Sheriff Duhamel

Herold Duhamel . forty two . current sheriff of bumfuck louisiana . never by the book . a beacon of the law corruption ??? in this town . has no time for your idiocy or racism

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          Daisy barged into the police department, clutching her notebook with the force and           attitude of girl on a mission. She’d had three cups of coffee earlier that day, despite           the cringe-worthy bitterness, but caffeine was a must at that moment. It had been           days since she’d gotten a restful sleep, ever since the last murder, she’d had trouble           keeping her eyes closed for longer than ten seconds.

          The victims had been girls not much older than herself. Wide eyed and pretty, young           things, with so much life ahead of them before it was ripped from their bare hands.           Daisy couldn’t help but feel at risk. The police didn’t seem to be getting very far,           despite suspecting Cassidy Briggs, there was no word on his whereabouts. If he           was guilty, who was to say that Mr. Briggs wouldn’t just appear in her bedroom late at           night and gouge her eyes out, just like Vera Defraine? She needed a sense of security,           and she was going to find it the only way she knew how.

          Daisy waltzed past the receptionist, ignoring the woman’s protests, and headed           straight for the headquarters of the deputy sheriff. She pounded her tiny fist on the           door impatiently. “Sheriff Duhamel.” She spoke with demanding urgency.           “We need to talk.”

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There was a time before all this that the Sheriff's Department wasn't constantly busy. There was a time where he didn't have to deal with Agent Castillo bothering him hourly. That time felt like a very distant past that he could hardly remember. With the manhunt on for Briggs, with all the unanswered questions, with the entire town waiting for things to either get better, or get worse...

When the young high school student came marching into the Department, and stood at his door demanding he speak with her Duhamel had half a mind to blow her off. Pawn her off on one of the other officers and let them answer her stupid questions. If he hadn't known she was likely coming by, he would have too. If there weren’t Federal Agents wandering around the department he probably would have left her out there for longer too, but they seemed to dictate everything he did these days. So he hauled himself out of his chair and walked over to the door opening it, and giving the girl a withering look.

               "Please, come in,” Duhamel spoke in a very unwelcoming tone, but motioned for her to enter his office. “How may I help you, Miss Howell?”

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So inebriated with the information that he was trying share Mitch was miles away from even noticing the federal jackets walking around the lobby. Crossing confused brows at Duhamel’s guttural throat clearing he made a quick check of the area with his peripherals. They weren’t had to miss. Even the most lax of federal pundits seem to have a particularly thorny branch crammed up where the sun don’t shine. A lingering look that left him, once again, on the sheriff’s boot heels. 

Kicking to, it was only a couple quick strides before he was back in company business. Making sure to keep his voice plenty low he pointed out with a stiff finger at the reports. “That’s the thing. Called the coroner last night and he swears on his dead granny’s grave that what he signed off on was legit. Forensics matching autopsy report, nothing out of the ordinary. Now–either he’s lying to us or we just got handed files that don’t have anything to do with anything.”

Continuing the walk that seemed more of a journey than it needed be, Mitch gestured to the funeral home’s place on the map. Westward leaning and partially inaccurate.

“So I think what I’m asking here, as a man who doesn’t know these people like you do…is there any reason the wool’s being pulled over our eyes on this one?”

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It was a near impossible feat to forget when someone hadn't lived in town for a good portion of their lives. Banderson, Kirby... They were new. He had no idea what lottery they lost to end up in a place like this, but it must have been some damn bad luck. Still, he couldn't fault them too much when they did something stupid -- and this? Didn't really seem like it was Mitch's fault. He was just trying to do his job...

"No, I don't."

Herold wasn't lying either, he saw no reason why the Coroner would purposely mess up an autopsy. Especially when they were all trying to damn hard to get through this looking like they knew what the fuck they were doing. His mind immediately went to "this man clearly is trying to ruin shit for you" but that was a completely selfish and paranoid thought. Likely not what was going on either, since he'd had zero problems with the Coroner before this.

Finally, when they got to his cruiser, Duhamel took the papers from Mitch and scanned through them shaking his head and handing them back to the man. "I'm not your Father, Banderson" the two of them were in fact the same age. "What are you doin' here, go get him to do these bullshit reports while you're there in the room. He ain't ever gonna respect you if you don't put your foot down." Duhamel doubted this was lack of respect. But he couldn't let Mitch see that.

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   “I’m so sorry to take up your time, Sheriff,” Elizabeth did a little curtsy as she approached the tall man, knees bending momentarily for just a slight little apologetic dip, her ponytail bouncing with the movement. Her pale fingers were holding onto a white platter, aluminium-foil covering what was stacked on top of it. “I wanted to thank you and your department for all your hard work, so I made you these cinnamon rolls.” She raised the platter a little, indicating. “I know you must not get a lot of time to eat, what with everything that’s going on.”

