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Once offered to her, Teddy took the unfamiliar phone and studied the picture on offer. It was, at the very least, a decent look of the jersey probably stolen. First and foremost, she sent it to herself. Then, once she got the correct number, she punched it into her phone phone and held it to her ear.
"Officer Vaccari? Teddy James. I'm the legal representation for Emmett Coupland regarding the incident at her garage." A short pause, and then a shorter, quiet laugh; "The British one. Yes, that's me."
"I'm sure you're quite busy, but I'm also sure you understand that any new information is something we want to pass onto you as soon as possible. We have stolen property. A Kings jersey. Number 99." As her lips turned to a knowing smile, she glanced back towards her again; "Yes, Gretzky. That's the one. Very impressive, Officer." Her back straightened on instinct as she wandered with a few idle steps.
"I can tell you it has a grease stain on one of the elbows. The white break in the right sleeve is also discoloured. Beer, if I had to guess." Pressed lips stopped her from smiling again, and then she pursed them as a slight crease formed between her eyebrows. "Let me just confer with my client again. Thank you so much." Drawing the phone away, she pressed her hand to the lower level.
"Any other distinctive marks? Size details?" She asked, her voice low as she waited on the other end of the line. Anything she could take would be worthwhile.
Within moments, it seemed as if the lawyer was completely into business mode. Emmett stood nearby, watching the way the woman worked. Eyebrows rose slowly, keeping her feet planted where they were as she took steps around, giving details of Emmett's jersey that she herself hadn't even noticed. Beer stain? Well, it likely wasn't untrue. Who doesn't have a couple at a game, anyway? She leaned back on her heels, hands shoving into her pockets as she waited.
But it wasn't long before she was referenced to, and Emmett wore a grin just at the idea of being a little useful, even if the lawyer had gotten almost all of the details correct herself. "It's a medium in mens." She offered, which was why it was too large for her. The stadium hadn't even carried women's jerseys at that time, or apparently smalls. "No other marks though." That she could think of, at least.
"Did you hear that?" Teddy asked on the other line, promptly repeating the information like it'd come from her own mouth in the first place.
"You sound like you don't need it, but I've got your email here, so I'll forward you the most recent picture I have." A broad smile caught her lips. Something good must have happened. "Sounds perfect. You'll have my work number now, so it's mutually beneficial." She had to be grateful. Some cops hated lawyers. Sometimes, it took a little finesse and sometimes it honestly just took a little friendship. "Thanks, you too. Bye now."
And just like that, it was over. She hung up the phone and was already moving to hand hers back. "It's ridiculous that they stole from you, but it actually works out in your favour. Having any piece of your property makes this case a lot simpler... So long as they're found." It was evidence in the back pocket. It was definitely the stupidity of men.
It seemed having her property stolen was far better than Emmett could have realized. It was still unfortunate that any of this happened at all, but the mechanic was glad that there was now some sort of lead. She took the phone back, glancing at the picture again before holding it up to the lawyer, a finger pointing to the second person. "That's my mum," she smiled, before pocketing her phone. It felt like a necessary detail for some reason.
It was a little bit of peace, because it wasn't long for her to start looking around at the garage at all. That buildup of distress came over her again, and she was quick to look for a distraction in the form of the sleek black car her eyes landed on. "If you have anything wrong with that, let me know, 'kay?" She tilted her head up towards the vehicle. This woman was her lifeline right now. The least she could do was repair her car if it was ever needed.
At the news of who she shared the experience with in the picture, Teddy briefly stared at her. Mentally, she absolutely questioned the necessity of that piece of information. Outwardly, she simply smiled before allowing them to move beyond it.
She glanced back the car in question. In that moment, she didn't have the heart to tell her it was brand new. She could probably figure that out already. "Who else would I ask?" She asked her instead. Some partnerships could be mutually beneficial.
"I'll be in touch." She reassured her, even if the control she had over the movement of this situation wasn't ideal. With another smile, she eased herself out of the garage and back towards her car.
Emmett smiled at the question posed at her. "Damn right," she agreed with a firm nod. Though the vehicle didn't look like it would need serious attention any time soon, the least she could do was offer up regular oil changes. There were benefits to keeping the lawyer as a friend, but the offer went beyond outside motivation. There was just something about her.
She followed her up to the garage door, leaning against the threshold with arms crossed. "A'ight. Thank you. For this." It wasn't as if the lawyer was doing it for nothing, but the thanks still felt appropriate. "I'll let you know if anything happens."
