Log:Tamara in Protective Custody

A List of Questions 2019/10/08 Night Marshal|Carpenter Tamara Garcia 8

After getting the alert out to a unit, a man identified as Yang Ge was taken into custody at the hospital. No surprise: He has priors, and has been taking to the precinct while blood samples are sent to the lab for expedited processing.

But at the moment, Yang Ge is being held, but no charges have been filed yet. The clock has started ticking to get Tamara someplace safe.

Even though he's in custody, Yang Ge has lawyered up.

Carpenter drives Tamara out to a hotel out in the western suburbs, trying to pick a place they might not be spotted. His apartment in the Towers likely wouldn't be safe...or make her relax enough to sleep.

Tamara stays low in the seat, wearing an old workout hoodie as Carpenter drives. She's taken a small bag of clothes, toiletries, and basic necessities. And also her briefcase and tablet containing her casework. She's been...quiet and contemplative.

Carpenter's Night Marshal gear is in a bag in the trunk. Hopefully he won't need it, but he needs to be careful to not let Tamara see it, either. He doesn't press Tamara to talk at all. Instead he just drives out to the hotel he picked out. A nice simple mid-range hotel. One with actual security, but not something that's going to break the bank.

As Carpenter pulls up to the hotel of his choice, he's made sure they didn't have a tail. Tamara finally seems to rouse from her shellshock and looks up at it. "You sure this will be safe?" she asks quietly. Her voice is a little rough from the bruising to her throat and windpipe.

Carpenter nods. "Pretty sure. And I'll stay with you. I promise. C'mon in with me, and we can check in. I won't leave you out here on your own."

Tamara looks over to him. She looks nervous, but his reassurance that he'll stay helps her relax. "Thanks, Jack," she smiles, though it's muted from normal. There's a weight hanging over her due to the list. "I feel better knowing you're staying. And that you're away from your place if they can find out about it." She undoes her seatbelt and gathers up her things.

Carpenter nods and gets out. Thinking about it, he does get his bag out of the trunk, but makes sure it's zipped up. He locks the car after she gets out...and walks into the hotel with her to check in.

Tamara steps out of the car, looking around just to be safe, then walks in with him.

The lobby doors automatically roll open at their approach, a check-in desk up ahead. There's a restaurant, coffee shop, and bar connected to the lobby in various directions.

Carpenter figures that the open areas won't make Tamara feel safe. Instead...just head to the room. He walks up to the check-in desk to look for hte clerk.

A female with blond hair, swept back in a bun and wearing a blaser smiles. She has a metal nametag that says Carol. "Checking in?"

Carpenter nods. "I am. One room. Just for the night."

"Alright. Smoking or no smoking?" Carol asks as she looks up what's available. "And would you like a king or a double?"

Carpenter smiles. "Non smoking." He thinks about it. "A king bed, if you have one." It's large enough that they can sleep safely without being too close. Or if she wants comfort, he can provide that too.

"Excellent choice," Carol smiles, looking to Tamara. She catches the nervousness of Tamara and her smile dips a little. She places two keycards on the counter and slides it to Jack. "These will give you access to the elevators and your room. Room service is 24/7. If you need anything, just dial 0 on your room's phone or ask the personal assistant to put in a request. I'll need a credit card to secure your room. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Tamara is about to say something, perhaps concerning the king bed, but decides to keep quiet.

Carpenter nods and uses his credit card. "No, I don't think so." He thinks about it. "Wait...there is one more thing." He shows his police ID, "I'm protecting a witness. If someone calls for me, please give the room a call and let me know."

Carol looks surprised, but nods. "Of course, sir."

Carpenter nods and smiles. "Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate your discretion."

Carol runs the card and hands it back. "There will be a holding fee that will count towards your bill when you check out."

Carpenter nods. "Fair enough." He hands one of hte key cards to Tamara.

Tamara takes her card and starts heading for the elevators, looking left and right as she goes. She's eager to get out of the open.

Carpenter puts his credit card away, and gives the woman a the desk a wave, "Have a good night, ma'am." He then follows Tamara toward the room. He makes a point of being the first one into the room, though...just to check the room to make sure everything is safe.

Tamara presses the button repeatedly, as if that'd make the elevator come faster. When they get up to the room, she lets him go in first, checking the hallways. The room is all clean when he checks it.

