( six hours have neither cooled nor soothed the bitterness churning like a tornado inside sheriff alvin mcbride, who sits leaned back in his office chair with a look reserved for outsiders and other law enforcement officers, of which detective alexander raskolnikov was both. the bearded man has been in this position for only two years, a blink of an eye compared to his predecessor, who held office for nearly three decades. that man's manner of justice was evenhanded and conciliatory. a folksy, "let bygones be bygones" way to deal with problems. this man, however, was the opposite: a model of asperity possessing a rigid and narrow vision of the future that skewed only toward his enrichment and advancement. and he had it โ at least, the first step was in his hands. after serving as a deputy for five years, stewing in anger, resentment, and ego, he rode into office on a wave of manufactured hate and xenophobia. but this town isn't big enough for him or his ego. someday, he'll outgrow these people and go on to bigger and better things, but that's the future. far off, but near enough that the glow of it urges him to push forth. in the meantime, he has to survive.
so, when detective alexander raskolnikov enters his office, a wave of suspicion and agitation rises within him, and his eyes โ thin slits in his plump face โ pinch together. he is not welcoming. he does not stand or shake the detective's hand; instead, he remains seated and folds his thick, hairy arms across his bulky chest in a petulant and childish act of defiance. his voice is hardly more than a grunt when he introduces himself as sheriff of the county.
but he's the sheriff of the county, so why does he sense this detective could be a threat? is it because he's an outsider, or because he's in a higher position of authority? or because he doesn't like how the detective stands above him and stares down his nose at him when he introduces himself, as though he's the man with the scalpel and mcbride's the frog pinned to the tray, when it should be the other way? it's not as though he's done anything, or committed the murders, or knows anything more about the murders than what's been investigated.
but ask any citizen of rostigebรคume, and they'd say the sheriff's lack of progress โ his seeming inaction is as bad as the murders. it's criticism he can tolerate, especially because the loudest voices belong to those who didn't vote for him, so who cares? sarah lee didn't vote for him. same with that forrester boy, so why care? but, each day that passes without a lead or forward movement, the voices multiply and become louder, particularly from the side that financed his campaign and had voted for him. after all, it was their church and on their altar where sarah lee was discovered without her head. this town is turning into a powder keg that's going to explode up his ass if the cases aren't solved soon. as easy as it was to be elected, it's just as easy to be removed, and that's not a setback or threat, but death. if sheriff mcbride's future is to come to pass exactly as he envisioned, he must work alongside this detective.
alexei sees all this when he looks down at sheriff mcbride's twisted grimace and defensive posture. he studies the carefully arranged awards and certificates on the wall behind him. he notices a framed picture of sheriff mcbride grinning with a hunting rifle and a dead elk, as well as one of him on a fishing boat. alvin mcbride is unsubtle in his ambition and apathy. no effort is given unless it benefits him. he flaunts his triumphs and buffers himself from failure and consequence with money and favors. alexei has known a dozen sheriff mcbrides. his father is the same, so he knows the parameters and obstacles he must maneuver within and around to survive and get anything.
alexei sits down in a chair across from mcbride, sinking into the sickly green plastic cushions. he's more kind and deferential than usual, more than mcbride deserves, but he's willing to let the sheriff be the bigger man if it means he'll help. cooperation with local law enforcement is never vital, but it does expedite the progress of a case. this is sheriff mcbride's home. he knows the people, he knows the history, he knows the land. this case is unsolvable without him, at least not without burning the same amount of time and effort that it'd take to push a loaded truck up a road at the height of rasputitsa. staying on mcbride's good side is a small price if it solves the cases.
a few times, he mentions the sheriff's assistance will be noted, appreciated, and perhaps rewarded. a false promise, as he has no authority or resources to give anything, but a necessary lie, and one that pays off immediately when sheriff mcbride's scowl relaxes a little. either he's learned humility within the past two minutes, or realized that his actual threat is a disgruntled voter base. whatever it is, alexei seizes on it and quickly transitions to discussing the cases.
except for adam forrester, he doesn't reference the other cases or the familial connection between adam, sarah lee, and the others. fortunately, some of the previous murders occurred before mcbride became sheriff, so he might not be aware of them. that seems to be true because he doesn't mention them, speaking as though adam forrester's murder was the first one in the county in the last decade, when noah forrester-sims was found decapitated in an abandoned graveyard only four years ago. but his family is poor and from the next town over, and not in mcbride's circle, and therefore not worth remembering.
