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notes I could find. The list seemed complete but something kept gnawing at me.
I looked around the room at the other officers and federal agents in the room. I glanced at the information they were gathering, the constant buzz as they made calls out to numerous jurisdictions. I was surprised at how often they looked over at me, many of them more than a bit interested by the list I was compiling.
The other boards drew me and I stood to walk to the front of the room to see what they had added. I hadn’t realized how stiff I was feeling from the lack of exercise that day.
One large wall had been taken over by a map of the United States. There was now a red line starting from this tiny suburb of Riverview, leading up Highway 84 and over to Park City. The trail then went eastward on Highway 40, across the easternmost part of the state of Utah, across the Colorado state line, to the western part of that state. The line then dropped down to I-70 until it stopped just short of Golden, Colorado. That was the last place where we had a clue from her. There were several major interstates that could be used between Golden and the state of Texas. It could be accessed by going through New Mexico, Kansas or Oklahoma. There was no telling which way she was headed.
I walked back over to the other boards and glanced at the pictures there, noting the increased information received from the previous crime scenes. The smaller jurisdictions seemed to be really opening up to the FBI. I looked at the different pictures of the “symbol”, from the artist’s rendering to actual digital photos taken from the victims. That’s when it hit me.
I was back looking at my list in a heartbeat, looking it over again. Then I remembered the letter Barbara had left in the box, the one I had found under the trailer. I drew the symbol up on the board next to Elizabeth Marshall’s name.
Could it be possible? I’d always known there could be additional splits. Was there another member of the family, a newer member? I realized it was a very distinct possibility. Next to her name and the symbol I put two more words.
Altus Dracona.
Chapter Seventeen
The last few days had been some of the most exhausting of my life. It was well after dark before I gathered my things and prepared to go home.
I glanced around the room at all the information that had been gathered so far on the hunt for Elizabeth Marshall. Although the information was well organized and helpful, I was beginning to see that real life wasn’t at all like the forensic shows on TV. The crime wasn’t committed, investigated, then solved, all wrapped up in a tight bow within an hour.
Despite all our hard work, despite my own extensive research, most of which I still felt I was only scratching the surface of, there was still no sign of Lisbeth. Every law enforcement agency had been alerted between here and Texas, but it was like trying finding a needle in a haystack. More like trying to find the eye of a needle in a haystack. And this was just the first day without word of her. I tried not to become discouraged.
“Caitlyn, do you have a minute before you leave?” Logan was at my side. He had been all over today, in and out of the Chief’s office, on the phone, on the computer, helping me with my research. I was so tired at this point I was only now just realizing that I hadn’t seen him for a while.
“Sure,” I agreed with a slight nod, “what is it?”
“Field Director Phillips wants to see you for a moment,” he gestured towards the chief’s office. The stress from the last few days was starting to show in the dusky shadows beneath his eyes. We exchanged a silent look between us that communicated how we both felt.
It was interesting how close I felt to Logan after such a relatively short amount of time. There already
I looked around the room at the other officers and federal agents in the room. I glanced at the information they were gathering, the constant buzz as they made calls out to numerous jurisdictions. I was surprised at how often they looked over at me, many of them more than a bit interested by the list I was compiling.
The other boards drew me and I stood to walk to the front of the room to see what they had added. I hadn’t realized how stiff I was feeling from the lack of exercise that day.
One large wall had been taken over by a map of the United States. There was now a red line starting from this tiny suburb of Riverview, leading up Highway 84 and over to Park City. The trail then went eastward on Highway 40, across the easternmost part of the state of Utah, across the Colorado state line, to the western part of that state. The line then dropped down to I-70 until it stopped just short of Golden, Colorado. That was the last place where we had a clue from her. There were several major interstates that could be used between Golden and the state of Texas. It could be accessed by going through New Mexico, Kansas or Oklahoma. There was no telling which way she was headed.
I walked back over to the other boards and glanced at the pictures there, noting the increased information received from the previous crime scenes. The smaller jurisdictions seemed to be really opening up to the FBI. I looked at the different pictures of the “symbol”, from the artist’s rendering to actual digital photos taken from the victims. That’s when it hit me.
I was back looking at my list in a heartbeat, looking it over again. Then I remembered the letter Barbara had left in the box, the one I had found under the trailer. I drew the symbol up on the board next to Elizabeth Marshall’s name.
Could it be possible? I’d always known there could be additional splits. Was there another member of the family, a newer member? I realized it was a very distinct possibility. Next to her name and the symbol I put two more words.
Altus Dracona.
Chapter Seventeen
The last few days had been some of the most exhausting of my life. It was well after dark before I gathered my things and prepared to go home.
I glanced around the room at all the information that had been gathered so far on the hunt for Elizabeth Marshall. Although the information was well organized and helpful, I was beginning to see that real life wasn’t at all like the forensic shows on TV. The crime wasn’t committed, investigated, then solved, all wrapped up in a tight bow within an hour.
Despite all our hard work, despite my own extensive research, most of which I still felt I was only scratching the surface of, there was still no sign of Lisbeth. Every law enforcement agency had been alerted between here and Texas, but it was like trying finding a needle in a haystack. More like trying to find the eye of a needle in a haystack. And this was just the first day without word of her. I tried not to become discouraged.
“Caitlyn, do you have a minute before you leave?” Logan was at my side. He had been all over today, in and out of the Chief’s office, on the phone, on the computer, helping me with my research. I was so tired at this point I was only now just realizing that I hadn’t seen him for a while.
“Sure,” I agreed with a slight nod, “what is it?”
“Field Director Phillips wants to see you for a moment,” he gestured towards the chief’s office. The stress from the last few days was starting to show in the dusky shadows beneath his eyes. We exchanged a silent look between us that communicated how we both felt.
It was interesting how close I felt to Logan after such a relatively short amount of time. There already
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