The room is definitely clean. Tamara seems extra agitated and edgy for some reason, but...Jack may not be sure why.

Carpenter sets his bag down in the corner and puts his coat on top of it. "I hope you don't mind my choice of a king bed. I apologize if it's uncomfortable for you. I can sleep in the chair if you want."

Tamara's agitation suddenly drops. "What...? Oh." With the door finally closed, she lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought it meant you weren't staying..."

Carpenter pulls off his shoulder holster as well, and stows the weapon safely. He smiles. "No, I'm staying. I had figured that a king bed was big enough that we can have enough space and not conflict. Originally, I was going to go with the cover of us being a couple on a road trip." He takes a deep breath. "That was the plan, at least. But she noticed you were nervous. So, I went with the truth. By then, we had the king bed."

"Sorry," Tamara says, realizing she screwed up. She walks over to the desk and sets her bag on the chair and her work tablet and briefcase on the table. "This is new to me. I'll pay you back for the room."

Carpenter waves her off. "Psh. No. This is the least I can do. I got your message late. Just...focus on relaxing. Getting some sleep."

"You make that sound easy," Tamara manages a half smile. Her shoulders have dropped some of their tension. She kicks off her shoes and pulls off her zip up hoodie, draping it over the desk chair. "Can't I get my knight in shining trenchcoat something? Room service? I'm definitely raiding the mini bar of anything alcoholic," she gives him fair warning as she walks over to the mini-bar.

Carpenter chuckles. "Okay, you can cover the cost of the stuff from the mini-bar, then. And we can get some room service."

Tamara crouches down and opens up the mini-bar. There's an assortment of beers, a few mini bottle of spirits, and a few basic snacks. "There is a God," she says as she pulls out a bottle-for-one of red wine and a chocolate bar. She picks out a beer that's the closest to what she remembers Jack liking and offers it up to him. "Still on the clock, Detective?" she asks. It's a trick question. He's always on the clock.

Carpenter undoes his tie and slides it off, putting it with his other gear. And he kicks off his dress shoes. He thinks about it and takes the beer, "I'm on the clock while I'm guarding you. But I can afford a single beer to settle my nerves." He smiles as he opens the bottle, "I...kind of feel like I need to be on my toes. Just in case. Just for tonight."

Tamara nods in understanding. "Sounds like the smart call. I thought you had nerves of steel. My nerves? They come from a bottle." She pops the small cork and sips the wine straight from the small bottle. "Ohh, that is not great," she winces. She's got expensive wine tastes. Or at least better than hotel room wine. But she'll take it. She takes another sip.

Carpenter takes a sip...and the a much bigger swig. "This will do nicely." He sets it down on the nightstand and he takes a seat on the bed, "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner. My nerves are mostly from thinking about being too late. I was panicked, but I covered it well."

Tamara looks a little surprised. "You got there. That's what matters. I...I shouldn't have put that on you," she says as she gets up and sits next to him on the bed. She breaks her chocolate bar in half and offers him one of the halves.

Carpenter takes another swig of his beer, "I didn't get the message until twenty minutes after you sent it." He shakes his head, "Stupid techology. I swear..." He smiles and takes the chocolate, "Thanks." He takes a bite of it, "If we're going to order dinner, we should do it soon. Is this going to be enough food for you for now?"

Tamara lets out a little laugh. "Wine and a chocolate bar for dinner? I suppose I could survive off of that. Did you eat dinner yet?"

Carpenter shakes his head, "I haven't, no."

"Then we're getting room service," Tamara insists in her 'no arguments' tone. She looks to the hotel's flat-holoscreen. "Umm...Jexi, bring up a menu."

Carpenter chuckles. "Sounds good. Thank you."

The menu has a lot of basic american fare. Burgers, Pizzas, some basic pastas, and salads. Tamara purses her lips as she browses it.

Carpenter looks at what's available. "I think just the alfredo dish for me. Alternatively, a burger."

"Whichever you want. Go crazy. I think I'll have a pepperoni pizza. I haven't had pizza in forever." Tamara's living on the edge and giving up her diet for the night.

Carpenter chuckles. "Well, you won't eat a whole pizza. Just get a whole pizza and we can split it."

"I can damn well try," Tamara smirks. "I've been through some trauma, let me dream." Her coping mechanisms are back up, it seems. "Seriously, just order what you want."