he does remember sarah lee and adam forrester, however, and readily offers information about them. sarah lee: always cheerful, always smiling, and always willing to help. recently, she returned here to teach second grade after earning a master's in early childhood education, and was very popular and beloved among the students, staff, and parents. adam forrester was the opposite: sullen, unfriendly, and a loner. at seventeen, he ran away from home and bummed around the west coast for most of his twenties before returning to rostigebรคume to work at his family's scrap yard. the two never met, and probably didn't know of each other. their only shared connection was that they went to the same cafรฉ, shopped at the same grocery store, and walked in the same park. in a small town like this, though, such common similarities mean nothing.
but a similarity between the two does exist, which does mean something. for whatever reason, sarah and adam, along with jane, dennis, brittney, noah, and perhaps more, were murdered because of their family name. the same person is responsible for all these murders, and it'll continue until every branch, twig, and root of that family tree is flattened and burned. but to put forth that idea to mcbride would instantly ruin alexei's credibility, especially if he brought up the possibility that the murderer might not be human. so, he keeps it to himself and asks if either sarah or adam had any enemies or any altercations that could've led to their deaths.
as mcbride begins to explain that no, there were no enemies or altercations for either (though some people disliked and avoided adam), alexei catches a glimpse of a figure moving along the sheriff's polished silver frame, then off the glass of another frame. the frosted texture of the office's windows obscures the figure, but his coiffed dark hair quite easily reveals the figure's identity. felix's presence surprises alexei, provoking a slight raise of his brow that breaks his carefully maintained blank expression, which mcbride takes as a sign to elaborate further on the acres and acres of wildness in the county: dirt roads that twist and turn and disappear into the mountains, dozens of abandoned mines, numerous streams and small rivers that cut through the tangle of towering firs and pine trees. the land attracts scientists, hunters, wilderness and extreme sports enthusiasts, and โ "hippies", mcbride sneers. and the surrounding mountains have some folks from a metallurgical company. mcbride expresses hope that they reopen the mines. get the copper out of the stone and into the streets of rostigebรคume, kitchlew, gray gate, and mรผllerville, he says, but alexei is only barely paying attention. it's getting late, and he has all the information he needs right now: who to question and about what. some of it may be irrelevant, but he won't know until he asks. this investigation might be bigger than sarah, adam, and the forresters. different parties have their own agendas for this county, and each one conflicts with the other. whether these killings are related to those plans is yet to be uncovered, but alexei will dig up and shine a light on what he can. maybe mcbride is right to be afraid.
alexei stands and holds his hand out again. having earned a little respect by letting him speak, mcbride shakes his hand this time, but his grip is firmer than necessary. in a way, a reminder of who the real power here is. alexei pulls his hand away and asks to visit the morgue to see sarah lee. with a slight smirk, the sheriff agrees, even volunteering to call the doctor to give him a heads-up. alexei thanks him and leaves his office.
his face doesn't betray the whirlwind that is stirring in his mind about what needs to be done. the morgue is next. see how sarah lee looks, and if it's similar to the others. adam forrester was buried three months ago, but he still plans to ask the forensic pathologist about him. some information that's too irrelevant or hypothetical doesn't make it into official documents, and sometimes it's more useful than what does. hope is an emotion that alexei rarely indulges in, but this is one of those times when he hopes that they haven't arrived too late to help. that the forensic pathologist can remember something useful, that a witness is still here, and that another person doesn't die.
alexei was right. it was felix who walked into the police station. he expected him to still be at the cafรฉ, chatting up the waitresses or whatever it is he does in his spare time. alexei points to the paper cup in felix's hand and repeats word for word what he said almost seven hours earlier, ) You're not getting in with that.
