The Truth is In There (PG)
Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:21 am
The Truth is In There
By Nutmegger911
Initial Post Date: March 4, 2012
Author’s Note: This was inspired by our “Grammar Day” conversation. It takes place right after Sonata, during the investigation into Emma Monaghan's escape. Just as always, the story is mine, I'm playing with my pal's dolls.
The Truth is In There
By Nutmegger911
“State your name for the record.”
“Guillermo Gasol.”
“And how old are you, Mr. Gasol?”
“Thirty-three.”
The technician's eyes shifted up momentarily. “What is your occupation?”
“I’m an assistant medical examiner in the Los Angeles County Morgue.”
“And you work nights; is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“In your position do you ever drive county-owned vehicles?”
“Sometimes, when there is a body and the regular driver is not available.”
“When you drive, what vehicle do you use?”
“The coroner’s van.”
“And where is the coroner’s van kept?”
“In the motor pool.”
“Is that the same motor pool where out of service ambulances are kept?”
“Yeah.”
“So you admit you have access to ambulances.”
“If you call that access, then yeah.”
“I do. On the night of May 16th did you have access to ambulances?”
“What?”
“The night Emma Monaghan escaped, were you working?
“Yeah. Yeah, man, I was working.”
“So that night; the night Emma Monaghan escaped, you had access to an ambulance.”
“I couldn’t tell you.”
“You just said you have access to the motor pool.”
“I can’t tell you if there was an ambulance sitting there. That ain’t none of my business.”
“So what is your business?”
“Dead people. I take care of the dead; that’s my business.”
“What about Emma Monaghan? Is she your business?”
“If she’s dead, she’s my business. Was she dead when she escaped?”
“Don’t be a smartass. We know you were working that night and you fit the description of the ambulance driver given by one of the corrections officers. So save yourself some time and tell me, what you know about Emma Monaghan’s escape.”
“Look man. I don’t know nothin’ about no escape. I can’t tell you what happened. ”
A man in a well tailored suit spoke up. “Is that why you called my client in for questioning? Because a prison guard who couldn’t keep track of his prisoner said he saw a stocky Latino driving an ambulance? What did you do, put his photo next to four white guys and an Asian and then ask for an ID? Your ability to compel employees to submit to a polygraph does not give you license to intimidate them for your fishing expedition. Come on, Mr. Gasol, we are leaving.”
Guillermo removed the wires of the lie detector and followed his attorney out. On the other side of the interrogation room window a harried looking detective turned to ADA Talbot, “I know this guy is good for it. I can feel it in my gut.”
ADA Talbot pressed a button and spoke into a microphone mounted on the wall near the window. “Adam, what does the polygraph say?”
“According to this, the only thing he lied about was his age. But that could be an anomaly,” the technician replied.
Talbot looked at man in the room with him. “Dave, I know you want this case cleared as badly as I do, but this guy passed a polygraph and everything you have is circumstantial. I don’t think he did it.”
Later that evening:
Claudia poured a couple of glasses of red. “So how did it go?”
“Fine. I passed with flying colors.”
“Really?” It wasn’t often that Claudia was visibly impressed. “You beat a polygraph? How’d you do that?”
“Simple,” Guillermo grinned. “I told the truth. I don’t know nothing and I can’t tell them what happened.” He clinked his glass against hers.
Claudia leaned in and Guillermo could feel her smile as she kissed him. “Now that’s what I like in a man.”
By Nutmegger911
Initial Post Date: March 4, 2012
Author’s Note: This was inspired by our “Grammar Day” conversation. It takes place right after Sonata, during the investigation into Emma Monaghan's escape. Just as always, the story is mine, I'm playing with my pal's dolls.
The Truth is In There
By Nutmegger911
“State your name for the record.”
“Guillermo Gasol.”
“And how old are you, Mr. Gasol?”
“Thirty-three.”
The technician's eyes shifted up momentarily. “What is your occupation?”
“I’m an assistant medical examiner in the Los Angeles County Morgue.”
“And you work nights; is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“In your position do you ever drive county-owned vehicles?”
“Sometimes, when there is a body and the regular driver is not available.”
“When you drive, what vehicle do you use?”
“The coroner’s van.”
“And where is the coroner’s van kept?”
“In the motor pool.”
“Is that the same motor pool where out of service ambulances are kept?”
“Yeah.”
“So you admit you have access to ambulances.”
“If you call that access, then yeah.”
“I do. On the night of May 16th did you have access to ambulances?”
“What?”
“The night Emma Monaghan escaped, were you working?
“Yeah. Yeah, man, I was working.”
“So that night; the night Emma Monaghan escaped, you had access to an ambulance.”
“I couldn’t tell you.”
“You just said you have access to the motor pool.”
“I can’t tell you if there was an ambulance sitting there. That ain’t none of my business.”
“So what is your business?”
“Dead people. I take care of the dead; that’s my business.”
“What about Emma Monaghan? Is she your business?”
“If she’s dead, she’s my business. Was she dead when she escaped?”
“Don’t be a smartass. We know you were working that night and you fit the description of the ambulance driver given by one of the corrections officers. So save yourself some time and tell me, what you know about Emma Monaghan’s escape.”
“Look man. I don’t know nothin’ about no escape. I can’t tell you what happened. ”
A man in a well tailored suit spoke up. “Is that why you called my client in for questioning? Because a prison guard who couldn’t keep track of his prisoner said he saw a stocky Latino driving an ambulance? What did you do, put his photo next to four white guys and an Asian and then ask for an ID? Your ability to compel employees to submit to a polygraph does not give you license to intimidate them for your fishing expedition. Come on, Mr. Gasol, we are leaving.”
Guillermo removed the wires of the lie detector and followed his attorney out. On the other side of the interrogation room window a harried looking detective turned to ADA Talbot, “I know this guy is good for it. I can feel it in my gut.”
ADA Talbot pressed a button and spoke into a microphone mounted on the wall near the window. “Adam, what does the polygraph say?”
“According to this, the only thing he lied about was his age. But that could be an anomaly,” the technician replied.
Talbot looked at man in the room with him. “Dave, I know you want this case cleared as badly as I do, but this guy passed a polygraph and everything you have is circumstantial. I don’t think he did it.”
Later that evening:
Claudia poured a couple of glasses of red. “So how did it go?”
“Fine. I passed with flying colors.”
“Really?” It wasn’t often that Claudia was visibly impressed. “You beat a polygraph? How’d you do that?”
“Simple,” Guillermo grinned. “I told the truth. I don’t know nothing and I can’t tell them what happened.” He clinked his glass against hers.
Claudia leaned in and Guillermo could feel her smile as she kissed him. “Now that’s what I like in a man.”
How clever of Guillermo! He told the complete truth, and still managed to walk away a free vamp. 
Well done! 