Carpenter smiles. "I'm fine with pizza. Really. If you're hungry, order a large."

Tamara gives Carpenter a look like he's the one being difficult. "Okay, then. Jexi, one large pepperoni pizza." There's a ding from the screen and the order is confirmed and placed with the kitchen downstairs.

Carpenter smiles slightly at Tamara's reaction. She's definitely getting back closer to normal. His easy going style about some things did tend to grate on her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." It was the lack of decisiveness, perhaps in her view. Tamara gets up and grabs her bag. "I'm going to clean up before the food gets here," she comments quietly. Now that the food debate's distraction is over, she's trying to find something else to distract her from the situation.

Carpenter nods. "Take your time. A nice long shower can do wonders in a situation like this. I'll be here."

Carpenter untucks his shirt, but remains where he is seated on the bed.

Tamara looks to Jack and smiles gently, looking reassured by that. "Thanks, Jack," she says softly. It may be difficult to remember the last time she looked at him like that. She takes her bag with her into the bathroom and shuts the door. The shower starts running shortly after.

Carpenter takes a deep breath and tries to relax. He makes a point of checking his pistol while she's in the bathroom. No sense in making her nervous by pulling it out while she's in the room. He returns it to his holster after that.

There's a knock on the door after fifteen minutes. The shower's still going while Tamara just...copes.

Carpenter is a bit nervous. It can't be the Triad. Not in that time span? Right? And that's the right amount of time for a pizza. But he still takes his pistol and tucks in in his rear waistband. No need to freak out a room service guy. He heads over to the door and looks through the peep hole to see who it is.

On the other side is the peephole, with its fisheyed view, is a middle aged latina woman with a push cart, topped with some trays, and a pizza box.

Carpenter nods to himself. He unlocks the door and opens it with a smile. "Hi."

"'alo. One pepperoni pizza, large?" she asks to confirm, lifting the pizza box and offering it to him. It's got some napkins and plates resting atop the box.

Carpenter nods. "You have the right place. Thank you." He pulls out a couple of bucks to tip her with, hands her the cash, and takes the box.

The woman smiles and accepts the cash. "Tank you, have a good night," she says cheerfully, pushing her cart on to the next delivery. The hallway looks clear aside from her.

The shower turns off at last.

Carpenter steps back into the room and locks the door once more. He places the pizza on the desk and opens it to make sure it looks normal. He's definitely on edge. Once he's confirmed that, he returns his pistol to its holster again.

Everything looks normal with the pizza. It could probably use more pepperoni.

It's several minutes before Tamara emerges from the bathroom with her bag. Her hair is half-dried with a blow dryer, and she's dressed for bed with company. A ribbed gray tanktop and comfy navy blue sweatpants. He can see a few bruises on her arms, and the ones on her neck are easier to see. Her fight with her assailant left her more roughed up then was initially evident with her long sleeved clothing.

Carpenter says, "If you need some painkillers, I carry some over the counter stuff with me, out of force of habit." He smiles. "And the pizza's here, but I bet you smelled it."

"I have a nose for these things," Tamara boasts as she draws near the box. "Job's still rough as ever, I see. I think I could use some," she says as she rubs the back of her neck and tries to roll the stiffness out. She winces, hissing slightly in pain.

Carpenter nods and pulls some ibuprofen out of a pouch in his bag. He walks over and hands it to her. "I can also rub your shoulders if you'd like. I don't want to be presumptuous." He smiles slightly.

Tamara pops the ibuprofen down and washes them down with her opened wine. "Oh, that's...no, that's probably okay as long as I don't drink too much," she realizes. She glances at Jack and raises an eyebrow, smiling wryly. "After what I've just been through? I don't think I could say no."

Carpenter nods. "You should be fine. Just don't drink more than a glass or two."

Carpenter smiles. "I can give you more of a backrub after you eat, but for starters..." He walks around behind her and starts to slowly knead her shoulders and traps, making a point of not going too close to her neck.

Tamara is all knots, even when she hasn't almost been murdered. Her job is high stress in a different way from Jack's and she's wound up tight most of the time. She groans happily and dips her head down a bit as he initially starts, making a few good hurt sounds. "You make a very tempting proposal," she murmurs.