( and then, alexei leaves and calls over his shoulder, ) Come on. ( the morgue is a several minute drive away, and they're on a tight schedule. )
[sheriff mcbride is two years into his position and has not endeared himself to many. case in point, it doesn't take much to learn that from the more chatty officers as they grab their coffee, despite felix's status as an outsider. they ask a few perfunctory questions about felix too because it's polite and he's new, but it's easy enough to turn the subject around, because sometimes people really only ask when they want to hear themselves talk, and felix is very good at listening for someone of his tax bracket. all it takes is a sidelong complaint about his industrious partner detective raskolnikov, which is the universal opener for the others to pitch in with complaints of their own, and there the floodgates open.
felix learns that sheriff mcbride has all the subtlety of a bludgeon. he learns that he owns a german shepherd named stanley, and that he treats his dog far better than he does people, which is a good sign of the kind of temperaments that rise high in the police force. he learns that progress has been small, encumbered as it is by the sheriff's disinterest. something that may change for the better now that the influential interests of the town are demanding results, and the appearance of two out of state detectives, representative of authorities larger than the town itself.
here felix makes a conciliatory shrug of his shoulders. heโs at the whims of his superiors much like the rest of them, and what else can they do but move forward despite these obstacles? the attempt at camaraderie is very transparent but felix is genial enough that they take it with good humor, just enough to entertain a few more questions about sarah and adam. everyone has good things to say about sarah, less about adam, though someone does say that he should get some credit for getting his life together at the scrapyard, barring the fact that he now no longer has a life to straighten out. it's depressing, and this is where felix feels something beyond playing his part. empathy from someone else on the run, which he immediately tries to squash down because the last thing he needs is to shorten that emotional distance between him and their victims --
he pivots to grace cathedral next. most of the townspeople attend the other, far more local church, sarah included. grace cathedral, felix learns, reserves its long-storied history and immaculate hall for the families that can trace their roots back to ancestors brazen enough to dig into the mountains and claim their mines, and also out-of-towners looking to have ridiculously expensive weddings. felix is not sure if any of that counts as a lead but then again he's not actually the investigator despite what the agency's very convenient badge says, and speaking of investigating how much longer is alexei going to be trapped in that office for?
it's almost uncanny how his question is immediately answered. an officer asks him a probing question about his long detective career, and felix is saved by alexei finally emerging from the den, looking less haggard than felix expected, but then again if six hours in a car with felix hadn't cracked him, then it stands to reason that sheriff mcbride would barely make a dent either. his expression is one of relief, even when alexei delivers the same six words in that precise, flat intonation, much to the amusement of the others.
felix clutches the cup in mock offense as he scrambles on after. outside, the afternoon sun seems to be debating an early turn-in -- clouds blanket most of the sky, casting the car and Alexei before him in almost-grim shadow.]
This is a bribe for the poor sap at the morgue who'll have to put up with -- [he thinks about saying 'you', pauses, and then generously corrects] -- us. And this is for you.
[he still has in his hand the plastic bag from sunshine haus marked with a smiley sun in bright orange, which he attempts to push into alexei's arms.]
I don't know your food allergies, so I just got you their special.
[a tuna melt on rye, which according to the very nice owner, was voted number one by the rostigebรคume police force for ten consecutive years, which felix took as assurance that it's the exact kind of sandwich an investigator type like alexei would probably eat. or maybe it's the exact kind of sandwich he would not eat, considering the long line of familial deaths these same police officers have not put together or solved.
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so, when detective alexander raskolnikov enters his office, a wave of suspicion and agitation rises within him, and his eyes โ thin slits in his plump face โ pinch together. he is not welcoming. he does not stand or shake the detective's hand; instead, he remains seated and folds his thick, hairy arms across his bulky chest in a petulant and childish act of defiance. his voice is hardly more than a grunt when he introduces himself as sheriff of the county.
but he's the sheriff of the county, so why does he sense this detective could be a threat? is it because he's an outsider, or because he's in a higher position of authority? or because he doesn't like how the detective stands above him and stares down his nose at him when he introduces himself, as though he's the man with the scalpel and mcbride's the frog pinned to the tray, when it should be the other way? it's not as though he's done anything, or committed the murders, or knows anything more about the murders than what's been investigated.
but ask any citizen of rostigebรคume, and they'd say the sheriff's lack of progress โ his seeming inaction is as bad as the murders. it's criticism he can tolerate, especially because the loudest voices belong to those who didn't vote for him, so who cares? sarah lee didn't vote for him. same with that forrester boy, so why care? but, each day that passes without a lead or forward movement, the voices multiply and become louder, particularly from the side that financed his campaign and had voted for him. after all, it was their church and on their altar where sarah lee was discovered without her head. this town is turning into a powder keg that's going to explode up his ass if the cases aren't solved soon. as easy as it was to be elected, it's just as easy to be removed, and that's not a setback or threat, but death. if sheriff mcbride's future is to come to pass exactly as he envisioned, he must work alongside this detective.
