>>46249703

>Leonard: The Quartermaster, and the only person who has possible dirt on everyone in this establishment. You’re sure you can only trust him as much as you pay him, but he is a person Felinski has known for a long time.

>Your Father: One of the most successful public defense attorneys in Chicago, not to mention he’s your father. If anyone can get Felinski out of this jam through the court system, it would most likely be him. You will need him even if you find the true culprit anyway to argue for Felinski’s release.

>Ben Mather: A close friend from high school, who went to Europe to fight the Krauts. He made it back to become the most popular reporter for the Chicago Tribune. He’s reliable, crafty, and certainly capable of maintaining secrecy when his friend’s skins are on the line.

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>>46249710

Visit Pops. At least then you and Felinsky won't have to worry about getting a good lawyer.

>>46249901

That's one vote for dear old dad.

Father knows best

>>46249973
>>46249901
Looks like Father it is.

>>46250031

>Your Father

--Back to the case--
You decide it best to call your father at his law office. Despite his calm persona, and his strict demeanor toward his children, he paid a rather steep price to ensure that you wouldn’t go overseas to fight in the Great War.

Unfortunately for your father’s supposed kindness in sparing you the misfortune of fighting in the Great War has soured your relationship with him somewhat. You really wanted to go out there and serve in order to build character like your high school buddies did.

You walk down the hall to the phone booth and begin to dial the number for the operator.

“Operator, this is Detective O’Hara, badge number 029301.” You say into the receiver.

“How can I help Detective?” A female voice replies on the other end.

“Can you direct my call to 265 Belmont Ave. Suite no. 1833.” You reply.

“Of course Detective patching you through now.” She announces and then the receiver receives a *click* and begins ringing.

*ring…..* *ring…..* *ring…..*

“Hello, who is this?” Your father’s gruff voice replies over the phone.

“You’re son.” You give a firm greeting.

“Jim? What do you want son, I’m very busy with work. That and your mother and sister are preparing for the party tonight at 6. Do not be late!” You can then hear him shuffling with the receiver ready to hang up.

“Father this is important!” You yell into the phone.

“Hmph… this better be good.” He then awaits your answer.

>Father I have a case where I’d like you to represent a falsely accused man. The PD is attempting to frame the poor guy and let a killer run free.

>Father I have a case where I’d like your advice on. We may have a serial killer on the loose, and I need someone like yourself who has experience representing the suspects of these types.

>Father I just witnessed my partner being arrested for a crime that he most likely did not commit. What can I do to prove his innocence?

>>46250100
>Father I have a case where I’d like your advice on. We may have a serial killer on the loose, and I need someone like yourself who has experience representing the suspects of these types.

I don't believe the man in question is guilty, this whole case seems fishy and I need someone I can trust while all this is sorted out.

>>46250100
1rst
Oh finally I caught it in time.

2nd
>Father I have a case where I’d like you to represent a falsely accused man. The PD is attempting to frame the poor guy and let a killer run free.

3rd
>You’re son
Oh come on QM you can do better than that!

>>46250847
My apologies about that typo. Currently writing a mix of the two.

>>46250688
>>46250847
These two combined.

--Back to the Case--

“Father I have a case where I’d like your advice on. We may have a serial killer on the loose, and I need someone like yourself who has experience representing the suspects of these types.” You say into the receiver after quick pause to gather your thoughts.

“You want to know about the people I defended in the court of law? Specifically a serial killer? Well I’ve defended two of them in the past. The first was a serial rapist and murderer by the name of Stewart Wellner; Wellner was a unique sort, he had a supposed habit of picking women up at bars back when drinking was still legal. After getting them sauced up a little too much and princess carrying them away to his hideaway. He was suspected of putting a few unfortunate women in the grave before the police caught on to it.” He then pauses a bit.

“Then what happened?” You ask trying to egg him on.

“Sorry, had a little worried flashback to an earlier part of my life.” He replies. “The real issue was after he was suspected of murdering 16 women, people were spooked out of there god damned minds. The entire Far North Side of the city was on alert and more and more people called for prohibition due to the nature of these murders. Unfortunately for myself I was chosen to defend the guy.” He then very audibly over the phone reaches for a lighter and begins to puff on a cigarette.

“What happened during the trial?” You ask.

“Here’s the issue here with the trial. The poor guy was just a vagabond, and a Spanish American war veteran down on his luck. He used what little money he made to buy booze for himself. Although it got worse.” He then proceeds to puff some smoke over the phone.
“And? I need details here pops.” You are beginning to get impatient.

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>>46251454

“He was unfortunately an unwanted regular at a few of the bars where the murders took place. He was specifically rude to the attendants and the owners. But they put up with him. It wasn’t until a few of the murders took place around the times he was getting piss drunk that people began to question their cliental.” Your father is beginning to sound a little tired.

