to Vince. He began to wonder if Hansen would miss his huge TV.
Who knows ? Vince thought . They might be able to compound it as evidence . Then, he opened the fridge.
Every wall of the fridge was smeared with some sort of condiment or mold. The food, if you could call it food, was all expired and dripped an ungodly orange slime that almost pulsated with micro bacteria. Vince opened the bottom fridge drawer only to discover three-dozen petri dishes teaming with live, growing cultures.
Vince plugged his nose. “This guy actually lives like this?”
Cameron snapped photos of the bacteria, documenting the grotesque sights. “This is worse than some of our actual crime scenes.”
“You’re right, Cam,” Amy said. “No corpse – just a middle-aged slob. By the looks of it, Hansen might deal in some sort of biological weapons as well.”
“Guns, germs, and steel,” Vince said. “I know there’s got to be some firearms in this place.”
After a thorough search of Hansen’s mobile home, Amy called the team to the bathroom located in the second bedroom.
This bathroom was larger than most – abnormally large. And, it was spotless.
Vince couldn’t resist. “Just imagine if this guy was your Uncle – how awesome would that be?”
Cameron rolled his eyes. “You’re literally the only person who would even want that.”
A long, sliding mirror split the bathroom in half, and the wide reflection made the space feel twice as large. Amy pulled the mirror back a few inches, revealing a few open sock drawers. She pulled it a little further and Cameron saw eight hand grenades peacefully resting in black, foam-molded shelves. Even though the large bathroom included plenty of room for three people, it was starting to feel claustrophobic.
Amy looked back at Cameron and nervously rubbed her hands together before sliding the mirror all the way open. Cameron lowered his camera in amazement. The sliding mirror revealed gun after gun after gun after gun – all organized by size and type. There must have been close to one hundred guns total. Other weapons such as knives and tasers also hung in the back of the closet.
Vince whistled. “This guy is loaded.” Then, he eyed Cameron. “Now I really wish he was my Uncle – what a badas s .”
Cameron photographed the closet. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d let you take one of those cockroaches home as a pet.”
“Guys.” Something caught Amy’s eye. “I have a feeling Hansen will be back soon.” She lifted a large plastic baggie from the closet filled with wads of fifties and hundreds. “Just a guess.”
“How do yo u kno w he’s in New York?” Cameron asked.
“I found this airline receipt on the front step,” Vince said. “He must have dropped it when he left for the airport.”
“Let me see that,” Amy said, grabbing the paper from Vince. “Wait. Vince, you’re even dumber than I thought. This receipt is from three years ago.”
“What? No…”
“Look. Right there. Hansen just left this to distract you.”
“Really? Shit.”
“Hansen’s probably just driving around town or crashing at a friend’s house. I mean, where would you be if you committed murder? You wouldn’t just sit around at home eating chips and watching wrestling on TV…”
“I don’t know, Amy. That’s a hug e TV.”
“Not the point,” Amy said. “Whatever he’s up to, he’ll probably be back to withdraw a couple bills from his stash. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll leave an alarm on the closet door. And when he comes back for his money, we’ll come back and take him for a ride downtown.” Amy took a magnetic, remote-triggered alarm out of her pocket, attached it to the closet door, and slid it shut.
The activated alarm blinked while the lonely guns awaited the return of their master.
In the silence of her home offic e , Jen pushed a straight edge across the surface of the bank blueprints. She was working on a new design for the second floor.
Who knows ? Vince thought . They might be able to compound it as evidence . Then, he opened the fridge.
Every wall of the fridge was smeared with some sort of condiment or mold. The food, if you could call it food, was all expired and dripped an ungodly orange slime that almost pulsated with micro bacteria. Vince opened the bottom fridge drawer only to discover three-dozen petri dishes teaming with live, growing cultures.
Vince plugged his nose. “This guy actually lives like this?”
Cameron snapped photos of the bacteria, documenting the grotesque sights. “This is worse than some of our actual crime scenes.”
“You’re right, Cam,” Amy said. “No corpse – just a middle-aged slob. By the looks of it, Hansen might deal in some sort of biological weapons as well.”
“Guns, germs, and steel,” Vince said. “I know there’s got to be some firearms in this place.”
After a thorough search of Hansen’s mobile home, Amy called the team to the bathroom located in the second bedroom.
This bathroom was larger than most – abnormally large. And, it was spotless.
Vince couldn’t resist. “Just imagine if this guy was your Uncle – how awesome would that be?”
Cameron rolled his eyes. “You’re literally the only person who would even want that.”
A long, sliding mirror split the bathroom in half, and the wide reflection made the space feel twice as large. Amy pulled the mirror back a few inches, revealing a few open sock drawers. She pulled it a little further and Cameron saw eight hand grenades peacefully resting in black, foam-molded shelves. Even though the large bathroom included plenty of room for three people, it was starting to feel claustrophobic.
Amy looked back at Cameron and nervously rubbed her hands together before sliding the mirror all the way open. Cameron lowered his camera in amazement. The sliding mirror revealed gun after gun after gun after gun – all organized by size and type. There must have been close to one hundred guns total. Other weapons such as knives and tasers also hung in the back of the closet.
Vince whistled. “This guy is loaded.” Then, he eyed Cameron. “Now I really wish he was my Uncle – what a badas s .”
Cameron photographed the closet. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d let you take one of those cockroaches home as a pet.”
“Guys.” Something caught Amy’s eye. “I have a feeling Hansen will be back soon.” She lifted a large plastic baggie from the closet filled with wads of fifties and hundreds. “Just a guess.”
“How do yo u kno w he’s in New York?” Cameron asked.
“I found this airline receipt on the front step,” Vince said. “He must have dropped it when he left for the airport.”
“Let me see that,” Amy said, grabbing the paper from Vince. “Wait. Vince, you’re even dumber than I thought. This receipt is from three years ago.”
“What? No…”
“Look. Right there. Hansen just left this to distract you.”
“Really? Shit.”
“Hansen’s probably just driving around town or crashing at a friend’s house. I mean, where would you be if you committed murder? You wouldn’t just sit around at home eating chips and watching wrestling on TV…”
“I don’t know, Amy. That’s a hug e TV.”
“Not the point,” Amy said. “Whatever he’s up to, he’ll probably be back to withdraw a couple bills from his stash. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll leave an alarm on the closet door. And when he comes back for his money, we’ll come back and take him for a ride downtown.” Amy took a magnetic, remote-triggered alarm out of her pocket, attached it to the closet door, and slid it shut.
The activated alarm blinked while the lonely guns awaited the return of their master.
In the silence of her home offic e , Jen pushed a straight edge across the surface of the bank blueprints. She was working on a new design for the second floor.
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