alexei sees all this when he looks down at sheriff mcbride's twisted grimace and defensive posture. he studies the carefully arranged awards and certificates on the wall behind him. he notices a framed picture of sheriff mcbride grinning with a hunting rifle and a dead elk, as well as one of him on a fishing boat. alvin mcbride is unsubtle in his ambition and apathy. no effort is given unless it benefits him. he flaunts his triumphs and buffers himself from failure and consequence with money and favors. alexei has known a dozen sheriff mcbrides. his father is the same, so he knows the parameters and obstacles he must maneuver within and around to survive and get anything.
alexei sits down in a chair across from mcbride, sinking into the sickly green plastic cushions. he's more kind and deferential than usual, more than mcbride deserves, but he's willing to let the sheriff be the bigger man if it means he'll help. cooperation with local law enforcement is never vital, but it does expedite the progress of a case. this is sheriff mcbride's home. he knows the people, he knows the history, he knows the land. this case is unsolvable without him, at least not without burning the same amount of time and effort that it'd take to push a loaded truck up a road at the height of rasputitsa. staying on mcbride's good side is a small price if it solves the cases.
a few times, he mentions the sheriff's assistance will be noted, appreciated, and perhaps rewarded. a false promise, as he has no authority or resources to give anything, but a necessary lie, and one that pays off immediately when sheriff mcbride's scowl relaxes a little. either he's learned humility within the past two minutes, or realized that his actual threat is a disgruntled voter base. whatever it is, alexei seizes on it and quickly transitions to discussing the cases.
except for adam forrester, he doesn't reference the other cases or the familial connection between adam, sarah lee, and the others. fortunately, some of the previous murders occurred before mcbride became sheriff, so he might not be aware of them. that seems to be true because he doesn't mention them, speaking as though adam forrester's murder was the first one in the county in the last decade, when noah forrester-sims was found decapitated in an abandoned graveyard only four years ago. but his family is poor and from the next town over, and not in mcbride's circle, and therefore not worth remembering.
he does remember sarah lee and adam forrester, however, and readily offers information about them. sarah lee: always cheerful, always smiling, and always willing to help. recently, she returned here to teach second grade after earning a master's in early childhood education, and was very popular and beloved among the students, staff, and parents. adam forrester was the opposite: sullen, unfriendly, and a loner. at seventeen, he ran away from home and bummed around the west coast for most of his twenties before returning to rostigebรคume to work at his family's scrap yard. the two never met, and probably didn't know of each other. their only shared connection was that they went to the same cafรฉ, shopped at the same grocery store, and walked in the same park. in a small town like this, though, such common similarities mean nothing.
but a similarity between the two does exist, which does mean something. for whatever reason, sarah and adam, along with jane, dennis, brittney, noah, and perhaps more, were murdered because of their family name. the same person is responsible for all these murders, and it'll continue until every branch, twig, and root of that family tree is flattened and burned. but to put forth that idea to mcbride would instantly ruin alexei's credibility, especially if he brought up the possibility that the murderer might not be human. so, he keeps it to himself and asks if either sarah or adam had any enemies or any altercations that could've led to their deaths.
as mcbride begins to explain that no, there were no enemies or altercations for either (though some people disliked and avoided adam), alexei catches a glimpse of a figure moving along the sheriff's polished silver frame, then off the glass of another frame. the frosted texture of the office's windows obscures the figure, but his coiffed dark hair quite easily reveals the figure's identity. felix's presence surprises alexei, provoking a slight raise of his brow that breaks his carefully maintained blank expression, which mcbride takes as a sign to elaborate further on the acres and acres of wildness in the county: dirt roads that twist and turn and disappear into the mountains, dozens of abandoned mines, numerous streams and small rivers that cut through the tangle of towering firs and pine trees. the land attracts scientists, hunters, wilderness and extreme sports enthusiasts, and โ "hippies", mcbride sneers. and the surrounding mountains have some folks from a metallurgical company. mcbride expresses hope that they reopen the mines. get the copper out of the stone and into the streets of rostigebรคume, kitchlew, gray gate, and mรผllerville, he says, but alexei is only barely paying attention. it's getting late, and he has all the information he needs right now: who to question and about what. some of it may be irrelevant, but he won't know until he asks. this investigation might be bigger than sarah, adam, and the forresters. different parties have their own agendas for this county, and each one conflicts with the other. whether these killings are related to those plans is yet to be uncovered, but alexei will dig up and shine a light on what he can. maybe mcbride is right to be afraid.
