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wouldn’t want to bring dissension among the group.
As Frank got back to work, Georgina rubbed her eyes and got up to get herself a cup of coffee. All the members of the task force had been told about the phone call she’d received the night before.
Tim was at this moment working with her cell phone company in an effort to get the record of the call, and then triangulate pings off cell phone towers to get a location from where the call had come. He would also work with them in an effort to identify the specific phone number of the caller and then would begin to search for serial numbers and stores where the phone might have been bought.
She didn’t expect him to have any real information for a week or two. He might know a general area where the call had come from any time, but it would take much longer to learn more facts about the phone used to make the call to her.
With her coffee cup in hand, she returned to her seat at the table. She knew when Alex returned to the room he’d expect updates from the agents working.
She had a ton of information about Michelle Davison and her brute boyfriend. What she didn’t have was any evidence that might point to them as persons of interest other than the book Michelle had written.
Tim had returned to the room and he and Terry had their heads together working off a single computer screen that had Google Earth up to focus on the Baton Rouge area.
They were all looking for a needle in a haystack...a location where seven people could be held, a man or men who had managed to kidnap those people without being seen, without leaving behind a single clue.
She stared at her phone, almost willing it to ring, almost wanting to get another call. While the idea of having any kind of personal interaction with a self-pronounced potential serial killer chilled her, she also knew that if he connected with her, he might make a mistake.
He could unconsciously give her a piece of information that might make it easier to identify him. There might be background noises on the call that could be magnified by tech workers to focus a search on a particular area of town.
She’d just gotten back to work when Alex came into the room. She glanced at her watch, surprised to realize it was after four. Surfing the internet had made the hours of the day melt away.
“I don’t sense much excitement in here,” he said as he went to the head of the table.
Frank shrugged. “Not much exciting to relate.
“I just finished speaking to Director Miller and Lieutenant Craig Burnett from the police department. He’s agreed to have ten officers be our feet on the ground in checking out abandoned warehouses and factories and whatever building might be a potential hiding place for a kidnapper with seven hostages.”
Alex turned to look at the two agents at the opposite end of the table from Georgina. “Any addresses you two get together on a list, give them to Lieutenant Burnett. He’ll be checking in here every morning and working as a liaison between us and the police.”
He moved his gaze to Frank. “I want you to get photos of all the victims made into posters and distributed all around town.”
“We’re officially taking this public?” Frank asked.
Alex nodded. “Miller is holding a news conference first thing in the morning. We’re all to be press-ready by nine. We’re setting up a TIPS line and hoping that by blanketing the city with posters, somebody saw something that might break the investigation wide open.”
He turned to face Georgina and at that moment her cell phone rang. She immediately knew it was him. She didn’t need to see the unknown number that her caller identification displayed.
The war room was completely silent and all the men stared at her as she picked up the phone and hit Speaker and Record as she answered. “Agent Beaumont,” she said, aware of Alex moving closer.
“Such formality. May I call you Georgina?” It was the same deep voice, obviously computer-altered.
As Frank got back to work, Georgina rubbed her eyes and got up to get herself a cup of coffee. All the members of the task force had been told about the phone call she’d received the night before.
Tim was at this moment working with her cell phone company in an effort to get the record of the call, and then triangulate pings off cell phone towers to get a location from where the call had come. He would also work with them in an effort to identify the specific phone number of the caller and then would begin to search for serial numbers and stores where the phone might have been bought.
She didn’t expect him to have any real information for a week or two. He might know a general area where the call had come from any time, but it would take much longer to learn more facts about the phone used to make the call to her.
With her coffee cup in hand, she returned to her seat at the table. She knew when Alex returned to the room he’d expect updates from the agents working.
She had a ton of information about Michelle Davison and her brute boyfriend. What she didn’t have was any evidence that might point to them as persons of interest other than the book Michelle had written.
Tim had returned to the room and he and Terry had their heads together working off a single computer screen that had Google Earth up to focus on the Baton Rouge area.
They were all looking for a needle in a haystack...a location where seven people could be held, a man or men who had managed to kidnap those people without being seen, without leaving behind a single clue.
She stared at her phone, almost willing it to ring, almost wanting to get another call. While the idea of having any kind of personal interaction with a self-pronounced potential serial killer chilled her, she also knew that if he connected with her, he might make a mistake.
He could unconsciously give her a piece of information that might make it easier to identify him. There might be background noises on the call that could be magnified by tech workers to focus a search on a particular area of town.
She’d just gotten back to work when Alex came into the room. She glanced at her watch, surprised to realize it was after four. Surfing the internet had made the hours of the day melt away.
“I don’t sense much excitement in here,” he said as he went to the head of the table.
Frank shrugged. “Not much exciting to relate.
“I just finished speaking to Director Miller and Lieutenant Craig Burnett from the police department. He’s agreed to have ten officers be our feet on the ground in checking out abandoned warehouses and factories and whatever building might be a potential hiding place for a kidnapper with seven hostages.”
Alex turned to look at the two agents at the opposite end of the table from Georgina. “Any addresses you two get together on a list, give them to Lieutenant Burnett. He’ll be checking in here every morning and working as a liaison between us and the police.”
He moved his gaze to Frank. “I want you to get photos of all the victims made into posters and distributed all around town.”
“We’re officially taking this public?” Frank asked.
Alex nodded. “Miller is holding a news conference first thing in the morning. We’re all to be press-ready by nine. We’re setting up a TIPS line and hoping that by blanketing the city with posters, somebody saw something that might break the investigation wide open.”
He turned to face Georgina and at that moment her cell phone rang. She immediately knew it was him. She didn’t need to see the unknown number that her caller identification displayed.
The war room was completely silent and all the men stared at her as she picked up the phone and hit Speaker and Record as she answered. “Agent Beaumont,” she said, aware of Alex moving closer.
“Such formality. May I call you Georgina?” It was the same deep voice, obviously computer-altered.
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