they weren't protected, they weren't target specifically.
It was hard to see, in the beautiful skyline and lights, Ryan had though, when he drove in. For as much bad shit as this lady had in her belly, she sure looked like money and good construction on the outside. He had already made himself a name in the precinct. He'd done the rounds and knew which badges were solid, and which were useful. The ones who would be heroes were few, but somehow they always managed to get up in rather high positions. Maybe it was the city that needed some kind of defense against the overwhelming corruption, or maybe good guys were just more motivated. Either way, Ryan made it his business to know. The tall and athletic newcomer had already been here six months, and palled around with what might well be the next commissioner. Too bad he was on the good side, which meant he only knew of, and didn't partake in, the bribes rampant in the department. Ryan himself wore a particularly beautiful and close-to-the-body suit, bought and paid for by some of the heroine shippers from China town. He'd done his work to earn it though. There was a murder case getting cold on his desk because of it, and the Triad were very happy about that.
Ryan had noticeable features, a well defined face, but the shadows on it were always a little mean, even when he was being sociable and smiling, and shaking hands. His shirt was a deep green and his black tie was held in place with an expensive silver pin. He looked like he was vying for votes rather than just mingling with his law enforcer friends. The policeman's ball. A big event. If he wanted to sell his persona as one of them, and keep suspicions off while he did dark things in the Yareli night, he needed to be here, to be seen. He didn't mind a good party. It was always a rush to stand among these men and women, knowing he did everything they'd sworn to fight. Even his friendship was a mockery to them.
And then he saw something he liked. By the way she dressed, she was a guest. He recognized her soon from one of the photos on his friend's desk. Hah. That made it even better. She was the wife of one of the heroes. The carefree charm he'd seen on the photo, when she and her husband were out hiking, had been replaced with elegance here. But something about her was still inviting, friendly. She was supporting someone she loved, after all, and if you can't feel safe in a banquet hall full of cops, where can you? Ryan came over to her, because he wanted to stand next to the pretties thing in the room. Their difference in height was staggering, and he liked that.
"You're familiar." he said to get her attention, and had his hand out for her before she could think. Her smile was wide, and he kept some friendliness in his eyes to draw her in. He needed her to trust him.
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He remembered that night well. He would have talked longer and joked more in almost lewd ways if Jeremy Andrews hadn't invited himself into the conversation. Eleanor had remained polite but like any dutiful wife she'd paid more attention to her cop husband. Ryan had found it all a bit frustrating, and even though he knew Jeremy was mostly a modest man, it almost looked as though he was flaunting his beautiful woman. That's when the new detective had decided Eleanor would be his next project. She certainly looked the part of a pretty pet.
Ryan stepped out of his black, low-build car. The maroon leather jacket over a black tanktop complimented the badge and glock on the side of his belt well. Or maybe it was the body honed over vain gym attendance and the labor of beating and killing whatever people found themselves on his list.
He looked up at the house paid for with honest cop wages. And maybe with some compliment of an author's advances, if you believed in Elle's writing. It was a decent home, but nothing like the central apartment Ryan had inherited from an aforementioned person on his list.
The doorbell had a very inviting metal frame, but he still insisted on knocking on the admittedly sturdy and secure door. Leave it to Jerry to at least try and keep his wife safe. Ryan waited for Elle to open. He knew enough about the couple that he'd made sure she'd be alone at home. He was excited to see her in her day attire as opposed to the dress she's been in that night, when he decided she needed another man in her life. He bet she'd smell good when she let him in.
"Hi, Elle," he said with just a tinge of urgency pulling at his forehead when the door unlocked and separated from the frame. She knew him, so he'd get in, but he still laid it on thick. "It's about Jerry. Listen, can we talk?" And even though he hadn't asked specifically, she'd let him in.
And once inside he would close the door for her. His demeanor changed. The slight hunch he'd come in with straightened, underlining their unfair height advantage further. He loved that she was so small. His expression was dangerously confident when he looked her up and down. Like he owned her already. She'd find that her husband wasn't so urgently on his mind anymore.
He stood close, all but pinning her between the door and his imposing physicality.
"Why don't you show me around?" He asked hand supporting him against the door, over her head, to let him lean down at her. She'd note he was at least a head taller than her husband.
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