That's Your Job Poppy,Not Mine

Chapter Three -- That's your job, Poppy, not mine.

"He is trying to distract you, he is extremely manipulative, don't let him get to you." Kate Patel spoke to her through the ear plug and Poppy ignored her.

"Yes, I get that often." Poppy told Pierce, then she spoke "You graduated with a First Class from Harvard Law, and according to your file, you grew up in Harlem, New York, that is a notable residential area, and you had a wonderful life, good family, never married, wonderful friends. How fascinating. What makes a man like you snap? How did you live the American Dream and yet, become so messed up?"

"I have a First Class from Harvard Law, Poppy, you should know damn well that I won't budge." He stated simply and she nodded, he was not going to tell her how he became so messed up, how he murdered over forty random people with no connections or motive, perhaps, she needed to pack up, and continue this another day.

This was her first introduction to Markovic Pierce and she had had enough read unto his character and she needed to work on everything she knew.

"Nice wedding ring, who is the lucky guy?" He asked out of the blue and she frowned at him as she tried to figure out his endgame, what game was he playing, was he stalling? Why would he be stalling?

"What does love mean to you?" She countered and she could see she caught him off guard, or perhaps that was what he wanted her to think.

"Nothing." He responded and she nodded, she didn't expect him to answer, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. "Do you feel any emotional connection towards people?"

"No, I don't, but I imagine that is about to change soon." He responded and she frowned "Can you elaborate on that, Mr. Pierce?" "I can, but I don't want to." He shrugged and she nodded, he was giving her nothing, but this was the first day after all.

"You were arrested by the FBI at your condo in Beverly Hills three weeks ago. How?" She frowned and he stared at her "How?"

"Yes, how were you caught? How did you let yourself to be caught? You have murdered over forty people in very creative ways, and the murders took place in less than five months, but you were not caught until three weeks ago. You evaded capture for so long and somehow, you were arrested in your home. So, Pierce, Why?" She articulated and he exhaled "That's your job, Poppy, not mine."

"Ask him about the Senator's brother." Kate's demanded through the comm and Poppy shifted in her seat. Normally, she had a certain order of interrogations, but Pierce shook it off immediately he walked into the room, and while she would have ignored the Agent's, this seemed like a good time as any.

She got up, took the file and paced around the room, she read "Stephen Donovan was an accountant and he worked for one the biggest Financial Organization in the country, he was forty two years old. Stephen was a dedicated accountant and a family man, his older brother - Scott Donovan is a Senator. Stephen was married to Lisa, and he had been married to her for sixteen years, they had two children, Emily, who is twelve and Jack, who is nine. He coached Little League and enjoyed gardening. He lived in West Orange, New Jersey and he was loved by fellow coaches, colleagues and neighbourhood acquaintances."

"You murdered Stephen Donovan in the Office Parking lot, by shooting him directly in the heart, the gun shot was precise, very precise, because Donovan bled to death before help could arrive, and from the looks of it, you used a silencer on your gun. Stephan Donovan was a simple man, and the only reason you could have killed him is because of his connection to Scott Donovan, but that does not make sense, does it? There is no connection between Donovan and Kim." She rambled on, and Pierce stared at her, with dark eyes as she tried to unravel his murders to no avail.

"Maya River. Maya was nineteen years old, a college student. She was a bright and adventurous freshman, she loved animals and loved to volunteer. Her parents are Rohit and Nalini River, and she has an older brother, Raj River. There was nothing particular spectacular about Maya River, she lived a simple life, she attended classes and parties, she was a smart student and was destined for grate places, her family lived a simple life, too and her boyfriend was madly in love with her, apparently, he was going to propose to her when they graduated." She remarked, frowning, desperately trying to find the missing link.

"Maya's life, and dreams were cut short when you strangled her to death, at the college library, New York University. You murdered her by crushing her windpipe with your fist, she was nineteen years old, how could she have made the list?" Poppy was beyond disgusted in Pierce, he murdered a nineteen years old girl in cold blood and showed no remorse, he deserved the chair.

"The list?" Markovic frowned at her and she looked at him and for the first time since their conversation started, she could see the first crack of a real emotion from him.

"Yes, you obviously had a list. James Johnson was sixty five years old, he was a retired teacher and a community volunteer, he enjoyed woodwork and storytelling. He lost his wife, Margret to breast cancer years ago and he lived alone, his children, Micheal, who is forty and Sarah, who is thirty-eight all live far from him, but they paid him a visit twice a month. He was a beloved man in the White Plains, and his death shook the community." She read from the file.

"You murdered James Johnson in the Park, at night, you stalked him and when you found he was alone, you slammed a boulder on his head over and over and over. There definitely has to be a list, Pierce and I'm gonna find it." She narrowed her gaze at him.