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Authors: Vr McCoy
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with the flow. I didn't believe Steve, nor I, would have been with such gorgeous women under different circumstances.
“So, what are you thinking?” she inquired, as if she was reading my thoughts.
“I was thinking about what you said and what exactly we would quantify our relationship as being. Are we just seeing each other now and then, as in a casual relationship? Are we just hooking up to have sex or what?” I inquired. Then I immediately thought to myself,
Wow, this is what women usually worry about in a relationship; these sort of insecurities. Man, how the tables have turned!
“That's so cute,” she said and held my hand. “We are together in a relationship. I'm not with anyone else but you, silly,” she stated, then smiled warmly and gently caressed my hand where it rested on the table beside her.
“You continue to surprise me, Christian Sands. That is the sweetest gift you could have given me. Most men assume and take things for granted, but I see you are a totally different type of man. You are gentle, sensitive and know exactly what to say and do. I'm a very lucky woman.”
“And I'm a very lucky man to have you as well.”
We saw Gracie coming back to the booth and let go of each other's hands, and the conversation. I didn't understand why we didn't want to show our affection in front of Gracie, since she already knew about us, but I guess we were just trying to keep it professional. We continued our patrol of the city after dinner and returned to the RO. There still weren't any breaks in the investigation. I knew in the back of my mind that this case was going to get ugly. This particular psychopath was extremely intelligent and organized. He was giving the team a run for their money.
As midnight rolled around, there was still nothing reported from the patrols or check points. Perhaps we got lucky and secured the city so tightly that we deterred the threat. Then, as time moved slower and slower towards the early morning hours, most of the FO agents had fallen asleep on the sofas and lounge chairs, except Gracie Mullins. She was a true soldier. The BAU team remained vigilant and awake, monitoring the radios and hot lines that were set up.
Ortega attempted to stay awake, but finally succumbed to the sleepless nights. He had been up with Steve most nights and wasn't used to theses grueling, depriving cases, which Steve and the rest of our ViCAP team was accustomed to working. We had become coffee connoisseurs over time, playing games in reference to coffee beans and their origins; which country they were from, and the quality of beans from Columbia, Vienna, Ethiopia, Switzerland and Venice. It was just a nerd game to pass the time, and to get our minds off the debauchery and heinous acts we faced daily.
As the sun rose over Albuquerque and a new day was about to begin, the RO agents began waking. They had been napping for perhaps an hour or two. We knew that we weren't out of the woods, as of yet. Early morning is when the bad news comes in. Reports of failure would come around these hours. Someone didn't make it home the previous night or in the morning. Someone didn't make it to work, and no one had heard from them. Some mother, father or spouse would be crying on the telephone about their loved one's absence.
We let the RO agents take over the radio and telephones for the rest of the morning, and took a break to go freshen up and change clothes. They had lockers and showers at the FO. Around 1000 hours the call came in that we had dreaded. Steve received it on the hotline.
“Jessica Juarez was reported missing by her parents,” he reported.” A single Latino female, 22 years of age, left work at the Wal-Mart at 2330 hours on Jan 1 and there has been no contact with her since. Her car is parked outside her residence. The local police department was allowed inside this morning on the authority of her parents. There were no signs that she ever made it in All the neighbors could say was that
“So, what are you thinking?” she inquired, as if she was reading my thoughts.
“I was thinking about what you said and what exactly we would quantify our relationship as being. Are we just seeing each other now and then, as in a casual relationship? Are we just hooking up to have sex or what?” I inquired. Then I immediately thought to myself,
Wow, this is what women usually worry about in a relationship; these sort of insecurities. Man, how the tables have turned!
“That's so cute,” she said and held my hand. “We are together in a relationship. I'm not with anyone else but you, silly,” she stated, then smiled warmly and gently caressed my hand where it rested on the table beside her.
“You continue to surprise me, Christian Sands. That is the sweetest gift you could have given me. Most men assume and take things for granted, but I see you are a totally different type of man. You are gentle, sensitive and know exactly what to say and do. I'm a very lucky woman.”
“And I'm a very lucky man to have you as well.”
We saw Gracie coming back to the booth and let go of each other's hands, and the conversation. I didn't understand why we didn't want to show our affection in front of Gracie, since she already knew about us, but I guess we were just trying to keep it professional. We continued our patrol of the city after dinner and returned to the RO. There still weren't any breaks in the investigation. I knew in the back of my mind that this case was going to get ugly. This particular psychopath was extremely intelligent and organized. He was giving the team a run for their money.
As midnight rolled around, there was still nothing reported from the patrols or check points. Perhaps we got lucky and secured the city so tightly that we deterred the threat. Then, as time moved slower and slower towards the early morning hours, most of the FO agents had fallen asleep on the sofas and lounge chairs, except Gracie Mullins. She was a true soldier. The BAU team remained vigilant and awake, monitoring the radios and hot lines that were set up.
Ortega attempted to stay awake, but finally succumbed to the sleepless nights. He had been up with Steve most nights and wasn't used to theses grueling, depriving cases, which Steve and the rest of our ViCAP team was accustomed to working. We had become coffee connoisseurs over time, playing games in reference to coffee beans and their origins; which country they were from, and the quality of beans from Columbia, Vienna, Ethiopia, Switzerland and Venice. It was just a nerd game to pass the time, and to get our minds off the debauchery and heinous acts we faced daily.
As the sun rose over Albuquerque and a new day was about to begin, the RO agents began waking. They had been napping for perhaps an hour or two. We knew that we weren't out of the woods, as of yet. Early morning is when the bad news comes in. Reports of failure would come around these hours. Someone didn't make it home the previous night or in the morning. Someone didn't make it to work, and no one had heard from them. Some mother, father or spouse would be crying on the telephone about their loved one's absence.
We let the RO agents take over the radio and telephones for the rest of the morning, and took a break to go freshen up and change clothes. They had lockers and showers at the FO. Around 1000 hours the call came in that we had dreaded. Steve received it on the hotline.
“Jessica Juarez was reported missing by her parents,” he reported.” A single Latino female, 22 years of age, left work at the Wal-Mart at 2330 hours on Jan 1 and there has been no contact with her since. Her car is parked outside her residence. The local police department was allowed inside this morning on the authority of her parents. There were no signs that she ever made it in All the neighbors could say was that
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