“Are you implying that this man was falsely accused?” You try to carry the conversation forward.

“Bingo. The poor guy was a loud drunk asshole, but not a drunk womanizing murdering asshole. If you know what I mean. But the people of Chicago were calling for his head on a pike, and that shit-faced mayor at the time decided to roll with the angry mob.” He then proceeds to let out a sigh.

“So an innocent man got convicted for a crime he didn’t commit?” You then lay it all on the table. You take father’s silence as the confirmation of your answer.

After a while your father speaks up again.

“I regret not doing enough for the guy. I was young and had a lot more energy then. Unfortunately though despite my reputation for being one of the best defense attorneys in the entire city, I still couldn’t save an innocent man.” He then bangs his head on the desk.

“That seems like enough for today; see you tonight son.” He then again reaches to hang up.

“Wait Father! Would you be willing to defend my partner who was arrested under possible false accusation?” You then clutch the phone tightly praying your message got through.

“We can talk about that later tonight.” He replies and then the call ends.

--The Time is currently 14:50--

What do you do?

>Go home and get ready for tonight. Too bad your vehicle is currently in repairs. (Fast forward to home.)

>Write-In (Something that can be done an hour before the party at 18:00

>>46251481
>Write-In (Something that can be done an hour before the party at 18:00
Can we get a copy of the files from the other related cases?

>>46251727
That shouldn't take to long... just got to take it up with records.

Let's see if someone else wants to do an additional task.

>>46251727

Yeah definitely this, that way we can review them and look for discrepancies. I can't think of anything else to do. I'd like to keep our head down for the time being, whoever pinned this on our partner is going to be looking for raised nails at this time.

>>46251947
very well then, I'll work with this.

>>46251947
>>46251727
>Ask records for the other case files.

You walk past your briefing room and make your way to the records department where you are greeted by a young stewardess with blonde hair.

“Hello Ma’am, I’m detective O’Hara, and I am working on a case that I suspect is connected to two others, and possibly a third.” You say to her.

“Okay sir, could you say the name of the case and the other possibly affiliated cases?” She then proceeds to walk to a filing cabinet anticipating your answer.

“I’m working on the case of Mr. James B. Taylor, the affiliated cases are for a Mrs. Dorothy N. Turner, and Mr. Herbert Streufer.” You try your best to annunciate and spell out the names correctly for her.

“Found two files here for you detective.” She then proceeds to walk back to the counter and hand them to you.

“Thank you very much Ma’am.” You say making sure to be polite.

“No need to worry about that Detective. Oh and my name is Madeline, or Maddie as my friends call me.” She then proceeds to look at you anticipating an answer in return.

“Oh yes… my name is O’Hara, Jimmy O’Hara.”

After a few minutes of idle chatter, you then make your way out of the police station and after hailing a cab making your way back to your apartment.

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>>46252771
As you reach to pay the cab fare. The cab driver politely refuses.
“You look you had a day from hell. Don’t bother about this.” The old man says.
“Are you really sure about that sir?” You say reaching into your wallet.
“Yeah don’t bother, I can tell by your looks and the way you were raggedly making your way into my vehicle you were put through a ringer.” He then proceeds to wave you off and speed away to pick up another person.
“Huh… a generous cab driver… didn’t think I’d ever see that.” You mutter, and then look at your clothing. Your suit is ragged and ripped a bit. You notice your hat has an indentation where a bullet must’ve torn through it.
“Well shit… looks like he was right.” You say to yourself.
After a quick shower, and some dressing up into formal attire you make your way to your parents estate in the Far North Side.
It’s beautiful, and a sign of your family’s hard earned wealth. Your father was a self-made man, and the son of some poor Irish immigrants. He worked his ass off as a factory worker to save money to go to school and become a lawyer, and a damn good one at that. You make your way to the large wooden door that marks the entrance to the estate and bang loudly three times on it.

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>>46252799
>sorry about the shitty formating

cont.

“Hello young master O’Hara.” Your family’s old butler Frederick Marshall says as he answer the door in his antiquated Victorian accent.

“Pleasure to see you again Fred, how’re you holding up?” You ask the elderly man.

“Pretty well, just took care of the festivities, and finding suitable contractors for this gala.” He then takes a bow, and begins to usher you inside.

“You must be pretty tired and worked up after all that.” You say to him as he takes your coat.

“I wouldn’t worry about me. I’d be worried about your sister. She’s come of age, and sooner or later potential suitors will make a line straight to her.” He then whispers into your ear… “I don’t like the gentleman whose come here after receiving a personal invite from the young missus, as her boyfriend. Why don’t you keep an eye on them, so this poor sod doesn’t have a to.” He then gives you a wink and a nudge toward the ballroom.