   “I’ll just take them inside if you’re headed out.” She smiled, and took a step in the direction of the station’s front door, inclining her head to the Sheriff in a polite nod.

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When he turned and spotted Elizabeth Swift walking across the parking lot towards him, he had to admit he was mildly surprised. More often than not the Church and the Sheriff's Department didn't have much of a working relationship -- or maybe he was just biased in those beliefs. Because it wasn't as if they impeded his Officers, but a number of them had certainly tried to impede him as often as they could. Elizabeth always seemed nice enough though, and he was sure no one would forgive him if he turned away cinnamon rolls, because of some moral high ground he pretended to have.

                Still, it would have been better if she had made them coffee instead.

"I'm sure the men and women here will be grateful not to be eating something microwaved for once," Duhamel said, "Don't worry about it, I can spare ya' some time. Let me take you." He gave a smile that managed to be only part a grimace and headed towards the Station with her.

And it wasn't even because he didn't trust any of those Church people to be lurking around the station on their own either... Well, maybe that was a small part of it. "I hope things are fairing well considerin' the circumstances. I know you have a lot of young women in your Churches congregation..." It wasn’t much in the way of ‘polite conversation’, but it needed to be said. There were a number of people in town he didn’t give two shits about, a number he wouldn’t mind seeing leave town in one way or another. But it wasn’t the ones who deserved it that were afraid of what was going on, and definitely not the ones who had been murdered.

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“I’d say it’s somewhere pretty near important.”

Mitch didn’t waste any time dancing around a point, he’d spent the entire afternoon trying to track down the sheriff and he wasn’t about to get a diatribe going now. Knowing the general pace and routing Duhamel walked, Mitch made sure to have the documents open and ready for speculation. Standing hip to hip, as close as he was comfortable, he spread open the vanilla colored folder and practically pressed the papers into the the man’s nose. Close enough that he could smell the xerox fresh scent. 

“Just got the report back from the coroner. And I dunno feel free to call me a Crazy Larry, but I swear the guy must have been drunk when he wrote these up. Nothing correlates. It’s almost as if he was messing up the names or something.” Having to run the gambit of the station at Harold’s side almost forced Mitch to ram into innocent bystanders and dodge errant water coolers, a game he was getting a little frustrated with. Making an effort to overtake him at the entrance of the station Mitch was so bold as to press the bulk of the paperwork to the man’s chest, halt his march.

“Harold? Y’mind taking down the race a notch, your starting to make me think something’s seriously wrong here.”

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It wasn't like Duhamel didn't like Mitch. Among the people who worked in law enforcement he was one of the most reliable. He was also one (of the many) that found himself getting on the Sheriff's nerves often as well. That had never been an exclusive club, now-a-days especially.

                   "Which body are we talking about, here?"

Even having to ask that question, whether he was being honest, or simply just trying to brush the other man off felt callous. Even for Sheriff Duhamel. It was callous. But that couldn't be unexpected. When you were working in this damn department long enough to remember back to the very first murder of a young girl... Callousness had simply become part of the job for him. Or had it simply become the type of man he was now?

Well, now was not the time to have some sort of existential crisis. He had other things to do. He sighed when the other officer stood in his way, and shot him a peeved look, "Nothing 's wrong, but I don't know why you're takin' this up with me, it sounds like it's the coroner y'should be speaking to."

Duhamel noticed one of their little Feds lurking around in the area, and made a noise in his throat before grabbing the file from the other man and exiting the building with a, "C'mon," called over his shoulder. He didn't know what Banderson was going on about this time, but he wasn't going to have this conversation in front of one of the agents that shouldn't even be here.

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“ Are we seriously out of coffee? ”

      Duhamel shut the cabinet door in the small break room and looked around at the deputy standing next to him. The other man gave a noncommittal shrug and Duhamel let out an annoyed grunt. He had more important things to worry about but this place would dissolve into chaos in the next few hours if someone didn’t remedy that real quick.

“ Here. ” He pulled a couple twenties out of his pocket and handed it to the deputy-- then watched the two Federal Agents who had recently taken up residence in town walk into the Station, and snatched the money back up. " Never mind, I'll get it." Duhamel was not in the mood to deal with Castillo, or her partner (especially not Castillo), and he'd been at the Station basically all night. Getting out would probably be a good idea.

                      Like that had ever mattered to him before.

     He even managed to make it all the way out to the parking lot when he heard someone call his name to get his attention. 

The Sheriff slowed his gate and looked around before speaking, "I hope this is important."

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