Carpenter chuckles. "Well, see how you feel after you eat." He works his way down her back, sticking to the muscles near the spine. He halts about halfway down her back. "How's that? A little better?"

"Much," Tamara answers, stretching a bit after he looses up her tight muscles. She's sore from the struggle. "Thanks. I didn't realize how much I needed that," she smiles, then reaches for the pizza and grabs herself two slices, piling them on her plate.

Carpenter smiles and grabs a couple of pieces for himself as well, "You're welcome. I've learned a bit about having to stretch and the like from having to sit still for long periods on stakeouts."

"I don't know how you do that," Tamara comments as she sits at the edge of the bed, holding her plate. She picks up a slice and starts nibbling. "You've been busy lately. I saw the reports on the Cangellosi-Capelli bust..."

Carpenter nods. "I had a lot of help on that. A bunch of metas who like to stick their noses into things." He chuckles. "That works in our favor if we can keep them from going off and doing whatever they feel like. Tahnkfully, this group was pretty focused on the task at hand."

Tamara nods gently. "That could've ended up pretty dangerous if they weren't. Was any of them watching your back?"

Carpenter nods. "There's at least one of them...Chen...who doesn't want me doing anything dangerous. If she had her way, I'd be wrapped in bubble wrap." He chuckles. "She was there and made sure I was safe.

Tamara chuckles. "Sounds like maybe she likes you," she says before taking a bite of pizza.

Carpenter snorts. "She's also a teenager. A bit young for me." He pauses and says. "I think. She's a shapeshifter, so it's hard to tell, admittedly. No, she's just overprotective. She hasn't shown any affection toward me in any other way."

Tamara laughs a bit more. "Sorry. Just teasing you. I'm glad you weren't hurt. That bust has got to look pretty impressive on your record." She nibbles on more pizza, quickly polishing off her first slice.

Carpenter grins. "I think so. But it'll also cement me as dealing with meta-related cases. So, no change there. We really need another detective to deal with that kind of case."

Tamara sighs unhappily at that news. "It really shouldn't be all on you. Or they should at least get you a meta partner. Or special metaproof gear," she opines as she gestures about with her drooping pizza slice.

Carpenter grins at the idea of 'metaproof' gear. "Just like foolproof means you get better fools eventually...metaproof would mean you'd get better metas able to get around the gear. But the idea of a meta partner is an interesting one."

"If they could afford to even hire one," Tamara says derisively of the department.

Carpenter nods. "There's that, too. I mean...we get enough dirty cops as it is. Can you imagine someone on the force who has powers and chafes even more at the pay?"

Tamara winces. "That sounds like a bad idea, now that you mention it."

Carpenter nods. "I mean...there might be a few people who would fit the bill, like Victory. But I think his talents are better served elsewhere, with Starguard Gamma. We would need an investigative sort. And someone who follows the rules. Those don't often go together."

Tamara chews thoughtfully and gives a slow nod of consideration. "Victory, hm? He seems a bit too high profile to join the force. With a father in the senate, he's probably looking military or political with that pedigree. But he would've been good." She chuckles and shakes her head. "I think you nailed it. They'd be bounced out of the force for breaking rules fast."

Carpenter nods. "That's the issue with metas. They often skirt the rules. Do things their own way. It's a rare one that follows the rules, from what I've seen."

Carpenter snaps his fingers. "The body switching case. The metas involved were considering letting the body switcher go, so they wouldn't switch back."

Carpenter takes a sip of his beer. "It's like herding cats."

Tamara's eyes go wide. "Are you kidding me?" She shakes her head. "The D.A.'s office is still deciding how to handle that case. She did surrender eventually. It would've been tougher on her if they let her go and she took them up on that."

Carpenter nods. "Not kidding. Thankfully, one of the SG metas, Rangel, helped to talk her down."

"Rangel? Rangel....why does that sound familiar?" Tamara ponders, chewing slower in thought.

Carpenter shrugs, "Former criminal, I think? On SG Gamma now, though. I'm sure they vetted her." He pauses, realizing the unintentional pun. "So to speak."

Tamara immediately winces at the pun. "You did that on purpose," she accuses as she points at him with her pizza, full of conviction on this.

Carpenter chuckles. "No. It was unintentional. Really. But appropriate." He smiles and takes a bite of the pizza.

