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any progress?”
Rilynne stood up to help Ben distribute the lunch bags to the rest of the detective unit. “Yea, we have some new leads. We got lucky with the placement of the ATM across the street.”
“What ATM?” he asked quickly, dropping the bag that was in his hand.
“There’s an ATM in the grocery store that faces the front of our building,” she responded as she reached down to grab it. “Hopefully we will get a picture of who Hartley left with. I… what happened to you?” She had not noticed until she stood back up that there was something off. Just below his hair line there was a fresh cut, with a bruise reaching all the way down to his left eye.
His ears burned red as he quickly smoothed his hair down, trying to cover the marks. “I, uh… it’s a long story. Well, I have to get back to work. Just wanted to bring y’all some lunch. I’ll see you around.” He hastily placed the box on the desk behind Rilynne’s, and left the office.
“Huh,” she said under her breath to herself, then brushed it off and reached for her sandwich.
* * *
“Okay, so where do we stand?” Wilcome called from his desk across the room. If the darkness had not been sneaking in from the office windows, Rilynne would not have known it was as late as it was.
“We have the owner records on the houses within the city limits that have basements. Three are owned by older couples that have been ruled out. One is a state foster home, and according the family services office there was a surprise inspection performed yesterday, and the basement is set up as a family entertainment area. Two of the houses are currently vacant, one is condemned and the other is in the process of being sold. Tylers and Rodriguez are looking into them now.” Matthews, who had pinned the locations of the homes on the map, was removing the ones they had already ruled out.
“We are running background checks on the owners of the remaining ones,” Rilynne jumped in. “We are also still waiting for the list of homes in the woods with basements.”
“Good,” Wilcome answered. “Where are we on the footage from the ATM?”
“Butcher is working on getting us a copy of it right now,” Jerkins answered. “We have the equipment set up for it as soon as it gets here. We also have the images of the known people, so we can put names to faces as quickly as we can.”
Wilcome nodded slowly, “Good, good. It’s a little after nine now, the rest of you head home. I want you well rested for tomorrow.”
Rilynne grabbed the stack of papers off of her desk, and walked with the rest towards the elevators.
She seemed to be on autopilot for the walk home, and reached her building without remembering how she had gotten there. She glanced up and down the street before walking in the door, and was relieved to see Nicole’s car was not there. All she wanted tonight was a large glass of wine and as much quiet at possible to concentrate. She moved her coffee table against the wall, and laid out the papers she had left the office with across the living room floor.
She has just finished pouring herself a glass of wine when there was a knock at the door. For a brief moment, she considered pretending she wasn’t home, but decided against it. She placed the glass on the table, and pulled the door open.
“You really should find out who’s at your door before you just open it.” Despite the smile on his face, there was an obvious note of frustration in his voice.
“You are beginning to sound like my mother. Besides, I have this beauty to protect me,” she said, tapping the sidearm still attached to her hip. “So, did you come over just to harass me?”
“No,” Ben replied as his ears quickly burned red. “I was actually wondering if Nicole was over here? She has some files I really need, and she isn’t home or answering her phone.”
“No, I haven’t seen her. Her
Rilynne stood up to help Ben distribute the lunch bags to the rest of the detective unit. “Yea, we have some new leads. We got lucky with the placement of the ATM across the street.”
“What ATM?” he asked quickly, dropping the bag that was in his hand.
“There’s an ATM in the grocery store that faces the front of our building,” she responded as she reached down to grab it. “Hopefully we will get a picture of who Hartley left with. I… what happened to you?” She had not noticed until she stood back up that there was something off. Just below his hair line there was a fresh cut, with a bruise reaching all the way down to his left eye.
His ears burned red as he quickly smoothed his hair down, trying to cover the marks. “I, uh… it’s a long story. Well, I have to get back to work. Just wanted to bring y’all some lunch. I’ll see you around.” He hastily placed the box on the desk behind Rilynne’s, and left the office.
“Huh,” she said under her breath to herself, then brushed it off and reached for her sandwich.
* * *
“Okay, so where do we stand?” Wilcome called from his desk across the room. If the darkness had not been sneaking in from the office windows, Rilynne would not have known it was as late as it was.
“We have the owner records on the houses within the city limits that have basements. Three are owned by older couples that have been ruled out. One is a state foster home, and according the family services office there was a surprise inspection performed yesterday, and the basement is set up as a family entertainment area. Two of the houses are currently vacant, one is condemned and the other is in the process of being sold. Tylers and Rodriguez are looking into them now.” Matthews, who had pinned the locations of the homes on the map, was removing the ones they had already ruled out.
“We are running background checks on the owners of the remaining ones,” Rilynne jumped in. “We are also still waiting for the list of homes in the woods with basements.”
“Good,” Wilcome answered. “Where are we on the footage from the ATM?”
“Butcher is working on getting us a copy of it right now,” Jerkins answered. “We have the equipment set up for it as soon as it gets here. We also have the images of the known people, so we can put names to faces as quickly as we can.”
Wilcome nodded slowly, “Good, good. It’s a little after nine now, the rest of you head home. I want you well rested for tomorrow.”
Rilynne grabbed the stack of papers off of her desk, and walked with the rest towards the elevators.
She seemed to be on autopilot for the walk home, and reached her building without remembering how she had gotten there. She glanced up and down the street before walking in the door, and was relieved to see Nicole’s car was not there. All she wanted tonight was a large glass of wine and as much quiet at possible to concentrate. She moved her coffee table against the wall, and laid out the papers she had left the office with across the living room floor.
She has just finished pouring herself a glass of wine when there was a knock at the door. For a brief moment, she considered pretending she wasn’t home, but decided against it. She placed the glass on the table, and pulled the door open.
“You really should find out who’s at your door before you just open it.” Despite the smile on his face, there was an obvious note of frustration in his voice.
“You are beginning to sound like my mother. Besides, I have this beauty to protect me,” she said, tapping the sidearm still attached to her hip. “So, did you come over just to harass me?”
“No,” Ben replied as his ears quickly burned red. “I was actually wondering if Nicole was over here? She has some files I really need, and she isn’t home or answering her phone.”
“No, I haven’t seen her. Her
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