You make your way to the ballroom and are greeted by the sounds of guests dancing and mingling with each other. You spot your sister with her possible boyfriend, and your parents talking with some older affluent people. You can also spot some of your old pals from high school some of whom are married that are here as well.

Who would you like to see first?

>Sister and her boyfriend

>Parents and the blue bloods.

>Old pals.

>>46252849
>>Old pals.

>>46252965
You decide to make your way to your old pals from high school, some of which served in the Great War after graduation. As you walk up to your old pals you are greeted by Mickey Delucca and his high school sweetheart Michelle, Ben Mather and his wife Martha Mather, and finally the old lone wolf Jonathan Hunt.
“Ah O’Hara good to see you again buddy!” Mickey says as he locks you into a firm bear hug which causes your bones to creak a bit. “I haven’t seen you in over a month.” He says before turning to his wife Michelle.
“Hello…. O’Hara. Good to see you again.” Michelle begrudgingly replies after Mickey gestures her to respond. Michelle never liked you, you also aren’t sure why. But just as always she continues to act cold and disinterested in you, and Mickey’s other friends.
“Hello O’Hara, good to see you again! You have any good material for an article in the Tribune?” Mather says as he smacks you on the back.
“Ben, now is not the time to talk about work. I’m sure he’s had a pretty busy day.” Martha than looks at you showing some form of concern about how you’ve been acting so far.
“Hello Jonny, good to see you again old pal.” You say to break the ice, and introduce John into the conversation.
“Hey…. good…. to….. see… you… again…” John replies rather slowly.
That’s right, John was stationed on the front lines, and developed a form of psychological distress and decreased cognitive function. He was awarded a purple heart and two silver stars, no one knew what action they were given for, and no one bothered to ask, the man was psychologically broken enough already. He was pretty reclusive before, but after what he had seen, you could tell your parents invited him as an act of good will and inclusiveness.
“How’s everyone doing? I’ve had quite the day, but now is a good time to ask about how all of you are going on with your daily lives.” You again try to carry on the conversation.

(1/2)

>>46252965

You decide to make your way to your old pals from high school, some of which served in the Great War after graduation. As you walk up to your old pals you are greeted by Mickey Delucca and his high school sweetheart Michelle, Ben Mather and his wife Martha Mather, and finally the old lone wolf Jonathan Hunt.

“Ah O’Hara good to see you again buddy!” Mickey says as he locks you into a firm bear hug which causes your bones to creak a bit. “I haven’t seen you in over a month.” He says before turning to his wife Michelle.

“Hello…. O’Hara. Good to see you again.” Michelle begrudgingly replies after Mickey gestures her to respond. Michelle never liked you, you also aren’t sure why. But just as always she continues to act cold and disinterested in you, and Mickey’s other friends.

“Hello O’Hara, good to see you again! You have any good material for an article in the Tribune?” Mather says as he smacks you on the back.

“Ben, now is not the time to talk about work. I’m sure he’s had a pretty busy day.” Martha than looks at you showing some form of concern about how you’ve been acting so far.

“Hello Jonny, good to see you again old pal.” You say to break the ice, and introduce John into the conversation.

“Hey…. good…. to….. see… you… again…” John replies rather slowly.

That’s right, John was stationed on the front lines, and developed a form of psychological distress and decreased cognitive function. He was awarded a purple heart and two silver stars, no one knew what action they were given for, and no one bothered to ask, the man was psychologically broken enough already. He was pretty reclusive before, but after what he had seen, you could tell your parents invited him as an act of good will and inclusiveness.

“How’s everyone doing? I’ve had quite the day, but now is a good time to ask about how all of you are going on with your daily lives.” You again try to carry on the conversation.

>>46253833

“I’ve been getting by as a factory foreman.” Mickey responds.

“I’ve been writing recent articles detailing the disappearance of the mayor’s daughter. But I realized that the further I dig in, the less clearer material I can find.” Mather than takes a seat at a chair with his wife and then looks toward Johnny as it was his turn to respond.

“I’ve been… looking at… job positions… as a handyman… I learned… a lot of skills… over there…” He says after he sullenly sits down and looks out toward the window.

“Poor guy…” Mickey utters a little too loudly.
After a few painful glares being focuses on Mickey he shuts up.

After the conversation died down a bit, and the music began to start playing again, you noticed your sister and her boyfriend have disappeared off somewhere….

And that is where I’ll leave this thread here… sorry guys, due to the inactivity of tonight I’ve decided to postpone until next week. Thank you to those who participated, and I look forward again to being here.

Take care and have a good night.