Tamara may not be entirely convince by the way she eyes him an slowly takes a bite of her pizza afterwards. "Either that's true...or you've gotten too good at playing innocent."

Carpenter smiles. "I think you can read me too well. I probably couldn't keep a secret from you." You know...except the one about being a vigilante too.

"Ah knew it," Tamara says with a full mouth, victorious in thinking he's admitting the pun was on purpose. She spikes her remaining crust on her plate like a touchdown. It's been a long time since Carpenter's seen her not being business professional. Technically since their breakup. Most likely, it's the wine.

Carpenter chuckles and also relaxes a little bit. He smiles and finishes off his second piece of pizza and sets the plate aside before taking another sip of his drink.

Tamara stacks her plate on his empty one, finishes off her wine, and picks up her tablet. There's already messages awaiting her. A whole list of alerts on the screen. Her mirth dispels as she reads over some of the messages and gets dragged back into the reality of why they're there. She steps to the side of the bed she must be deciding is hers and sits down.

Carpenter watches Tamara for a moment. "Do you have any messages about what happened tonight? Check the spam messages too, just in case."

"Mostly just my case work. Richard checking up on me," Tamara comments. She turns and folds her legs up onto the mattress, then draws her knees up to prop her tablet against and starts typing responses. She really can't turn off her work ethic for long. She checks her spam messages. "They're still holding...holding him. He's not talking, though." A bit of nervousness and fear creeps back in her voice.

Carpenter nods. "Did the DNA test come back yet? Shouldn't be long now."

"Not yet," Tamara sighs. She rubs at her brow, feeling full and drowsy on wine and pizza. "Hey Jack? I've been thinking..."

Carpenter nods, "About what?" He pulls off his shirt entirely and sets it aside with his other things.

Tamara gets a little sidetracked when he takes off his shirt. Her mind goes blank a second before she looks back to her tablet with effort. "I was thinking...maybe I should get a gun." She's been opposed to the idea as long as he's known her.

Carpenter thinks about it. "Don't do it immediately. Think about it for a while. You need to consider whether or not you really think it'll make you safer. In general...having a gun doesn't." He rubs his chin. "How about something you weren't completely opposed to previously? Like a taser? They're pretty effective."

Tamara chews on her lower lip as she considers his advice. "Will a taser really help if they send someone else?" she asks as her legs shift about anxiously, causing her tablet to sway a little.

Carpenter nods. "It can. If they send one. Most ranged tasers are single shot." He considers it. "You know...you can get a non-lethal gun. Something with stopping power, but using rounds that are designed to not be as lethal. I mean, they CAN kill, but it's not as likely. They'll be more likely to knock someone out.

Tamara nibbles on her lip some more, eyes still locked on her tablet. She's scrolling through something. "Maybe. Maybe I should sleep on it. My mind's just," she sighs, "Racing for something to make me feel safe, I guess. Feel some control."

Carpenter nods. "I know." He smiles. "It's normal. Don't be hard on yourself for it. The reaction you're having now...I see often."

Tamara's eyes finally pull away from her screen to look him in the eyes. "You do...? I mean. Of course you do. You see all sorts of things on the job," she chastises herself.

Carpenter smiles. "Well, not from you. And I'm seeing what you're going through with new eyes. Because I know you. I know what you were like before the attack. And now...after. I don't get that with other people. I just see the 'after'...and have to guess at the 'before'.

Tamara takes a deep breath, then lets it out in a heavy sigh. "I'm a big mess, aren't I?" She clutches her tablet like a life saver.

Carpenter shakes his head, "No. You're not." He comes over and gives her a hug again. "You're strong. You overcame. And you saved yourself."

Tamara sighs and leans against him. Her grip finally loses on her tablet. It takes a few moments. She sniffles once. Twice. Sets the tablet aside on the nightstand. And then she curls up a bit into the hug and quietly sniffles at the memories of what she had to do to save herself. "I'm still here..." she finally whispers.

Carpenter takes a deep breath and holds her close, "Will you do me a favor...and see a counselor about what happened? It will help."

Tamara nods slowly with a sniff. She has to clear her throat before she can say, "I'll do that."

Carpenter nods and smiles. "Thank you. It helped me the first time I ran into a violent situation."

Tamara looks up at him in surprise. "You've had to get counseling before?"

