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None she can find! Paradigm has access to CPD databases, too, so it's not like there's stuff not available to the public.
She finds news reports of the trial, too, which note a bewildered-looking defendant who allegedly had no priors, and whose public defender claimed he had "literally no means, motive, or opportunity to shoot anyone, much less someone as esteemed as Roy Sheridan."
They found it tossed into Lake Michigan, and any fingerprints on it degraded into uselessness.
The prosecution's main evidence had been Jordan's signed confession, and the fact the fingerprints looked similar to Jordan's. The trial was extremely quick, to the surprise of several of the reporters writing stories she can find.
Then, she focused on on getting a list of the officials in his trial. Judges, the jury, the bailiff, even the court stinagropher.
She'd write the names she could find down before looking up the other prisoner he had mentioned. She needed to know his or her crime, as well as the names of the people in his or her court case.
She would compare the names, see if there was anybody that was the same for the both of them.
The gun was not registered! The prosecution accused Jordan of either stealing it, or buying it from gang members.
"Prisoner 966" is Kellen Vaughan. His trial and conviction were several years ago.
...The reports on him are gruesome. Vaughan is a serial killer who murdered at least twenty women, and an unknown number of men. The final victim, a man, was partially cannibalised. He was actually stopped by an off duty Paradigm agent who stumbled upon him; Vaughan rushed the agent, only to find himself blasted through a wall and knocked unconscious. Cook County State's Attorney Kai Schanburg personally handled the prosecution against him. He made a comment that he would have sought the death penalty against Vaughan, if such things had not been done away with.
Curiously, or perhaps not, he didn't seem to have been directly involved in the trial against Jordan. She can find an oddly noncommittal comment from him about just how speedy that trial was, though. Judge Emerson Shawcross presided over both cases, court stenographer Carla Brimsley and bailiff Jaxon Lang were also present at both trials.
If she reads up on Shawcross, she'll find he seems to have a reputation for assuming everyone who comes before him is guilty - BUT, he leaves the final decision to the jury, and usually tries to consider the weight of the evidence. He told Vaughan to "burn in Hell" while sentencing him, though. He'd been criticised for his lack of decorum.
She felt sick looking over the information on the serial killer, but took the proper notes anyways. She needed to take a break, a deep breath, before she looked into the judge and the others at both places.
She took note of their names, but she couldn't keep looking into them. She felt dizzy with the information she had received, and her heart ached.
She sent one more text from her phone and then grabbed her book, going outside to smoke a cigarette and calm her nerves.
The research will still be there whenever she comes back, so a break is fine!
Something interesting she might find, if and when she gets back to it: one of the witnesses called to the stand, the CPD detective who led both investigations, is the same man, Léon Vaillancourt. Léon is a French expat who climbed through the ranks of the Chicago Police Department with surprising speed, a number of years back, and has developed a reputation for always capturing the right man; some have speculated he has some kind of metahuman ability, but his official comment on the matter was that, if he did, he would be fighting alongside Paradigm or the military to free his brothers and sisters in the homeland.
With no response to her text message by the time she finished her cigarette, she came back and idly searched through what she could read until she found the common name. She furrowed her brows.
She pulled up another tab and searched the cop, looking for any other articles on him. She wrote the name down and printed a picture of the man, wondering if Jordan would recognize him.
She pulls a picture of Detective Vaillancourt! Most articles are pretty normal, cases he was involved in or times he's made statements, but there's a couple on investigations into him on allegations of excessive force - nothing's ever been pinned on him for sure, though. A lot of articles are about him raising various issues that affect refugee communities who fled Europe to escape the wars against the Empire, and championing numerous causes to benefit them, particularly his neighbourhood, an area of Chicago now known as "Little Paris" because it's populated so heavily by French refugees. He's highly respected there, and the people of Little Paris are known in general to be very pro-metahuman and pro-Paradigm.
Because Paradigm has access to CPD records, she can look up the department's files on him too, if they want!
She printed the picture that she had found of the man, and then looked into the prison he had been kept in. She tried to find all of the major players from the prison, their names and pictures, and would print off whatever she could find. The rest of it would have to wait. She needed to ask Jordan a few questions, first.
Taking the pictures she had found, she would return to his holding cell.
She gets a picture of the detective and several of the prison higher ups, including Warden Schall and guard captain Dominic Hursley! Does she look for any other information about the prison, in particular?
When she goes down to Jordan's cell, she finds him curled up into a ball, in the furthest corner from the cell door. He's almost wedged behind the bed.
No, she doesn't. The pictures will have to do what they can.
She furrowed her brows, looking at Jordan, and stepped forward to lightly knock against the glass. "Jordan? Jordan, hon, are you okay?" Her voice was full of concern, her teeth meshed together. Did she need to go and get a doctor? Did she need to do anything? COULD she do anything?
He doesn't look sick! At least, not physically. He looks up with hollow, frightened eyes, red as if he's been crying, but seems to relax a little when he sees her.
As he relaxes, her face softens slightly. She took a deep breath. She could understand the concern, the fear. But she also had good news for him and hoped, almost desperately, that it would help cheer him up.
"I believe you," she says firmly, though her face showed nothing but kindness. "Your trial... It was ridiculous. Absolutely RIDICULOUS. And we're going to catch the sickos behind all of this. If you help us... I think Paradigm could even clear your name."
She seemed to soften at the sound of his voice. He was... hopeful. And she'd do anything to keep that hope going. She nodded.
"Are you kidding? We're Paradigm. We're dedicated to the safety of people, Metas and humans alike. In fact, if you help with the rest of this investigation, I'll even talk to the Director, myself, about getting you into one of the Academies."
Probably not Chicago. He had enough problems in this city and deserved a fresh start. But she WOULD talk to Jack.
"I need you to look through a few pictures and tell me if you recognize any of these people."
She hesitated for a moment, knowing the risks that came with something like that. She gave a slow shake of her head. "I can't do that yet, Jordan. I don't have that authority. But we'll go through these pictures and then I'll go talk to Jack, see if I can't get you outside for some exercise. Okay?"
That softness looked almost... pained for a moment. There was definite sadness there as she sighed, then raised the first picture: Detective Vaillancourt.
"Marcus Rhodes. That's his partner. Dunno much about either of 'em, they didn't exactly give me their life story."
His expression goes back to being bitter and hollow as he considers her question!
"Their idea of 'interrogation' was what I told your friends. Twenty four hours in one of those rooms, no food, no sleep, no water, no lawyer or phone calls or right to talk to my family. Barely even knew why I was in there. They shoved a confession in front of me and wouldn't let me leave until I signed it. I wasn't as strong then as I am now. Then the frog took the stand during my 'trial,' made me out to be somethin' between the Son of Sam and Kharne himself. You know cops, somethin' bad happens they grab the first black kid they see and try to blame it on him."
She winced slightly at the end of his story, pausing her pen just above its scratching on her paper, and stared at what she had written. It was easier to do than to look up at him. Letting out a soft sigh, Eve gave a shake of her head.
"They aren't all that bad, Jordan," she said softly, sadly. "What these guys did is wrong, and I'm going to do my personal best to see to it that it is handled properly. But... Don't let a few bad apples spoil the whole batch, okay?"