alexei stands and holds his hand out again. having earned a little respect by letting him speak, mcbride shakes his hand this time, but his grip is firmer than necessary. in a way, a reminder of who the real power here is. alexei pulls his hand away and asks to visit the morgue to see sarah lee. with a slight smirk, the sheriff agrees, even volunteering to call the doctor to give him a heads-up. alexei thanks him and leaves his office.
his face doesn't betray the whirlwind that is stirring in his mind about what needs to be done. the morgue is next. see how sarah lee looks, and if it's similar to the others. adam forrester was buried three months ago, but he still plans to ask the forensic pathologist about him. some information that's too irrelevant or hypothetical doesn't make it into official documents, and sometimes it's more useful than what does. hope is an emotion that alexei rarely indulges in, but this is one of those times when he hopes that they haven't arrived too late to help. that the forensic pathologist can remember something useful, that a witness is still here, and that another person doesn't die.
alexei was right. it was felix who walked into the police station. he expected him to still be at the cafรฉ, chatting up the waitresses or whatever it is he does in his spare time. alexei points to the paper cup in felix's hand and repeats word for word what he said almost seven hours earlier, ) You're not getting in with that.
( and then, alexei leaves and calls over his shoulder, ) Come on. ( the morgue is a several minute drive away, and they're on a tight schedule. )
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felix learns that sheriff mcbride has all the subtlety of a bludgeon. he learns that he owns a german shepherd named stanley, and that he treats his dog far better than he does people, which is a good sign of the kind of temperaments that rise high in the police force. he learns that progress has been small, encumbered as it is by the sheriff's disinterest. something that may change for the better now that the influential interests of the town are demanding results, and the appearance of two out of state detectives, representative of authorities larger than the town itself.
here felix makes a conciliatory shrug of his shoulders. heโs at the whims of his superiors much like the rest of them, and what else can they do but move forward despite these obstacles? the attempt at camaraderie is very transparent but felix is genial enough that they take it with good humor, just enough to entertain a few more questions about sarah and adam. everyone has good things to say about sarah, less about adam, though someone does say that he should get some credit for getting his life together at the scrapyard, barring the fact that he now no longer has a life to straighten out. it's depressing, and this is where felix feels something beyond playing his part. empathy from someone else on the run, which he immediately tries to squash down because the last thing he needs is to shorten that emotional distance between him and their victims --
he pivots to grace cathedral next. most of the townspeople attend the other, far more local church, sarah included. grace cathedral, felix learns, reserves its long-storied history and immaculate hall for the families that can trace their roots back to ancestors brazen enough to dig into the mountains and claim their mines, and also out-of-towners looking to have ridiculously expensive weddings. felix is not sure if any of that counts as a lead but then again he's not actually the investigator despite what the agency's very convenient badge says, and speaking of investigating how much longer is alexei going to be trapped in that office for?
it's almost uncanny how his question is immediately answered. an officer asks him a probing question about his long detective career, and felix is saved by alexei finally emerging from the den, looking less haggard than felix expected, but then again if six hours in a car with felix hadn't cracked him, then it stands to reason that sheriff mcbride would barely make a dent either. his expression is one of relief, even when alexei delivers the same six words in that precise, flat intonation, much to the amusement of the others.
felix clutches the cup in mock offense as he scrambles on after. outside, the afternoon sun seems to be debating an early turn-in -- clouds blanket most of the sky, casting the car and Alexei before him in almost-grim shadow.]
This is a bribe for the poor sap at the morgue who'll have to put up with -- [he thinks about saying 'you', pauses, and then generously corrects] -- us. And this is for you.
[he still has in his hand the plastic bag from sunshine haus marked with a smiley sun in bright orange, which he attempts to push into alexei's arms.]
I don't know your food allergies, so I just got you their special.
[a tuna melt on rye, which according to the very nice owner, was voted number one by the rostigebรคume police force for ten consecutive years, which felix took as assurance that it's the exact kind of sandwich an investigator type like alexei would probably eat. or maybe it's the exact kind of sandwich he would not eat, considering the long line of familial deaths these same police officers have not put together or solved.
felix looks at him expectantly all the same.]