Carpenter nods. "Yeah. The first time I shot someone in the line of duty. About...eight years ago?"

Tamara listens attentively. "What happened? Was that when you were still just an officer?" she asks.

Carpenter shakes his head, "I was already a detective. I never had to fire my weapon as a beat cop, thankfully. A suspect drew a weapon on me, when I was trying to take him into custody." He looks over at the wall, like he's looking through it and into the middle distance. "Young guy. Gang member. Seventeen, if I remember right. He drew on me...and fired while I was drawing my weapon. He was quicker. And his gun jammed. I shot him once. And killed him."

Tamara sucks in a breath. "I'm sorry, Jack," she says softly.

Carpenter takes a deep breath and smiles, though he looks sad. "Well...that's why counseling was necessary. I shot...a kid. And I could have died myself, had I been...unluckier. These things are hard to process. Don't try doing it on your own. Get help for it."

Tamara nods as she takes his words to heart. "I'll do it. I promise."

Carpenter smiles. "Good. Thank you." He leans in and kisses her forehead gently.

Tamara closes her eyes briefly as he kisses her forehead, relaxing a little more. A full stomach, some wine, and the hugs and kiss have helped. "You're welcome," she smiles and opens her eyes. Letting ot a sigh that releases some of the tension inside her, she uses her feet to push down the sheets enough for her to slip her legs underneath. "Maybe we should try and get some sleep. It's been a long, rough day. And tomorrow's not going to give us much of a break."

Carpenter nods. "True that." He smiles and walks around the bed. He undoes his pants and pulls them off before slipping into the bed. He doesn't really have a change of clothing with him, and the idea of sleeping in his pants kind of chafes a little. He keeps his underwear on, at least.

Tamara wiggles down into the bed, pulling the covers over herself. She leans her head down on the pillow and stares at the ceiling with a tired sigh. Her mind is still ruminating over the night's events. "What...about you? You're on the list, too. What if Ge isn't the only one working on that?"

Carpenter looks over to Tamara, "Then I'll be approached by them. We'll see." He takes a deep breath, "I can't afford to freeze up thinking about it. If it happens, it'll happen. I'll just be ready for it."

Tamara nods weakly at that. But at least Carpenter has experience with danger. He's faced metas. Some triads should be nothing, she tries to convince herself. "Just....keep your sidearm with you when you're off duty, okay...?"

Carpenter nods. "I have a couple of weapons I carry around. Even off duty. I'll make sure I protect myself. I promise."

"Okay. Okay...good," Tamara says as she pulls the covers up. She reaches over to turn off the lamp on her night stand, but hesitates. "Maybe...we should keep the lights on."

Carpenter smiles. "If you want." He watches her for a moment. "You're welcome to cuddle with me if you'd like. No pressure. I just wanted to offer."

Tamara retracts her hand form the light and looks over her shoulder, thinking for a moment. "Really?" she asks to be certain.

Carpenter nods. "Really." He smiles slightly, "Again...no pressure. I just thought you might like the closeness."

Tamara hesitates a little longer before only dimming her light. "After what I've been through...yes, actually. That...sounds nice," she smiles gently. She settles back into the bed and scoots closer to him.

Carpenter smiles. "I figured you might." He puts an arm around her while he lies on his back. "Mmmm."

Tamara lets out a soft little sigh of relief, tucking in against him. "I'm...glad you offered. This is nice. I didn't realize how much it'd help," she eventually murmurs as she starts to relax enough to actually rest.

Carpenter reaches over and lightly caresses her head once before just letting her relax. It's been a while...but this feels familiar. Comforting.

Tamara finds comfort in his arms. It's not long before she manages to drift off to sleep, snuggled in against Carpenter. He notices it as soon as her breathing pattern changes to something more deep and steady. If he hadn't offered, she'd probably still be pouring over work on her tablet, or just stairing at the ceiling trying to sleep and failing.

Carpenter finds himself unable to fall asleep immediately, despite the comfort. He can't shake the feeling that they'll be found. He does his best to focus on the here and now. Tamara is safe. He's safe. The culprit was likely caught.

Occasionally, there's some footfalls out in the hall, but they just move along, never stopping. Nothing that stops by the door.

By the next morning, Carpenter will have a text message from the precinct. The test came back a match and Ge is being charged.