The following are excerpts of the notes taken by Reziphel, one ofanite recently created for the service of the Archangel Gabriel. These notes were taken during an interview with 2 inmates currently being held at Allenwood Correctional Facility in Allenwood, Pensylvania. The first of these interviews is with 36-year-old Enril Bernal, the second is 23-year-old Marcial Montessa. Because of an incident involving another visitor to the prison the persona known as Dr. Lord is not able to assist in the interview, leaving the rest of the "interviewers" to do as best they can with Reziphel offering to take notes. Those other angels in the room are Appoggiatura, a kyriotate inhabiting the body of the prison gaurd; Zenaniel the malakite currently assuming the alias of Gil; and Shilom the mercurian, in her role as FBI Agent Janet Stone. Before the interviews and between there was a short length of time in which the ofanite Reziphel was unable to move about in his usual manner, but fortunately was able to occupy himself with writing down some of his own thoughts during the interim. Although the interviews with the prisoners themselves take only half a page each, there were several pages of unpunctuated fine print of which our scholars were able to partially decipher at least the letters of some of the more legible passages, if not individual words. It is thought that these passages bear some relevance to the interviews and for that purpose the transliterated portions are included here.
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(And so on for the front and back of nearly 3 pages.)
ENTER Ernil Bernal, a 36 year old Peruvian. His clothes are rumpled and his face is dirty and unshaven, his hair also in a similar "scruffy" looking array. He looks pale, afraid. He sits.
Gil: [stares intently at the prisoner] "No longer a suspect."
Janet: "Ernil Bernal, age thirty-six, do you know why we're here? Do you understand the nature of the charges brought against you? Do you understand that we might be able to make you an offer concerning those charges depending on how well you cooperate with us?"
Ernil: "No, uh... speak... English."
Janet: "I'll try again. [Says the same in French, the other language she knows.]
Ernil: "Kay?" [Looks at the guard, confused, pleading, as if the guard had spoken to him in his language before and should be able to help.]
Guard: [shrugs his shoulders]
Shilom: [sings the Song of Tongues on Appoggee]
Guard: "Uh, Ernil, what Agent Stone is trying to ask you about is the theft you committed with Iglesias and the murder..."
Ernil: [says something in a language I don't understand]
Guard: "He doesn't do murders." [Listens to Ernil.] "They haven't caught him yet?"
Janet: "That's just the thing. We need your help to catch Iglesias. Is
there anything you can tell us about the murders?"
Guard: [repeating this to Ernil in what will seem like his native
language] "That's just the thing. We need you help to catch Iglesias.
Is there anything you can tell us about the murders?"
Ernil: [says something]
Guard: [translating to us, seeming like he's repeating it to us in
Ernil's language] "I don't do murders, man."
Janet: "You were caught with evidence directly related to the crimes
committed by Iglesias, and we have reason to believe these are somehow
connected with the murders of Susan Rojas and Luis Zurita."
Guard: [repeats to Ernil]
Ernil: [blah blah blah]
Guard: "Sure I steal shit, but I ain't no murderer, man."
Janet: "Rosendo Dominguez?"
Ernil/Guard: "I don't know that one..."
Janet: "Maximo Camacho?"
Ernil/Guard: "I don't know."
Janet: "Do you have any idea where Iglesias is?"
Ernil/Guard: "I don't know!"
Janet: "Can you tell us where you met him while you were working for him?"
Ernil/Guard: "New York, always met him in New York... listen, I ain't no snitch. If you can't find him, you can't find him, and I can't help you find him if he doesn't wanna be found."
Janet: "Do you know where he might have gone?"
Ernil/Guard: "He's probably gone back to Peru. Why don'tcha go look
for him there?"
[Appoggiatura inhabits Ernil Bernal and, still under the Song of
Tongues, is led by the prison guard he had most recently inhabited back to
his cell. On the way past the cell of Marcial Montessa he exclaims, "I'm
sorry, I had to tell them everything!" Appoggee returns to the body of
the guard once Ernil is in his cell, and goes to bring Marcial to the
interviewing room. The plan at this point is to offer a bargain to
Marcial during his interview for confirming what the angels have yet to
find out...]
ENTER Marcial Montessa, 23 years old. He is in better shape than Ernil, but he is much more inexperienced and walks without fear. He looks resolved, he sits, he slumps in his chair.
Gil: [looking at Marcial] "He likes dogs."
Guard/Appoggee: "Is that good or bad?"
Janet: "Look, your friend told us everything. All we need from you is confirmation. If we get that, maybe we can do something for you. If not..." [shrugs]
Marcial: "Let me think here. Iglesias, you ain't caught him yet?"
Janet: "Uh, well... no. Can you tell us where we might find him? Maybe tell us something about the murders that occurred..."
Marcial: "Look! I don't know nuthin' about no killings, and if Ernil says so he's lyin!"
Janet: "Ok, ok, no need to get upset. We're just trying to find out what happened. If there's something we can use we can give you the same deal as your friend."
Marcial: "I ain't heard no offers."
Gil: "You want to feed a dog. There's honor in that."
Marcial: "Yeah, so, it's my dog. What's it to ya'? My mom takes care of it for me. It's just hard to keep money around here. You don't make very much when you're in prison and when you make anything at all it's not easy to keep a hold of it, but you probably wouldn't care about that."
Janet: [Looking puzzled.] "Well, we can help you with that for a start. One, anything you do to help us will go well during your trial if we catch Iglesias, and two we can protect you while you're still in here. As for your, uh... dog... well, we can probably make sure you get into one of the better work programs, maybe even outside work release depending on behavior and such. We can also make sure payments are made directly to your mother if you're worried about where the money winds up going."
Marcial: "Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. More promises you probably won't keep. Fine, whad'ya really wanna know."
Janet: "Let's start with Iglesias. What can you tell us about him?"
Marcial: "Iglesias is an asshole, got some thing about this stuff, a few knives, a few cups. Wears it, plays with it, whatever he can get."
Janet: "Wears it?"
Marcial: "Parading around in his stuff with his backflap and the clothes and the staff."
Janet: "Can you describe this staff?"
Marcial: "This sceptre thing, roughly a foot and a half long with carvings on it, always carrying it around like he was some kind of king or somethin'."
Janet: "Any idea where he might have hidden these items. They weren't at his apartment, we've already been there."
Marcial: "I don't know where he kept the good stuff, he didn't want to let go of the backflap thing. Didn't want to let go of much of anything, we really didn't tell him when we went to sell that. Got real upset if you messed with some of the weird stuff, too. Didn't used to be like that."
Janet: "What do you mean?"
Marcial: "He changed, six months before getting caught, sometime after he met Hanley."
Janet: "Would this be Marshall Hanley? Could you describe him?" [Marshall Hanley - the name in the message on the answering machine in Iglesias' apartment.]
Marcial: "Yeah, basically this white, forty-something New Yorker. Always hanging out with this other guy, Peruvian named Curasco... Armando Curasco. Scary dude, Curasco, always with Hanley or he'd be sent by Iglesias. When he looked at you it would give you the creeps, didn't want to look him in the eye."
Janet: "Any idea where we could find him?"
Marcial: "He had a place in Harlem, on 114th Street. Near La Marqueta, you know?" [Gives them street address.]
Janet: [pauses] "I see. Thank you for your time, and I'll make sure to talk to the warden about those arrangements." [pauses again] "Thank you."
Marcial: [getting up to go] "Whatever..."
Notated after the interview, apparently related to events happening at the prison involving the fatal stabbing of a guard by an inmate, but possibly in reference to an event prior to the interviews.
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